Is Trump A Tool?

womens-marchSometimes, it is hard for me to know how involved to be in political discussions. On the one hand, as a democracy, we the people must stay alert and involved in how our government is conducting itself. On the other hand, I tend to get so swept up in the discussions and arguments, I let myself start getting angry and frustrated. That’s when I know, I need to back away a little and put things in perspective. Yesterday, I took a little hiatus from getting into deep discussions about President Trump and his many sweeping executive orders.

There are so many news outlets on the internet, that a person can literallystarbucks find some “authority” spinning the truth to suit what one wants to believe. I went to several sites yesterday, and I have to admit, it is really hard to differentiate between truth, exaggerations, and bold face lies. I watched the inauguration, ¬†and some interviews Trump gave, because to me, I can tell better if a person is being honest if I’m watching them and hearing them firsthand.

trump-signsIt was depressing, to say the least. I don’t feel like this man cares about dissenting voices, surrounds himself with people who only agree with him, is given to feelings of grandeur about himself, thin-skinned, and maybe does things without thinking them through first. I got the impression he cares about you only if you support his image of himself as magnificent and a gift from God, and if you don’t, he regards you as an enemy. These traits are dangerous in a person who has the nuclear codes.

Here’s the thing. God has often allowed terrible leaders to rise to power. hitler1Hitler was the worst, but it made things so horrific, Israel was given their land back. Other insane, arrogant leaders that God allowed to rise are Nero, Titus, Caligula, Peter the Great…there’s tons. Maybe this period of angst regarding our insane government right now is merely a tool for us Christians to remain sharp, wary.

godI’ve said it many times before. These times are ratcheting us up for the end, and what better way to pave the way for persecution of the Christians in America than to piss off the Muslims everywhere else in the world? What better way to weaken our government in our own eyes than to see our own President defy court orders? What better way to sow dissention between the American people than to ignore a full half of their voices, insist that they accept facts and figures clearly not true, as the truth? To me, it makes sense God would allow a leader to rise now who would not strengthen and protect us, but one who would sow instability, distrust, dissention, and fear.

At some point, the antichrist will rise up, and his claim to fame will be that Photos-Satan-Vs-Jesus-God-And-Devil-Arm-Wrestling-Wallpaperhe will be able to unite all of us. Those with insight will see this as dangerous, but most of the world will fall for the lies.

I am not saying Donald Trump is the antichrist. Oh please. He has united no one. But I am saying, practicing separating the wheat from the chaff might be a good idea these days. We need to become sharper about this kind of thing, and ready for when it will become a matter of life and death in our future.

~ Bird

 

The Women’s March – A Different Perspective

Dad's mother and his best Father's Day gift ever, me.
Dad’s mother and his best Father’s Day gift ever, me.
There’s a lot of debate going on about The Women’s March, which has, to some degree, fueled the very harsh reactions to Donald Trump’s presidency. There’s the assumption that only Hillary Clinton supporters, or pro-choice people were lining those streets. That’s actually not true.

There’s one letter in particular circulating where a woman named Christy says, among other stuff,  that this march wasn’t hers because she is anti-abortion, and if all women made good decisions in their lives, like she did, they wouldn’t need this extreme form of birth control. Yikes.

After my last rant, I prayed that God would remind me how to write womens-marchcorrectly, and not fly off the handle like a ranting lunatic. Wisdom from above is always gentle and encourages peace between us, and clearly, I wasn’t being gentle or peaceful when I wrote those posts, and for that, I apologize. I’m going to strive to do better this time, even though again, this subject is one that hits close to home.

Dad, stop reading here. Seriously.

sad girlIn a recent study, it was found that one in three women are sexually molested by the time they reach adulthood. This is a conservative number because a lot of these kinds of victims don’t tell anyone. Often, the perpetrator is a close family member or friend of the family, and that kind of secret can threaten all kinds of things in a child’s life. I am that one in three. My stepfather molested me for years. I wrote about the experience here.

If you’ve never experienced this, it is hard for me to describe just how pervasive the wreckage in your life can be. It affects your self-esteem, your body images, your confidence in yourself, your understanding of the opposite sex, your understanding of what love should look like…literally everything about your life can be influenced by something like this.

For me, it made me hyper aware of everything, especially of men’s motivations. It takes me a long bird2time to trust any man, and I always have this little doubt resting in the back of my mind about their true motivations for wanting to be with me. It made me less self-confident, which in turn, made me doubt that I could make it in college, and thus, I dropped out. It made me feel like I wasn’t pretty, no matter what I was told, and if a man said I was pretty, I instantly assume he is telling me that because he just wants to have sex. I live in fear of being considered a plaything for men to use and toss away. I don’t demand equal pay for equal work most of the time at my jobs, because deep down, the experience taught me, although erroneously, that I’m not as valuable as a man.

I’ve struggled my whole life to make what I know about myself with my mind match correctly with what I feel about myself with my heart. I’m still struggling to this day.

Why do I bring any of this up?

I never got an abortion, birth controls pills don’t work on me, and I can count on both hands how many times I’ve ever gone to have any kind of checkup in my life. I’m locked in poverty. You would think this isn’t my fight either, right? Wrong.

cropped-pixect-20130316152300.jpgI can’t tell you how happy my heart was to see so many women walking together. I’m not pro-choice/pro-life in such black and white lines, but I do understand how hard it is to be a woman, locked into some things in your life that you didn’t “just bring on yourself with your own bad decisions”, constantly judged and found wanting, looking around at everyone else around them and wondering, what the hell is wrong with me that I’m finding this life so hard to live? I feel so alone all the time.

I can’t march in crowds of people because I’m afraid to be around a lot of people (hypervigilance from PTSD from being molested so long), so I’m glad they marched for me. I am locked in a struggle to believe my voice should be heard, so I applaud others who can be that voice for me. I pray earnestly daily to help me push back the fears that keep me locked in poverty, self-hate, and hopelessness. I appreciate others acknowledging this kind of struggle.

What is a life worth if it is lived without empathy? Maybe every concern or birdcause doesn’t pertain to your own life, and for that, we should all be thankful; but it does mean something to someone else. If we lose the ability to stop for a moment and wonder what could make a person do something we so disagree with, but instead close up ourselves from any dissenting voices that do not tickle our own ears, where will that leave the Christian mission to bring people to Christ? He didn’t tell us, go out there and just gather the Republicans, or the Democrats, or the Pro-Lifers, or any other specific group. He told us to love one another, not broadcast salvation assumptions of people who disagree with you on Facebook. He did not tell us to call each other out. I too have been so guilty of this. I was wrong. I’m sorry. Jesus has the right to pass judgement; anyone else doing it is wrong.

I can see easily how much more of a ruin my life would have been had the Lord not reached down and guided me from so much darkness. Even now, when I still grapple with the long-term effects of being molested, my joy always comes from the knowledge that one day, I will stand before the Lord, away from all these fears, this broken and evil flesh, and psychological wounds, and I hope to hear Him say, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.” That is what is most important to me. I believe He allowed me to experience this horrific thing that has affected my whole life so tremendously so that I would be able to offer up hope to someone else who needs it. I praise Him for His wisdom.

Bird's Patched Up Heart These Days...
Bird’s Patched Up Heart These Days…
Maybe this wasn’t YOUR march, and maybe you don’t agree with some of the reasons other people did find it their march. I only ask, did you stop and try to empathize before you plastered your derision and judgments about everyone else who disagree with you, first? It is time for us to remember to think first, type second, especially if you are professing to be a Christian. Don’t forget, our mission is a heavenly one.

~ Bird