Friday, November 9, 2018

To Delete or Not To Delete...

Well, we've survived yet another election process. And, surprise, surprise, tons of people are still angry. It seems that we cannot hold elections like we used to. You know, back when everyone had a vote, used their vote and accepted outcomes. Nowadays, it's become "I voted and it had better go my way or I'm going to be upset about it and let the world know!" This is a big part of the reason I stay quiet about my beliefs, values, and votes except for with those to whom I am especially close. It's really not anyone's business but mine. Though, I'm proud to see politicians finally starting to call for civility. However, I feel that with social media, that will never happen. Until politicians step up and start using social media responsibly and civilly, how can we expect Everyday Joe to do it?

I know that there were a lot of issues that had people going this time around. Those issues get people really "fired up" so to speak. I was recently trying to have a civil discussion with someone. I had an opposing point of view. This person was SO determined to be "right" that this person was unwilling to attempt to have discourse. It ended when the original poster deleted the person. Though the person's point of view was in line with the original poster. When did "right" take over decency? Though it was a discussion on social media, I still felt like I was being "shouted down" so to speak. Some people are just what I call "frothers", they are absolutely so rabid about their way being the only way that, in my mind, I picture them foaming at the mouth as they speak.

I also recently had someone with whom I am especially close ask me why I hadn't purged my friends list. The best answer I could come up with at the time was "it's complicated." Now, I have a better answer. It's because I cannot show a person Christ's love by "deleting" them. I cannot be a light in the world if I cause my light to go dark in someone else's world. Don't get me wrong, I'm no perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I HAVE deleted in the past when someone was downright nasty to me or others for having differing viewpoints. But, at this current time, and in this current state, I simply feel like I HAVE to keep doing good even if it means having contentious people on my social media. I feel like that's what God would have me to do. I'll keep doing my soft answers and turning away wrath.

Speaking of the love of Jesus, I saw something the other day that had me thinking. It said something to the effect of "Jesus wouldn't be at the wall, He'd be in that caravan." And, I had to agree. That is a MOSTLY accurate post with something missing. Jesus WOULD be with those people. He'd be healing the sick, forgiving sins, even feeding the 5,000. However, I feel like, as with the woman at the well, He'd also be sending them home to tell others what He had done.

To be perfectly honest, I don't know that I have a single person on any of my social media with whom I agree on everything. Not one. Not even my husband. What a boring bunch of robots we would be if that were the case. What a dull life we would have if everyone agreed on everything all the time. However, I must say, if I can have a conversation with you about the fact that chocolate is the greatest ice cream flavor of the big three without it becoming overtly nasty, shouldn't we also be able to have political discussions the same way? Just my thoughts. Love to all.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Awards vs. Rewards and Why I Prefer RE-wards

I'll always prefer RE-wards to A-wards and here's why:

You've met one or seen one. There are just some people who don't feel validated if they're not receiving accolades (not only in education, either). I am in NO WAY saying that they aren't good teachers. There's a reason teachers receive awards. They typically ARE amazing and doing a fabulous job that deserves recognition. I'm also not saying that everyone who receives an award is hungry for attention or awards. However, I receive many things that I'll call a RE-ward.

I'm not writing this for someone to think I'm just wonderful because I make mistakes all the time. That's part of being an adult and an educator. There's no way a person can be in education and not make mistakes. I work with and have worked with some seriously amazing people. The examples I'm using here I'm sure many of them and other educators out there can relate to. I'm using these examples because they are my examples and the ones I know best. Based on my examples, I'll explain why I just love getting what I call a RE-ward.

I know what you're thinking. "Wow! I'm so surprised! No award? You're such a good teacher. You build such cool relationships with kids. They seem to like you and your classes so much!" True, true. ;) And that, is what I call a RE-ward.

When I started this school year, like I do every year, I asked kids why they are taking the classes that I teach. For a number of them, it's because they need one more science credit. For another number of them, it's because they had room in their schedule and it sounded interesting. This year, there were a number of them whose only reason was, "because you teach it." Here's the thing. Most of those kids who said that don't need another science credit. They don't need any additional credit. They know that my door is always open and they are welcome to sit in my room on an open period. But, they chose to sit in my classroom, learn something and do work simply because that's where I am. I call that a RE-ward.

I added a new twist to my classes this year. It's actually a reward system for students. They helped decide on the behaviors that would received rewards and consequences. They also decided on the prizes available at the two checkpoints during the year. Wondering what my point to all of that is, yet? We started discussing this on Thursday. By Saturday, I'd had SEVERAL people mention to me that they'd heard about it. I've even heard kids correcting each other OUTSIDE of my classroom based on what the appropriate behavior is INSIDE my classroom. I call that a RE-ward.

Kids know who they can trust. They know who they can turn to. They know who will genuinely care about them. They also know who will call them out when they need it. I've heard kids say things like, "Don't lie to Mrs. Lumley. She always knows." I've also had kids tell me that someone else told them I was a good person to talk to. I truly love it when a student asks me for advice, to be a reference for a job, or even for a letter of recommendation. That means that this person thinks highly enough of me to ask me for something very important and personal. I call that a RE-ward.

Here's the thing. Students come and go. Curriculum comes and goes. Mandates, programs, standards, and acronyms are forever coming and going. Awards come and go. School years come and go. Summers come and go. Jobs even come and go. Sometimes, even those relationships built will come and go because life is funny that way. The one thing that won't come and go is that feeling of accomplishment when a student "gets it". That little bit of humbling when someone takes a class because it's your class also won't go. The feeling of PRIDE watching students master things that they find scary will never, ever go. That, in a nutshell is what I call a RE-ward.

According to

Award: a prize or other mark of recognition given in honor of an achievement.
Reward: something given or offered in return for a service or accomplishment.

Based on these definitions, I feel a RE-ward will always be greater than an A-ward. Here's why. An award is recognition. A reward is given or offered. An award doesn't give a teacher a feeling of pride or accomplishment like a RE-ward does. An accomplishment is what comes when something has been successfully achieved. Watching my students be successful in their achievements both inside and outside my classroom will always be my RE-ward.

 ***A little addendum. I WAS honored several years ago by a student who received a prestigious award as her teacher of recognition. That was amazing. Again, I see that as a RE-ward.  

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Why Do We Cry?

Can I just tell you that I am extraordinarily proud of my sons? If you know me well, you likely already know this. Here's a little you may not know. When they were contemplating their school, the coach and band director got into a bidding war over their scholarships and there were three offers on the table from the one school. Their high school band directors and coaches had spoken well of them and they both wanted the boys involved. Due to NAIA rules, they couldn't accept both scholarships, but, did take the biggest one, the sports one. However, they are at school early this week for Music Camp in preparation for their music degrees. So, why do I cry?

I cry because I'm proud. Those little six pound babies are six foot (almost) men. They've grown (almost) into their bodies. They've matured (almost) into strong leaders. They've learned (almost) as much as I can teach them. And, so, I cry.

I cry because I will miss them. They each have their own funny quirks that I will miss. They each have their own funny sayings that I will miss. They each have their own funny way of showing love that I will miss. They each have their own funny way of getting under my skin that I will miss. They each have their own funny way being a part of the bigger thing we call a family that I will miss. And, so, I cry.

I cry because it's an end. What?! They're not dead, ya know... Yes. I know. But, all those quirks, sayings, loves, irritations, and being part of the family is the beginning of a sort of "slow death" or an end. I'm not being morbid here but, it's an end. I'm being realistic because it's an end. Sometimes, big changes can feel like a death in that the way of life you've been used to for 18 years is now at an end. In the same way that life goes on after the death of a loved one, it goes on after a kid or two goes to college because every beginning has an end. You still have to go to work, cook, clean, eat, and raise the other kids so they can go off to college when it's their turn because it will be their end. And, so, I cry.

I cry because it's a beginning. It's the beginning of a new era. It's the beginning of a new way of life. It's the beginning of a new life for them. It's the beginning of their new normal. It's the beginning of our new normal. It's the beginning of their new lives. It's the beginning of independence. It's the beginning of new freedoms. It's the beginning of them having a life outside of me. And, so, I cry.

I cry because I won't be there to see the changes. They'll be making friends whose parents I won't know and I won't be there. They'll be getting themselves out of bed and I won't be there. They'll be going to classes and doing assignments and I won't be there. They'll be eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner and I won't be there. They'll be doing their laundry and I won't be there. And, so, I cry.

I cry because I'm happy. I've given them enough room that they were comfortable enough to leave and that makes me happy. I've given them enough structure that they got themselves out of bed on time on their first day away and that makes me happy. I've given them enough personality that they're already out there and establishing themselves and that makes me happy. I've given them enough discipline that they've excelled in multiple areas and that makes me happy. And, so, I cry.

I cry because I'm their mom. And, so, I cry.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

An Open Letter to Betsy DeVos

Dear Betsy,

May I call you Betsy? I feel I have earned the right to this bit of familiarity. Why do I feel I have earned this right? Here’s why. The thousands of dollars I have in student loans that were acquired at a University splattered with the DeVos name is why I feel I have earned that bit of familiarity.

Betsy, I am a teacher and a (twice) graduate of Lee University. I was SO excited when I saw that you had been nominated for Secretary of Education. I asked my husband (also a Lee graduate), “Is that Betsy DeVos as in THE DeVos family?!” All I ever knew was the wonderful altruism and support of education that came from the DeVos name. It was one of the first names I heard as a scared freshman many years ago. So long ago, in fact, that Lee wasn’t even a university, yet. Just Lee College.

Betsy, I am heartbroken. I had high hopes until these hearings. I really thought that the support of education I had seen all those years ago would filter into this nomination and (at the time, hopefully) your appointment. I have kept quiet and adopted a “wait and see” approach when others were so negative about this. I seriously thought you were going to be the ace in the hole for public education. I mean, a family that was SO devoted to higher education had to believe in education, in general, right?

Betsy, it’s starting to look like I was wrong and I write this with tears in my eyes. Why have you not educated yourself on education? Public education, in particular. Why have you not taken the time to talk to educators? You seem to think public schools are still “reading, writing, and arithmetic”. We are SO much more. We are STEM, we are arts, we are language, we are relational, we are sports, we are clubs, we are hygiene, we are food, we are shelter, and we are LOVE.

Betsy, what we are not is a moneymaking machine. Public schools are not about the dollar signs you seem to be seeing. Public schools are not about the companies that try to profit from selling their multitude of products to us, constantly. We are bombarded with “new and better” all the time. Everyone has the “latest and greatest” thing in education. Guess what, half the time, their newest thing doesn’t last beyond a semester or a year, if we’re lucky. How many of those companies do you have investments with?

Betsy, do you have any idea how many hours per year teachers in public schools spend trying to better themselves? Do you have any clue how many of the things you are trying to say are a better idea are actually happening on a daily basis within our public schools? Schools have not been “one size fits all” since before I was in high school. And, Betsy, no offense intended, but, you’re not much younger than my own mother. Maybe that’s why your notion of public schools is so antiquated.

Betsy, I URGE you to spend some time in public schools and with public school teachers. I BEG you to try to understand why people are so upset. I IMPLORE you to put yourself into the shoes of the people who go in day after day and try to make a difference. I BESEECH you spend 9 hours a day in a public school and see exactly what is happening there. Our day starts at 8:00. Between 7:30 and 8:00 this morning, I dealt with students dealing with a pregnancy scare, a relationship breakup, and a poor home life. I also had to make copies and get ready for my first class of the day during that time.

Betsy, I am extending to you a personal invitation to come visit me for the day. I’d love to show you what it’s really like in a public school. I’d love to show you the differentiation that’s happening. I’d love to show you the programs we have in place for students who struggle, who don’t struggle, and who do well. I’d like for you to see how we care for students who are hungry, who are cold, who need a home other than a shelter. It would be great for you to watch us include students in sports, academics, and arts. I’d love for you to see how ONE teacher and ONE classroom can encompass all of that and still have successful, well adjusted, engaged students who come to school and want to learn, feel safe, and feel valued.

Betsy, come on down to the trenches and see how the soldiers work. See how the soldiers march. See how the soldiers soldier on in light of all the things thrown at them from so many generals who’ve never stepped foot into a classroom (except on paper) to tell them how to be a good soldier.

Friday, August 12, 2016

"What's Wrong With You Today" or "Why Do I Have to Grow Up?"

I've had a couple of days this week where I woke just feeling "off". Ever have those days? Something's wrong, but you have no clue what? Something is bothering you and you're not sure why? You have this feeling of dread and don't know where it came from? This morning, it hit me hard. Really hard. I wasn't sure what the heck was going on. I'm typically a pretty laid back, happy, easy-going person. But, my heart felt heavy today. I had no desire to do anything. But, I forced myself to get out and go for a walk. I needed to walk and clear my head. While I walked, it hit me. I'm growing up. Wait, what? You're 42 years old, Shannon. You should have grown up a LONG time ago! Yeah, you're right, but, as long as my children were "not grown", I didn't have to FEEL grown...

This morning, my child who NEVER gets out of bed without being told texted me before 6:00 AM telling me that she needed to be at school at 7:00 AM and not PM like she originally thought. She got up, got ready, made her breakfast and lunch, and left me, to be grown. She had a practice and band camp, today. She's considering joining a student-leader group. She's trying to add a college credit course to her school load. I'm growing up.

My son who NEVER gets out of bed without being told came down the stairs at 8:00. He said, "I've got 30 minutes to get out the door." He made his breakfast. He got his work clothes together for the evening shift he's working. He's spending all day in a leadership course for band. He's contacted his football coach to let him know he can't make practice, today because of the two other things he had to do. I didn't have to tell him to do all of that. He got dressed and left me, to be grown. I'm growing up.

My other son (after getting extra rest and being told to get up) got out of bed, ate something, took out the garbage without being told, and cleaned the kitchen after being told. He emailed his band director to ask questions about next week, without being told. He's going to football practice this afternoon. He's taking his shower supplies and work clothes, he will leave football and go to work. In a few hours, he will get dressed for practice and leave me, to be grown. I'm growing up.

All of the funny sayings, wisdom from elders, and horror stories really don't prepare you for what's happening right in front of your eyes. They don't attempt to explain the ache that starts once you realize they're starting to "not need" you. It doesn't begin to prepare you for the tears that randomly show up when you see a "Timehop" picture from four years ago. In no way do they start to describe the confusion a mom feels when they take the initiative to contact other adults instead of asking me to do it. They cannot in any way enable a mother to deal with the stabbing pain of watching other people "court" her children to come and become part of a new (college) family or team. Don't get me wrong, they'll always want their mama in their life, I hope and pray. One of my boys has taken to calling me as soon as he gets off work and talking to me on his way home. That gives me hope. That hope helps me because I'm growing up.

My role is changing. I'm becoming less "mama" and more "advisor". We're talking about tough decisions. We're discussing their futures. We're talking about whether to expand the nest or leave the nest. We're discussing money and making decisions about money. I'm doing my best to make sure they don't make the same mistakes I did because I'm growing up.

Wait, don't you have another kid? Oh, you mean the one who is 12, going into the seventh grade, and already talking like a college professor while simultaneously being addicted to video games? The one who is already talking about the activities he's going to join this year? Yes, I still have my baby boy. But, he's a baby boy with a mustache who recently posted a bunch of selfies with girls on his snapchat story. GASP! Well, I guess I can be thankful that this is my last time to deal with hormones, at least. I guess that too means I'm growing up.

I am already missing my babies with a year to go before two leave whether it's physically to a college out of state or metaphorically by living at home and going local. So many sayings about roots and wings say things like they need to be given wings in order to fly. I don't want my children to fly. I want them to soar. I want them to rise about the clouds, catch a wind and lift themselves higher than I ever could. In order to do that, I have to believe I'm growing up.

So, here goes. Grow, my children. Change, my children. Fly, my children. SOAR, my children. Don't worry about me. I'll be okay. You see, I'm growing up...

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

My Heart is as Broken as Our Country

This is my country! Land of my birth!
This is my country! Grandest on earth! This is my country!
Land of my birth!
This is my country! Grandest on earth!
I pledge thee my allegiance, America, the bold,
For this is my country to have and to hold.
What diff'rence if I hail from North or South
Or from the East or West?
My heart is filled with love for all of these.
I only know I swell with pride and deep within my breast
I thrill to see Old Glory paint the breeze.
With hand upon heart I thank the Lord For this my native land,
For all I love is here within her gates.
My soul is rooted deeply in the soil on which I stand,
For these are mine own United States.
This is my country! Land of my choice!
This is my country! Hear my proud voice!
I pledge thee my allegiance, America, the bold,
For this is my country! To have and to hold.
Written by: Don Raye, Al Jacobs

I learned this song a very long time ago. I wasn't even a preteen. 
I was so proud to be a Girl Scout. I dove into everything there 
was to offer. I earned badges left and right. I had friends. Many 
friends from all over. Daddy was in the military. We were exposed
to everyone from everywhere. 

I learned to make homemade tortillas from my mother's friend. I 
might have been 11 years old at the time. She was from Puerto 
Rico.  We stayed with them while Mama ad Daddy took a short 
vacation. We loved her and her family. We loved all of our friends. 
We didn't know there was such a thing as race problems or 
inequality. Where we were, everyone was the same. 

I was always so proud of that song and the National Anthem. My 
heart still swells and I get teary when I hear the National Anthem. 
But, this isn't MY country. It's OUR country. It's always been OUR 
country. But, right now, everyone is acting like it's "MY" country. 
This isn't that country I knew as a child. This isn't the acceptance 
learned as a youngster. There is so much more violence, hate, 
bigotry, division, and racism. My older eyes see it. My younger 
heart  is crying because of it. I've raised my children the way I knew 
to raise them. We accept everyone. We love everyone. Hate takes 
too much  energy. Hate takes time to teach. Divisiveness starts with 
a tiny spark that can cause a great explosion. 

I look at all of the things happening today and I can only ask why. 
Why did we let our nation get like this? Why did we teach our 
children hate  instead of love? Why did our world become so selfish? 
Why are we allowing the hate to spread like wildfire? Why are we not 
dousing the fire with love, patience, and understanding? Why are we 
so unwilling to compromise? Why is it only one way or the other? 
The only answer I have is SELF. 

People have become lovers of self. People have become selfish. 
People have become so focused on themselves they refuse to 
acknowledge others. They refuse to see that someone else has an 
idea. They refuse to see that someone might need help. They 
refuse to look past a pigment to the same beating heart. The 
same color of blood. The same organs that perform the same 
purposes. One doesn't work without the other. We cannot work 
without each other. This country cannot work without all of us. 

If your child wanted to date someone who you knew had a bad 
reputation, would you be apprehensive? Would you try to stop it? 
Would you ground your child? Would you react first when the kid 
showed up at the door and ask questions later? If you were a cop 
who was about to arrest someone who you knew had a huge rap 
sheet, would you be apprehensive? Would you react first and ask 
questions later? I'm NOT defending the fact that people have 
died. I'm not getting into any of the statistics of race and crime, 
here. You'll not drag me into any debates about proportionality and 
disproportionality. I'm not saying anyone is right or wrong. I'm 
simply saying that nothing is ever as black and white as people 
selfishly want to make it. 

I'm so saddened by the recent reports of people refusing to serve 
police officers. How can one summarily decide all officers are 
bad? How can you refuse service to those who have dedicated their 
lives "to protect and serve" YOU? I've been a mother for a very long 
time. I don't believe I have EVER punished all of my children for the 
actions of one. Even my identical twins are two distinct people who 
deserve to be treated as such. My boys are not a "unit". Police 
officers work for a unit and can work as a unit. However, all  are 
individuals. Just as I could never paint all men with the same brush 
because one or two hurt me, all police officers cannot be painted 
with the same brush as some who overreact, act too quickly or 
harshly, or, are just bad guys.  

I agree that voices need to be heard. I agree that changes need 
to be made. Do you agree that change starts with you? Nothing 
ever changes with violence. Violence begets violence. If someone 
comes at me with violence, I'll protect myself as violently. If 
someone comes to me willing to talk, willing to discuss, willing to 
have open and honest discourse, I'll meet halfway and further. 
Organizing is amazing. When people are willing to work, willing to 
organize, big changes can happen. But, while you're working on 
your protest, take a minute to be selfless. Hand your unopened 
bottle of water to the homeless guy sitting and watching your 
protest. Pick up the candy wrapper the chick in front of you just 
dropped. Clean up the city park and have your organizational 
meeting there. 

I'm going to end this with this last bit of thought. Everyone, 
everywhere do yourselves and everyone around you a favor. 
Turn OFF the news, close OUT your social media, disconnect 
FROM the Internet and LOOK around you. What do you see? 
What do you look like? Look INSIDE you. Is it the same as what's 
around you? Look back at your social media. Is it the same as 
what's inside you? Are you helping to end this division or 
perpetuate it? Are you posting all of this divisive crap? Are you 
reposting half-truths without researching them? Are you using 
the same manipulated statistics? Are you reposting the same 
old tired quotes? Are you being selfish or selfless? Do you 
want this to be YOUR country? Or would you rather have 
OUR country?

To have, and to hold...

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Trump Wins and We ALL Lose or I'm Calling You Out, Bible Belt

           I am simply astounded by last night’s Super Tuesday results. I sat with my mouth gaping open as update after update came in. Really, Bible Belt? REALLY? What has happened to the part of the country I’ve always been so proud to call my point of origin? When did it become okay for someone like that to become a leader? I’m going to debunk some of the crap I keep hearing spewed about how “great” this man is and how he’s going to “make America great again”.
            The first piece of nonsense I’m hearing is that he’s “financing his own campaign.” Bull. If he were, there wouldn’t be a “donate” button on his website. He wouldn’t have raised 27.3 MILLION dollars to “finance” his campaign. No, it’s not as much as some, but, it’s not small change, either. Here’s another little thing for you to think about, he’s not a self-made man. He received a LARGE inheritance from his father, which he then used to build his “empire”. He also used the U.S. government to help restructure his businesses four times through Chapter 11. He did this four times. He got debt forgiveness and extended time to pay bills. Trust me, people, he’s not going to show you how to get rich. If he can’t manage his money or businesses without governmental intervention, how in the world is he going to manage a country that is trillions of dollars in debt? 


            Another piece of nonsense I hear is that he’s going to “protect us” from all of those “illegal immigrants”. You know the ones I’m talking about, the “murderers and rapists”.  Of all the rapes in the United States, 65% are done by WHITE AMERICANS. Of all the murders in the United States, 48.2 % are done by WHITE AMERICANS and 49.4% are done by BLACK AMERICANS. Of all the illegal immigrants in the United States, in 2013, eight, yes EIGHT were convicted of murder. Just in case that doesn’t make sense to you, look at it this way, that’s eight out of 11.2 MILLION illegal immigrants. They aren’t the ones doing the murdering and raping, here. Most of the ones I’ve met or seen are hard-working individuals trying to save money and send it back home to their families. Am I saying let everyone in who wants in? No. We need to support our own. We need to feed our hungry and homeless. But, let me remind you of Christ’s words in Matthew:

Matthew 25:42-46New International Version (NIV)

42 For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’
44 “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’
45 “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’
46 “Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.”
More nonsense is how he respects the “working man”. I struggle with how anyone could respect a man enough to vote for him when he has no respect for anyone other than himself. He is constantly belittling and putting down others for being different. His disdain for women is evident. How many do you think he will have in leadership positions when he’s done? He speaks out of both sides of his mouth. He says what people want to hear when they want to hear it. He’s making a mockery of diversity when his own family was immigrants. How many of your family were immigrants. Only part of mine was. How do you think he is going to act in a room full of foreign dignitaries? Does he really deserve to represent our country? Let me tell you what the Psalmist David has to say about that in Psalm 140:

3They make their tongues as sharp as a serpent’s;
the poison of vipers is on their lips.
8Do not grant the wicked their desires, Lord;
do not let their plans succeed.
11May slanderers not be established in the land;
may disaster hunt down the violent.

            I feel sorry for people who are listening to his words and taking them to heart. I feel sorry for people who believe he will truly do what he claims to do. When was the last time you voted for any politician who kept his or her word? It saddens me to think of all the people who are voting for him, particularly in the Bible Belt. How can they love all people as we are instructed, yet permit this person to become a leader when he has only love of self? He’s saying things and doing things that make me wonder how many people truly feel the way he feels in their hearts. How many of these people are actually closet racists? If the man is standing up there and making generalizations about people based on their race, he’s a racist. If you agree with him, so are you.
How many are actually more in love with this man for his money than his actions? He’s not putting any of that money to work for you. Do you REALLY think he’s going to stop the tax breaks his wealthy buddies get? He’s building an empire on poor people. How many gambling addicts support his empire? If it weren’t for people with addictions, he wouldn’t have the empire he has. Do you really want to be associated with that? Aren’t we, as Christians, supposed to be helping those in need and not making a profit off of them? How about this, how about people spend some time examining their hearts, examining the facts, examining the scripture, and then examining him. I think you will find some big discrepancies in what God says and what he says.