The Thought of Traveling

Mrs. King and I have thought about pulling up the stakes and hitting the road with our crew on and off again for the last few years. Ever since we moved into our current home really. It’s not that we don’t like our home or the neighborhood. We love where we live. It’s not even really suburban; it’s more country suburban, with room to run and play without too much to worry about. 

It’s more that we long for adventure. We dream of seeing God’s creation with our own eyes in person rather than through pictures and stories. We want to take our homeschooling into the wild and learn geography and history in the places they really exist.  

Who knows what that looks like for us. We’re not even sure. But we keep talking about it, which makes me believe that it’s important. This post from Ditching Suburbia’s Instagram account got me thinking about it again today. 

We had our house in the suburbs for 14 years. A lot happened in those 14 years. Both our kids were born. I went from working at a small software shop to getting the “retirement job” at a large local corporation. I spent evenings and weekends working on old Jeeps in my garage. We started homeschooling the kids. In the winter we borrowed a snow blower from one elderly widowed neighbor, another elderly widowed neighbor paid for the gas, and we provided the labor to clear all three driveways. We were plugged in to local churches – first a large one then a smaller one. We camped in the summer time. It was everything we imagined family life to be. Somewhere in there we realized it was all we imagined mainly because it was all we knew. We both grew up in pretty normal suburban settings. We never thought our own family life would be any different. Somewhere the idea to load the family in an RV and travel fulltime came into our world. Only then did we notice how our “secure” life was limiting. It was only after thinking about moving that we noticed the chains. The suburbs aren’t evil. You can have a good life there. But be there on purpose. Don’t settle for that life if it’s not really making you happy. Because those chains? They come off.

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Millennials… The Musical?

I was born a Gen X’r but was close enough to ride the fence between that generation and the Millenials. I came across this on youtube last week and thought is was absolutely HILARIOUS!!  Kudos to Lin-Manuel and “The Rock”.

Locker Room Talk

I am not one to quickly jump into political conversations, but this election cycle has twisted my gears a little quite a bit more than usual. Specifically one candidate and the manner in which they communicate with people. I’m pretty sure you can guess by the title of this post that I’m referencing Donald J Trump.

I will preface this with the statement that I have never been a Trump fan. I never liked The Apprentice. I never like the way he presented himself or spoke to people then and it has only snowballed into the man person he is today. An arrogant, self-centered, egotistical human being that somehow seems to think it’s ok to step on anyone who doesn’t worship him they way he does himself.

From the very beginning of this election cycle, Trump has shown his true self to us time and again. Fast forward to this past weekend and a tape is released of him from several years ago saying some simply awful things about how he believes women should be treated. AND THEN he has the stones to say it’s no big deal, it’s just what people say. As if somehow whatever thoughts and words he has about sexually assaulting and demeaning women in private or ok because the public can’t hear them!

Mr. Trump… Are you serious? Are you really going to stand in front of us and tell us that what you said is just “locker room talk” and it’s OK because these are just things people say? Really? You actually believe that all guys in locker rooms around America are just sitting around talking like this?!?!?

You’re dead wrong. It’s not OK. As an athlete who has spent plenty of time in a locker room, I want to be very clear that the way Donald Trump is speaking about women and in particular his comments recently released and his apology response to them have been incredibly offensive.

Please don’t casually toss aside your remarks of sexual assault like it was not big deal. Respectable people don’t “just say these things.” The locker rooms I have been in, from high school, through college and into the world of professional sports, have not been full of this type of talk. And if it was heard, it was not approved of. It only showed what type of man that person was.

These are the thoughts and words of a man who is not a man. These are the thoughts and words of a person who has no regard for human feelings; of someone with no integrity; of someone who believes perceived power means he can take what he wants, when he wants, because he wants it and it doesn’t matter if people get hurt.
These are the thoughts and words of a man who has no chivalry; who cannot woo a woman through his character and actions but has to take his prize by force.

This. Is. Disgusting.

Trump says they are just words but words matter. They can build people up. They can tear people down. Words create reality. They become actions.

Our words don’t just fall out of our mouths with no point of origin either. Those words start as thoughts and those thoughts come from somewhere. My personal belief is that out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks. Trump’s flow is polluted. It can only be cleaned by one thing and that is the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Jesus allowed his blood to flow, draining him of life, so that he could be the ultimate sacrifice for the sins of this world. My sins. Your sins. Donald’s sins. He is no better or worse than I am. We both need the atonement of Jesus’ blood.

So, I pray for Trump. I pray for this country. I pray for myself and all of us, that we would not be hateful or spiteful but rather heart broken. I pray that we would have discernment and wisdom in this election to choose a leader that will guide this country with honesty and integrity.

These are my thoughts. I couldn’t sit and stew and couch comment any longer. And while I am obviously not endorsing Trump, and in no way endorse Hillary Clinton either. Which leads me to an incredibly frustrating conundrum come November 8th.

So please join me. Pray. Vote. Do something. Don’t be silent.