“Freedom prospers when religion is vibrant and the rule of law under God is acknowledged. When our Founding Fathers passed the First Amendment, they sought to protect churches from government interference. They never intended to construct a wall of hostility between government and the concept of religious belief itself. … To those who cite the First Amendment as reason for excluding God from more and more of our institutions every day, I say: The First Amendment of the Constitution was not written to protect the people of this country from religious values; it was written to protect religious values from government tyranny.”
“The frustrating thing is that those who are attacking religion claim they are doing it in the name of tolerance, freedom and openmindedness. Question: Isn’t the real truth that they are intolerant of religion?
“Our government needs the church, because only those humble enough to admit they’re sinners can bring democracy the tolerance it requires to survive”
“If we ever forget that we’re one nation under God, then we will be one nation gone under.”
“I believe with all my heart that standing up for America means standing up for the God who has so blessed our land. We need God’s help to guide our nation through stormy seas. But we can’t expect Him to protect America in a crisis if we just leave Him over on the shelf in our day-to-day living.”
Like most Americans who live relatively near the coast and some who do not, I took a trip to the beach this summer.
This is the first time I have returned from the beach without looking like Bob the Tomato. Not sure if it is because Hang Ten natural sunscreen is amazing or because I spent more time than normal relaxing underneath an umbrella. But since I didn’t burn at all (except for the top of my head and this random spot on my arm), I’m leaning towards the later.
One of the highlights of my trip was getting up at 5am to watch the sunrise. All I could think about was the lyrics to Nicole C. Mullen’s song My Redeemer Lives.
Who taught the sun where to stand in the morning?
Who told the ocean you can only come this far?
Who showed the moon where to hide ’til evening?
Whose words alone can catch a falling star?
Well I know my Redeemer lives
I know my Redeemer lives
All of creation testify
This life within me cries
I know my Redeemer lives
Have you ever wanted something so much that when given the opportunity to experience it, you felt as if you would die before it happened? Or am I the only one? Because that is precisely how I felt about interning in D.C.
Everything seemed too perfect. The internship is highly competitive, yet I had the offer just two hours after the phone interview. The organization is outstanding and invests a lot in training interns. And I’m living next door. The situation couldn’t be better.
I just knew something was going to go wrong as it had in the fall. Deep down, I felt like nothing would ever go right for me. My attitude was wrong because I had forgotten the good things in my life. God has blessed me in numerous ways my whole life.
Coming to D.C. is one more blessing.
It’s true. I wasn’t planning to be at home this fall. I was planning to be in Washington D.C. interning with the amazing Susan B. Anthony List. But it didn’t work out because of housing. Which, for the record, I think is the dumbest reason for not accepting a job offer. But between my budget, difficulty of finding short term housing and the inability of finding even one Christian roommate who doesn’t drink, living arrangements could not be made. The day I turned down the internship was one of the most depressing days of my entire life.
But, things are not as horrible as I expected.
I can even find reasons to be glad that I’m still here instead of D.C. The monuments and museums in D.C, are major perks for living in that city. Sightseeing is at the top of my to do list once I get there. However, this semester, it would be extremely boring since Obama has closed all the monuments and museums because of the government shutdown. And there has been two nationally covered shootings in the last month. The Navy Yard Shooting was on what would’ve been my first day at SBA.
Currently, I am working at my church until our regular secretary comes back from maternity leave. My former youth pastor is now my boss; didn’t see that coming six years ago. It’s a scary job–last week I spent almost $250 of the church’s money (on supplies). Although the scariest part is probably driving; I’ve encountered more than my share of bad drivers. It’s an interesting job too. I’ve learned so much about how the church operates. Sending out mass e-mails is no longer a demeritable offence (inside joke for my college buddies).
I had my plan. God has His.