This morning I was looking through Twitter to see what epic and exciting updates I missed overnight (yes, I’m a Twitter stalker. Get over it.)
So after reading all about the various trips people were taking, music people were listening to, and other various things like this, I saw this headline from my local news station:
“Transgender Inmate Loses Bid for Taxpayer-funded Surgery.”
Shocking, is it not?
My first thought was, “Amen!”
My second, “Why would he/she even try?”
My third, “Because that’s what America does today.”
Clicking through to read the article that followed, I learned that this “poor” person was diagnosed with “gender identity disorder.”
I tell you what, they have a disorder for every. stinkin. thing.
- Are you irresponsible? There’s a disorder for that.
- Do you hate your parents? There’s a disorder for that.
- Do you drink too much? There’s a disorder for that.
It gets even weirder than that, but I don’t have my book handy to elaborate. Suffice it to say, every single person in the entire world could easily be labeled with at least two or three mental disorders. And do you know what those labels do to us? They absolve us from responsibility. “It’s not my fault,” we can cry. “I’m the victim here. I can’t help it!”
Did you know that mental health disorders cannot be proved? They can’t draw your blood to see if you have it. It’s entirely reliant on what you or those around tell them. That’s not to say that there aren’t some legitimate mental health issues; but I think they are by far the minority in this world where everyone goes to mental health for everything.
Mental health is not the answer to all of life’s problems.
Just like Dr. Phil & Oprah aren’t the answer. Medicine isn’t the answer. Drugs aren’t the answer. More friends, more money, more –?
I think you probably see where I’m going with this. Jesus is the answer. 2 Corinthians 9:8 says, “And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.”
- If Jesus can’t help you overcome your depression [1 Kings 19], what kind of God is He?
- If Jesus can’t cause you to stop abusing drugs and alcohol [1 Corinthians 6:9-11], what kind of God is He?
- If Jesus can’t make you respect your authority [1 Peter 2:13-25], what kind of God is He?
- If Jesus can’t make you like Himself [Romans 14:4], I ask you, what kind of God is He?
Last night Leslie read this obituary to me, and it seemed fitting to follow my post. More than common sense, I think we, as a nation, have lost God.
THE DEATH OF COMMON SENSE.
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn’t always fair,
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults are in charge not children).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of an 8 year old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student, but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses, and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common sense finally gave up the will to live, after a women failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common sense was preceded in death, by
- His parents, truth and trust
- His wife, discretion
- His daughter, Responsibility
- His son, reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers
- I know my rights
- I want my rights
- I want it now
- I’m a victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
This is a modified version of a text that is originally attributed to Lori Borgman.
In a word: passionate. About Jesus, church, ministry, music, reading, family, friends, and sometimes even iced skinny soy mochas.