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.

Death and Taxes

Death and Taxes. The two unavoidable things in this world. At the sake of sounding morbid, I welcome both.

Come and get me

Death because I get to go home, where I belong with my Creator.

Taxes because if I’m paying taxes then I’m making an income.

Now, I’m not looking forward to dying and leaving my family and friends behind just as much as I don’t look forward to taxes being taken out of my check each month. But the mere fact that both of these events occurs in my life means that I’m alive and that I’m getting paid to do something that I love to do and look forward to every morning. I get to be with my family and support them. God has blessed me with so much and always taken care of our family.

So today, I’m thankful for the taxes I paid because it means that God is providing for my families’ financial needs through income. As for death, let’s pray that doesn’t come as quickly…

Flying Solo

New addition?

Mrs. King just spent the last week in Guatemala visiting orphanages and loving on orphans there. ¬†They kept a blog while they were there and you should check it out at Loving His Kids. I’m sure that she will have lots of stories to share with you when she gets home, in about 3 hours! Yes, I’m so excited!

But, while she was gone, that meant that I was here… by myself… with our 4 little people… playing the part of… you guessed it… DAD!

Yes, that’s right. Dad. Not “Mr. Mom” and I wasn’t “Babysitting.” I was being a father to our children.

Super Dad!

It was a great week too. I love these guys and I got to love them all day long. Was I tired at the end of the day? You bet. I still don’t know how Mrs. King gets all the things done that she does during the day. I respected her before this week and I still respect her now. She is one smart, tough, thoughtful, caring, joyful, enthusiastic Momma and I couldn’t imagine doing life without her.

That’s what I learned in this week. I never want to be without my bride. I need her to share my life. I missed her. And I can’t wait to get her back tonight.