Let’s Talk About Duck Dynasty…

Well, I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours dodging the bullets that have been flying over this Phil Robertson situation.  I’m stepping out from behind the tree where I’ve been hiding to enter the fray.

I don’t know what your Facebook newsfeed looks like, but in my little slice of cyber space I can’t help but notice a lot of the shots are being aimed between Christians. Spiritual condescension oozes from statements such as, “With everything going on in our world today…you’re getting riled up about a stupid TV show?”  These words imply that being concerned over the uproar that occurs when a person of faith expresses their beliefs is somehow beneath a “true” Christian. Because we all know all the “real” Christians are out saving people from sexual slavery or feeding the poor. They don’t have time to even notice there is a TV show called Duck Dynasty. Call me crazy, but I thought I could care about the fact that Christianity is constantly being shamed in this country and these other issues.

Not to be outdone there is a “righteously” outraged reply from the other side, “You just sit there and watch our country swirl down the toilet. I’m going to stand up for Christianity!” Ummmm… most of you simply clicked the like button on a Stand With Phil Facebook page.  I don’t know how to break it to you, but with that action you didn’t single handedly save Biblical principles from extinction. To truly carry on the legacy of our faith we have to live it out. You know, in the real world, amidst the everyday grind of life. So stop patting yourself on the back. It looks silly. And you’re going to strain a muscle.

Of course, lots of Scripture is being quoted at one another. Because we are really good at that. As a matter of fact, since I’ve probably made both sides mad at me with this little blog, I had better take cover again. If there is one thing experience has taught me it’s that Christians can be brutal.

Behold, how they loathe one another.



Let’s discuss expectations…

Well, I’m off to a pretty good start. My first entry has received some pretty solid feedback. I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you took time out of your busy life to listen to the ranting of a crazy, blonde chick. But I know it can be hard to tell what a blog is going to be about from one post. So just in case you’re wondering where I’m going with this, I’m going to clue you in about what to expect.

I will be talking about my family. Especially my kids. Because, really, that’s a requirement of being a mom. They have to invade every single aspect of my life. If I can’t even go the bathroom to escape them, then there’s no way they’re not going to end up here. However, I hope to really explore things in our society that impact and shape my family. Good and bad.

Politics will definitely find it’s way into the conversation. Frequently.  It’s either vent here or hire a therapist. And I have mentioned I have four kids, right? (See, I told you they’ll keep creeping in everywhere.) Counseling is not in our family budget, so I’m being forced to find another outlet for all my frustrations with the way our “leadership” is handling the reigns of our country. Lucky, lucky you. I’ll be the first to say that trying to sift through all the rhetoric and lies being thrown around is a big job. But we have to do it. This country of ours is not just a place. It’s a republic. That’s been blood bought.

You should probably be forewarned that football is going to crop up frequently. I’m a fan. And I’m the only woman living in a house with five members of the male species. Being fluent in sports speak is necessary for survival.

My love affair with words will not go unmentioned. I read. Voraciously. I listen. Intently.  And good words, beautifully placed together, always provoke a response. No doubt, you’ll hear all about it.

God plays the most important role in my life. However, this isn’t a podium for me to preach. Faith is deep and wide. It overtakes. Please be aware my worldview will shape every single topic I’ve already mentioned.

And, finally, the last thing you need to know is I will try my best to be real. I’m a big fan of being my authentic self. Just ask the guy from my local McDonald’s. I had to take a child to an early football practice this morning, and I was craving a hash round so I swung into the drive thru on my way home. Did I mention I crawled out of bed to head out for this little venture? Straight. Out. Of. Bed. Poor man. He’s probably still traumatized.