SB no.1 - No Worries

I don't wanna deny people certain rights, but I don't want my rights to disagree denied either.

What may be the final voting on this movement is happening right now as I write. I have grasped a peace about it. Even if it does pass, which it probably will, being out of the voters' hands, we are gonna be okay. 

While American laws and values used to reflect Biblical law, more and more this is just no longer the case. This is our opportunity as Bible-believing Christians to practice what we preach, by living our lives not by worldly standards but by God's standards. Living by faith. Although it seems in vain that so many testified these last few days, the Bible reminds us that standing on God's Truth is never in vain. We do what we think Jesus would do and we trust the outcome is part of His plan, whatever it may be. My prayer is that the righteousness of His people will preserve Hawai'i, and even this country.

I don't doubt that one day every state will recognize same-sex marriage. It is the will of this worldly world. I say praise God that their definitions and laws don't change a letter of God's Truth. It may affect our jobs. It may affect our friendships. It may affect our schools. We'll have to make adjustments for sure. But it will not change our faith, unless we allow it to. Our hope is in Jesus, not people. 

Feeling Heavy

Today was eventful to say the least. A murder-suicide hits too close to home. Then our state's senate began a special session which infringes on the rights of many while granting "equal" rights to the LGBT community (SB1). I guess I'm not feeling safe on a number of levels tonight as I try to fall asleep. I've always known I'd be bearing and raising children in a world that's far from Pleasantville. There's a false sense of safety we adopt as we turn blind eyes from the evil around us. As we avoid the "bad" neighborhoods and lock our doors at night. 

Even as we attempt to censor what hits our children's senses, we cannot make sense of the stench of this world's insensitivity to our ideals.

And they don't want our 2-cents. We weren't offered a ballot, but a minute on a microphone. A mic that was passionately pleaded into to no avail. Truly our state will suffer as their haste subscribes us all to culture of reverse discrimination. I didn't sign up for this. Native Hawaiians didn't sign up for this. The church didn't sign up for this. 

This special session is wrong on so many levels. I can only continue to pray and trust that God is in control. This presents such a unique opportunity to grow in love and find new ways to demonstrate WWJD. Get ready for growing pains!

As for the gun shots only 3 floors away from me...it breaks my heart. It breaks my heart that someone needed help but couldn't see a way out aside from a pistol. My heart breaks for the family that lost a daughter/sister/niece/friend. And a  man without the will to live is being healed at the hospital so he can be sent to jail. I hope he meets Jesus in his time left on Earth. It breaks my heart to relive the fear as those shots rang out, and my son startled from sleep screaming for a hug. It breaks my heart that my false sense of safety between concrete walls has been uncloaked, and my Pleasantville defaced.

Thankfully I don't live in a place where guns are heard frequently. And I am still thankful for those concrete walls. Thankfully I listened to Joyce Meyer talk about being a prisoner of Hope this morning; God knew I'd need it. Thankfully I can be thankful through all of this. And I have Jesus to thank for that.

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