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Two Things Parents Need to Know

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If your child does not understand when you are serious, and to recognize the point where there is no longer any question about whether he or she needs to obey you, then you could end up potentially endangering your child.

I watched as a father shouted to his son not to run into a parking lot and his son didn’t listen. If a car had come at that moment, he could have been hit. There is a tone of voice that needs to be instilled in a child as the voice of authority. This is the voice that stops him from running into traffic. Training to acknowledge this voice needs to happen at a very young age.

Part of training is watching a child’s response and acknowledging appropriate responses. “You listened nicely. I like that.” A child who feels loved and nurtured will naturally want their parents’ approval.

Praising your child’s behaviour is a positive interaction, however direct praise that defines a child, like, “You’re a good girl,” is not very helpful. It creates a spectrum of good or bad along which a child then has to land, in his or her mind. For example, “Earlier I was good. Now I am bad.” It’s better to praise the behaviour and to draw out traits, for example, “That was a kind thing to do.” Or, “I like it when you listen like that.” Make the praise brief.

The child realizes they can do this again and it empowers them. They can’t, however, control their identity–who they are–if you tell them they are good or bad.

Make the behaviour, not the child, the focus. When you remark on their behaviour, as in, “That was not a nice thing to do,” saying so will affirm what they already know, and prepare them for choice and decision making in the future.

Point out positive behaviour in others too, and occasionally draw attention to negative behaviour, but not in a derogatory way. “That little boy is not listening to his mother,” is a simple observation.

Every child will test the boundaries. The trouble is some parents don’t know where the boundaries are because they have not set them. A parent must be clear on what lines will not be crossed without consequences.

Testing boundaries is one thing. Defiance is another. An attentive parent will know the difference. Testing, in the mind of the child, says, “Maybe I can get away with this?” Defiance says, “I clearly know you don’t want me to do this but I will do it anyway.” A parent decides what unpleasant consequence will follow defiance.

A child actually feels more secure, knowing there are boundaries and consequences when these boundaries are violated. The sense that there is someone wiser in charge makes the world less scary.

Generally the child knows ahead of time what happens as a result of defiance or outright disobedience. The important thing, however, is that the child knows that there will be something unpleasant to follow. It does not have to be prolonged and shouldn’t be harsh, but it should create enough discomfort to serve as a future deterrent. Experiment with various consequences. Some will work for certain children and not for others.

A team concept is the second thing a parent needs to know how to establish. If the parent/child relationship beings with a sincere desire and effort to work together and be on the same team, then the child will be much more inclined to obey in an emergency situation.

Being on the same team happens as a result of trust building. The child believes you are there for him or her and that you want the best for them. Together you are working towards the best outcome. This requires taking time to explain situations to your child, the “Why” of the things you are doing and what you are allowing or not allowing.

One very helpful way to build a team sense is by playing games with your child. They learn there are rules and consequences and they learn to accept both. Engaging in learning activities with your child teaches them to trust your instructions and your insights.

Using “we” and “us” language, instead of “you,” makes the child see you are working together. Knowing what the outcome you want will look like, helps the child to move in that direction over time. In our family we wanted a “happy family.” This meant that Mom had to be positive and encouraging most of the time. One thing we did was try to part with a good memory and greet one another on cheerful note.

A parent has a long term goal to have a good relationship with an adult child. This begins with teamwork as a youngster. That is why a parent provides for the child’s needs and helps him or her with various tasks and eventually teaches them the importance of taking on these tasks and then paying it forward and helping others.

The team concept still requires that you are the coach. You are not equal team members. The child looks for and expects authority from you and is disappointed when it is not there, even though he or she may rebel against it from time to time. Be an inspiration to your child.

There is no such thing as perfect parenting. We learn as we go. But basic guidelines will help us to end up in a good place most of the time.

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Why Women Ask Men to Take Out the Trash

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I find it to be very common among couples for women to ask their significant other to take out the trash or the recycling and I’ve often wondered why, so I took a look at my own life.

I totally expect my husband to take out the trash. Usually I will prepare the bag for him and have it sitting at the door when he comes home. And I’m not the only wife with this expectation, I’ve discovered. We’ve even seen it in movies. It’s not an unusual phenomenon.

Perhaps in historical times there were wild animals outside, or some other threat. We generally don’t have this level of threat today, although there might be the occasional raccoon or stray dog hanging around. So it makes little sense for this to be designated as a man’s job, when a woman could just as easily do it.

I’ve decided it boils down to three things. Division of labour, responsibility and participation.

When a man takes out the trash, it is often the last step in cleaning up the house. Kind of like an exclamation mark. Done! I think the bottom line is that the woman likes to know he participated in some way in the process, so she divides the labour this way and he takes responsibility and carries out his part.

It’s really not a big thing, but it is. It’s little in the sense that it won’t take five minutes, and it’s not like it’s a hugely difficult task. But it’s big in the way of shared responsibility and participation.

Essentially it’s an act of love and appreciation. “I’ll do this for you, for all the other things you do for me.”

If a man refuses to take out the trash, or objects, a woman will clearly be offended. She might even be angry. From his perspective, he probably thinks he is only being reasonable. I mean, why can’t she do it? It doesn’t take long and it’s not difficult.

In a woman’s home–and a woman usually does the greater share of the home-making, therefore I call it a woman’s home–a woman carries the responsibility for creating a pleasant atmosphere. She wants to be appreciated. A man may show his appreciation in many ways by helping her out, but for some reason, the final test is the garbage. And it does seem to be a test. Admit it.

I can’t explain why I have not been able to relinquish my obsession with this, except to say that it doesn’t feel right for me to take out the trash. It’s as though I am leaving my domain, entering into the outside world, and this is his world. Maybe this is some sort of ancient carry-over into modern times and if a modern woman wants to insist on making a cultural change, this would be a good place to start. Probably a lot of women have. But I kind of like this old-fashioned tradition. It makes me feel loved and secure. So there you have it.

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Surviving the Pandemic – Writing Poetry

My Childhood Friend

A song was just a song

Until you came along

And changed the meaning

I saw your heart dancing

In the light in your eyes in the moonlight

Like a promise of morning

You threw your head back as you laughed

And the wind caught the swirl of your skirt

Transparent in the shimmer of dawn

Radiant glow from the sun shining through

You moved like a leaf in the autumn

Drifting gracefully down to the ground.

And we never noticed the falling

Until you were gone.

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Surviving the Pandemic – Mixed Feelings Today

I went back on Facebook this week, after being off for a year, and I admit I have mixed feelings. I use Facebook primarily to keep in touch with people who do not live nearby. So it is great to see all my old “friends” again. The welcome I received was heart-warming.

My friend list is whittled down a lot and that’s OK. People move on.

I have mixed feelings because it is very apparent what Facebook approves of and what it censures. This means we all have to watch what we say. Somebody is policing us. The question is who is doing this and under what influence or duress? Why is it important to monitor, censor and control the conversation? To what end is this being done?

I admit it really shocked me when I saw innocent people censored on Facebook, including myself. Dissenting views are not tolerated. You go to Facebook “jail” or your “distribution” is limited, and “other things” are done affecting your Facebook experience.

This reminds me of what we have seen in the U.S. where the media has taken control of the conversation. The news is skewed. Anything that might reflect negatively on Democrats is concealed while the exact opposite applies to Republican news. A survey revealed that over 90% of reporting on Trump was negative. In four years the American elites never even acknowledged him as a legitimate president. Strangely all of this hasn’t had the dampening effect intended, since half the country still stands behind the president. The only explanation that fits, in my view, is that someone is playing heavy handedly with the press.

It is extremely dangerous to discredit the thinking of half of society. Hollywood and our institutions of higher learning have been used, with a great level of success, as platforms for social conditioning for the past century. They have succeeded in changing the way we think and behave. What Hollywood and our university professors scoff at, we scoff at.

I am under no illusion that only the interests of North America are being served by the social engineering experiment taking place right before our eyes. Or, to put it another way, the demise of America, along with its democracy and family values and trust in God, would suit certain entities very well.

We need to take a careful look. We may not like what we see. We may find that we have only been pawns when we have thought we were so very clever. The question is whether it is possible to disentangle ourselves.

There was a time when life was, oh, so simple.

Posted in family, God, Love, Tolerance

Loving Others When Issues Divide Us

A person in my family will not entertain any conversation about Donald Trump and they have made it clear how they despise even the mention of his name. They, “Can’t stand him.”

This person has not observed any good in Trump. They have not conceded that he has done good for America on any level. Their mind is completely closed.

There is no point in talking to someone of this persuasion as they are not open to any possible insights. We continue to love one another, and do not allow this to cause dissension in our family. We simply don’t go there. There are plenty of other things to talk about.

In other words, we show mutual respect for difference of opinion. Although they know others don’t see things their way, they too are tolerant of differences, if not of discussion.

Mask wearing is another area where our family members’ opinions differ. There is a little more tolerance for discussion with these members so we have talked about the subject. But, once again, there is a line we don’t want to cross. We don’t want to allow a difference of viewpoint to destroy our relationship, so we let the subject drop before it does that. We stop trying to persuade.

Trump is not all bad. He has made some positive changes in America. Masks provide some protection, depending on the material and construction. A challenging exercise is trying to hold two opposing views at the same time, balancing them against each other.

Another topic of dissension is religion. Religion is not all bad. Jewish law teaches us not to lie, steal, kill and commit adultery. Christ taught us what is considered as the Golden Rule, to love our neighbours as ourselves. Members of our family are not accepting of the religion of others, but they still continue to love one another.

When we love others we give them a lot of room. We have to allow them to make mistakes, to be wrong. We might try to help them, but even with good intentions, we will not always do the right thing. It takes humility to admit this.

Love genuinely wants the best for the other person. Unfortunately, there are a few among us who care little about others, but even in these cases, we must be careful not to jump to conclusions. I recently came across this, “Do not assume malice when ignorance could explain the situation.”

Some people shut you out when your views differ from theirs. You become the detestable “other.” I favor Christianity because it does not leave room for this attitude. In fact, it teaches people to “love your enemies” and to “pray for those who persecute you.”

I had a vision this week. I saw the love of God encompassing the world. I can’t really explain it. It was like giant arms, like a cloud, or a vapor, encompassing the earth. I was in prayer and I asked God if he wasn’t angry with the world and all the evil in it. In the Bible I read that God is often angry with the wicked, so I wanted to know. The vision zoomed in to those individual, private moments when people are most vulnerable and I was impressed with the thought that this is what God sees. This is what he does not forget, even when evil tries to obscure it. He looks beyond. This is who he loves.

We need to be a little more like God, loving beyond those things that annoy us. Loving beyond our differences.

We can allow evil to tear us apart or we can choose to love.

There are evil forces at work seeking to destroy what is precious and what is truly precious is our relationships. We must watch that our views do not become the most important thing. What matters is the other person, their needs, their dreams and desires. We can love, even with differences. But it may take some help from the example of Christ, who laid down his life, rather than persisting against resistance. At this special Christmas season, let’s remember, “For God so loved the world….”

I think the source of tolerance is the family. It is where we learn to care deeply. It is where we learn to be tolerant of differences. It is where we learn it is safe to make mistakes and where we learn to forgive. It is so important to guard these early relationships that will follow us all of our lives.

Posted in Democracy, Election, Journalism

When Did Journalists Become Judge and Jury?

Remarkably, opinion pieces of journalists, passing as news, flowed off the press and refuted claims of election fraud before any evidence was formally presented, much less investigated. In the absence of the kind of reflection and insight that might serve as a caution, journalists remained oblivious to their diminishing reputation and public credibility. Ratings for public news channels have never been so low.

Journalism has become a sad reflection of an element of society that cares less about investigative reporting and more about controlling the narrative. The currant narrative is clearly that there is no election fraud. Period. Even though, prior to the election, both Democrats and Republicans repeatedly questioned the integrity of election processes.

I’ve watched several hearings that presented claims of misdemeanours in elections— sending/receiving ballots from dead voters, voters with parking lot mailing addresses, voters who don’t exist. Whether this was intentional, is virtually impossible to prove. Intention would imply fraud. This is called “rigging” the election.

Of course, we want to believe that nobody would stoop to undermine the American election process by endorsing non-existent voters, or duplicate voters, or voting in place of others, or incentivized voting, or voting of non-citizens. If it happened, and these turned out to be predominantly Democrat voters, we are assured, by the same journalists who insisted there was no voter fraud, that it was on a small scale of only a few thousand, not enough to change the election outcome.

At the close of an article that vehemently denies evidence of election fraud, a journalist concedes that the level of fraud is at best insignificant. There were not enough irregularities to change the election result.

And so, with the consolation that the fraud that happened was insignificant, because it didn’t affect the outcome, public attention is steered away from the glaring truth of a compromised electoral system. The same journalists who declared there was no fraud a few weeks earlier, have moved us to the acceptance of “irrelevant” fraud.

As the hearings progressed, with their “irrelevant” allegations, the opinions of journalists progressed as well. When testimonies came forward presenting more substantial evidence, the witnesses themselves became “irrelevant” and the story was not about the allegations but about Giuliani’s hair dye running down his face. Lawyers who shied away from participating in the hearings were touted as evidence of a sinking ship, with no hint at other possibilities, like their livelihoods being threatened.

If I were in charge of Republican allegations of election fraud I would have gone about this differently. But of course it is too late now. I would have focused only on evidence that does not require witness corroboration and only on such evidence as would change the election outcome. Too much time has been wasted on proving that the election process can be manipulated. There was never a need to be prove this at all. The real question is, was the level of manipulation able to change the outcome? In other words, did the American vote count?

There is still another equally disturbing problem with journalism surrounding the election, besides misrepresentation and manipulation. This is silence. Silence when there is a real issue to report. Like the lawsuits filed by Sidney Powell. Silence when voters rally by tens or hundreds of thousands in support of the president. Silence about the actual significance of only Republican watchers not being allowed to observe ballot counting.

Remarkably, opinion pieces of journalists, passing as news, flowed off the press and refuted claims of election fraud before any evidence was formally presented, much less investigated. In the absence of the kind of reflection and insight that might serve as a caution, journalists remained oblivious to their diminishing reputation and public credibility. Ratings for public news channels have never been so low.

Journalism has become a sad reflection of an element of society that cares less about investigative reporting and more about controlling the narrative. The currant narrative is clearly that there is no election fraud. Period. Even though, prior to the election, both Democrats and Republicans repeatedly questioned the integrity of election processes.

I’ve watched several hearings that presented claims of misdemeanours in elections— sending/receiving ballots from dead voters, voters with parking lot mailing addresses, voters who don’t exist. Whether this was intentional, is virtually impossible to prove. Intention would imply fraud. This is called “rigging” the election.

Of course, we want to believe that nobody would stoop to undermine the American election process by endorsing non-existent voters, or duplicate voters, or voting in place of others, or incentivized voting, or voting of non-citizens. If it happened, and these turned out to be predominantly Democrat voters, we are assured, by the same journalists who insisted there was no voter fraud, that it was on a small scale of only a few thousand, not enough to change the election outcome.

At the close of an article that vehemently denies evidence of election fraud, a journalist concedes that the level of fraud is at best insignificant. There were not enough irregularities to change the election result.

And so, with the consolation that the fraud that happened was insignificant, because it didn’t affect the outcome, public attention is steered away from the glaring truth of a compromised electoral system. The same journalists who declared there was no fraud a few weeks earlier, have moved us to the acceptance of “irrelevant” fraud.

As the hearings progressed, with their “irrelevant” allegations, the opinions of journalists progressed as well. When testimonies came forward presenting more substantial evidence, the witnesses themselves became “irrelevant” and the story was not about the allegations but about Giuliani’s hair dye running down his face. Lawyers who shied away from participating in the hearings were touted as evidence of a sinking ship, with no hint at other possibilities, like their livelihoods being threatened.

If I were in charge of Republican allegations of election fraud I would have gone about this differently. But of course it is too late now. I would have focused only on evidence that does not require witness corroboration and only on such evidence as would change the election outcome. Too much time has been wasted on proving that the election process can be manipulated. There was never a need to be prove this at all. The real question is, was the level of manipulation able to change the outcome? In other words, did the American vote count?

There is still another equally disturbing problem with journalism surrounding the election, besides misrepresentation and manipulation. This is silence. Silence when there is a real issue to report. Like the lawsuits filed by Sidney Powell. Silence when voters rally by tens or hundreds of thousands in support of the president. Silence about the actual significance of only Republican watchers not being allowed to observe ballot counting.

One can’t help but speculate that journalists who are willing to suppress the voices of half the population of America might also be willing to cooperate to suppress the votes of these same American citizens. Meaning, of course, the loss of a democratic election process. It will require a level of fearlessness journalism, and integrity we have not seen up to this point, to uncover what actually happened in the American election.

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Surviving the Pandemic – Early Morning Shooting

The noise I heard this morning around 5:30 a.m. turned out to be a fatal shooting in our back laneway where a 30 year old woman crashed her car into a fence and succumbed to gunshot wounds. It appears to be a targeted shooting.

This is the day after my sister’s mother-in-law passed away in hospital in the early morning and my sister-in-law’s mother died of covid later the same day. I also learned that evening of a woman in my mother’s complex dying and her daughter passing within the week. We knew the family well.

This follows my sister’s ex’s father, a close friend of the family, passing in hospital last week and another good friend of my mother’s passing the week before, as well as four people we know who have succumbed to covid in the past month.

These Manitoba families faced severe hospital visiting restrictions, funeral restrictions and a total ban on family gatherings during this extremely painful time of loss.

Surviving the pandemic has definitely taken on a new meaning.

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The American Election – a Canadian Perspective

I’m going to make this brief because it troubles me that so many words have already been spilled on the page when, in my opinion, the solution is so simple: do the recount, do whatever is required to prove that everything was legit.

Blocking the investigation is only feeding the suspicion that there is something amiss.

The reason for an election is so that the people can speak. The people have spoken.

Examine the evidence. Get the verdict.

Every eligible vote must be counted.

Every ineligible vote must be discarded.

Sounds simple.

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When the Shoe Doesn’t Fit

This week I had an image of Cinderella’s sister trying to squeeze her foot into a tiny glass slipper. That’s me, trying to fit myself into our tiny, one bedroom condo.

I’ve watched minimalist videos, downsizing videos and decluttering videos. I’ve practiced gratefulness and berated myself for my lack of contentment. But in the end it is what it is. Eight years of trying to squeeze into a space that is too small for me.

I’m definitely open to suggestions if anyone has figured out how to do this.

I’m particularly fascinated by people who live in tiny houses. I wonder if they really live that way, or secretly stash their stuff in an off-site trailer? Maybe they don’t have any hobbies that take up space. Maybe they don’t entertain. I can’t imagine reducing further to fit into such a small space.

One day, in a radical moment, I gave away my acrylic painting supplies and canvases, keeping only my watercolors because they take up less space. They went to a good home, and I have no regrets about that. My sister, when I told her about it this week, exclaimed, “You don’t get rid of your hobbies!” Oh, you don’t?

I am struggling to shove my big foot into that slipper and not only does it pinch, it doesn’t go in all the way. Maybe I need to “lose weight.” Maybe I need to “trim” my foot, surgically. There is something fundamentally wrong with my foot. With the basic bone structure.

I don’t actually have a disorder. I mean, I’m not a hoarder or anything. Well, maybe just a little when it comes to books. I admit I have a box of cards I’ve kept over the years, and a few impractical gifts by which to remember my grandparents. I have two shoe-sized boxes of photos and half a dozen albums. I also have a couple of small boxes of craft supplies and I own a sewing machine, but have no fabric in the house unless I’m working on a project.

Seasonal decor takes up considerable space — one box of items for fall, several more for Christmas. There is the toy cupboard for the grandkids and I’ve held on to some table games to play with them when they are a bit older.

Camping supplies, lawn chairs, a set of golf clubs and a sound system are relegated to our condo storage “cage” which is crammed. My husband sold his radio control equipment, which probably felt similar to me giving away my painting supplies. Every few months I rearrange things in storage and throw out anything I can possibly part with.

We like to entertain. Our kitchen has the exact dishes and baking utensils we need. My recipe collection dates back to when we owned a Tea Room and overflows onto a second shelf in a shallow pantry that also holds medication, candles and dried goods.

I am trying to be transparent, as if this might help.

I’m digitalizing my recipes, now, as well as my journals. I’m trying to minimize paper storage. Every month or so I “skim” and get rid of something. Earlier this month I gave away a box of nice decor items. My previous cull was of recipe books. A funky backpack, a pair of fashion boots and a plastic storage cabinet are ready for a trip to the thrift store. If I don’t go back to work at the office, I will cull my shoes next.

I want the feeling of calm I get when I look at the serene homes posted online. I do feel this in our living room, which extends, shoe-box style, into the kitchen and dining area. But the kitchen and dining area ruin the feeling. The space is too small for our large table, a hutch, two bar stools and a piano. This week the bar stools are going.

We’ve built extra IKEA wall shelves in the dining area and the bedroom, which also houses a full-wall bookshelf. I have art books, music books, books on writing, leadership, theology, family, politics, counselling, etc. I tend to cull novels and memoirs, but not reference books.

Last Christmas I gave each of our sons a small banker’s box of school memorabilia, once again “skimming” and clearing a few more inches of space.

This is an ongoing struggle. Whenever a new item needs a place in the house, there is a domino effect as I move things along and try to condense a few inches of space.

My home is a place to relax and entertain. But it is also an office, art studio and music studio. It might actually look minimalist if I gave these up.

If you can’t change your circumstances, change yourself, the saying goes.

It seems the solution is to stop forcing. Give up my obsession with having a peaceful feeling. Just put the slipper of perfection aside as a nice possibility which may never happen.

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Why I Believe in God and How This Changes My Life

“Imagine there’s no heaven, easy if you try. No hell below us, above us only sky.” –John Lennon

It’s attractive–the idea of no religion. Nothing to divide people. No ultimate standard. No God. No judgement.

John Lennon’s utopia was imaginary and impossible. The reason is because people need to understand why they are on this earth and how they got here and who is responsible for their being here and what this implies. Hence, religions.

God-fearing people live their lives as though God is watching. Religion has exploited believers in numerous ways, so I don’t particularly want to associate myself with the common understanding of religion. I want to distill my faith to the basics, one of which is a belief in an eternal God who sees all. From here I move on to his son, Jesus Christ, and the significance of his life, death and resurrection. I am a believer in Christ because my research has led me to the conclusion that the evidence for his life, death and resurrection is overwhelming.

Mine is not a defence of religion, or of faith, or of belief in God. Mine is a call to an honest search. Jesus said, “Straight is the gate, and narrow is the way, and few there be that find it.” I cannot find your way for you. You have to find it for yourself. For me it meant casting aside my previously held beliefs and then examining every piece before I decided which ones I would pick up and keep. It is a brave thing to do. You don’t know at the outset what the outcome will be.

I watched a small bird hop around on my balcony and I allowed my imagination to wander to what went into the design of this little winged creature. Then I thought about the seeds it was eating, and the plants that produced those seeds, and the sun that shone on the plants, the rain that fell on them, the soil that nurtured the plants. I thought of the seasons. I thought of the galaxies. I thought of the perfect distance of the sun from the earth so that we are not scorched and do not freeze. I thought about the exquisite balance of oxygen and carbon dioxide. I thought about gravity and the rotation of the earth around the sun, and the moon around the earth. And on and on and on. I thought about all the things that are not explained by the theory of evolution. Let’s remember it is only a theory. And it was a theory introduced as a reaction to the concept of religion and the possibility of a Creator. It is a theory that, when you really think about it, makes no sense at all. But people don’t want to think. Deep thinking scares them. It shakes their fabricated reality.

There is no possible way that this earth is an accident that happened over billions of years. So the only other alternative is that we are dealing with a Designer. A Designer with intent. From this point on I think it is reasonable to believe that this Designer wants to communicate with his creation. This is where religion begins. And there are many ways that religions have explained and tried to understand God.

It is the order of the universe that makes me a believer in a Creator. It is the fact that we have a conscience that makes me a believer in the righteousness of a Creator God. Up to this point most religions are similar but from here they begin to branch out with many tangents. I do not believe that all religions lead to God. God transcends religions. Religion is just a series of beliefs organized to understand God and to attempt to know how to respond to him. What I believe is that righteousness is at the heart of true religion. And I believe that God bridges the gap between his complete righteousness and our partial righteousness when we seek him and put our faith in him. However, this does require a type of re-birth, a dying of the old, a seed falling into the ground and a new life springing forth. The nature of God transcends all, even our human understanding. I cannot explain or describe God any more than I can explain or describe the wind and even this is a totally inadequate analogy. But I have felt God. And I worship him. I seek him with all my being. I desire to fulfill the design he had in creating me. My knowledge of God gives meaning to all I do.

My faith journey has been a life-long process and I have discovered many wonderful resources along the way. A book I recommend, and which profoundly impacted my search, is written by the late J. I. Packer, entitled Knowing God.