There is one thing about God that all of us need to realize: He doesn’t sit on a throne in heaven eating popcorn while watching what’s going on down here on earth on the large TV in His room. God doesn’t have His holy computer opened up to His huge contact list where every now … Continue reading Deliver Us From Evil…
I have too much on my work calendar today. Meeting at church at 8:30 AM NJ District Circuit Forum at 10 AM Bible Study class at 12:00 PM Counseling session at 2:30 PM Visitation at 3:30 PM Counseling session at 5:00 PM Church Vision Meeting at 6:30 PM I am going to have to find … Continue reading When Not to Panic…
I received an email note last night from someone calling themselves “the millennial queen,” whatever that means. All I know is that the queen is a freshman in college in Milwaukee. At least that is what she wrote. Her note contained the following hypothetical:
“Pastor, imagine for a moment you’re in a fertility clinic and there is a raging fire all around you. Behind one door, you hear a screaming child. The door to the adjacent room has a container of 1,000 fertilized eggs. You can save only one. Do you save the child or the eggs?”
The motivation behind the hypothetical story is that if a pro-lifer chooses to save the child over the fertilized eggs, then the argument that “life begins at conception” is futile since you could have saved a thousand “children” over the one child behind the door.
And yes, the question was a little odd since she wrote that the door to the adjacent room had the eggs, not the eggs being in the room.
My response: “So, if I save the child, then I’m a hypocrite, and if I save the eggs, I am a … what?A cold-hearted killer? ”
“Let’s play hypothetical for a moment. You’re in a preschool and there is an out of control fire all around you. In one room, you have a crying little boy. The other room, a crying little girl. All things being equal, you only have time to save one child. Whom do you choose? If you choose the girl, does that make you a sexist?
This morning at around 11, I left Englewood Hospital after visiting someone. As I walked back to my car parked in front of Brookside Cemetery on Engle Street, as I walked just beyond the ambulance bays for the emergency room, a man came up to me. He was wearing a Batman tee-shirt and smoking a … Continue reading The Slotted Spoon
As I was peddling away on the stationary bike this morning, my mind was racing, thoughts cascading into one another pushing my brain to act like I needed medication to calm the firing synapses down. Continue reading Christian Standard Bible, Apple Watch Activity Rings, and Anthrax: Morning Coffee