The Male Perspective
Diversity Reform USA is proud to announce that we have reserved this section "For Men Only." Yes, this organization says "okay" to separation of men and women.
We welcome articles from a "man's perspective" on any political issue of the day. Men do see things differently than women. So isn't it time to hear from the men? Please submit your article, or perhaps a friend's who is not on line, to georgianapreskar@yahoo.com., for posting.
Everyday Miracles-January 2, 2010
Michael Ziegler
In the midst of the myriad activities of daily life, some people react to forces that are beyond their control as if they were the very force itself. These folks dance to the rise and fall of rhythms they have always known without ever stopping to consider Who is really calling the tune. Other dances of cause and effect are seen as events beyond their control. By casting themselves as "masters of their own destiny" they manage to avoid facing some of the inescapable circumstances of life. These portrayals exude confidence and self-assuredness, walking with head held high and shoulders back . . .very much "in control". If there is discussion of matters over which they truly have no control, they will speak in terms of having triumphed over them . . . wrinkles become "character lines"; eating becomes "dining".
For example: Human beings are conceived through the union of male and female, carried more-or-less to term, and delivered by one of two methods. The clearly intended method is by Divine Design, while the other is accomplished through calculated violence. Parents have indirect involvement in conception, development, and delivery. Their actual participation is limited to the placement of elements already "made" and sustained by their Creator. Yet, how many parents, or potential parents, are willing to recognize these facts and make the conscious connection that should naturally follow. Their most direct participation begins following the child's delivery, with the care, nurturing, and "raising" of the child on his/her journey to maturity.
Yet, sadly, so many children are inconvenient to the modern lives of parents, and so the raising of their little bundle of joy is "outsourced" so they can get on with the business of living uninterrupted. Even though the event is sometimes referred to as the "miracle" of childbirth, most people are unwilling to see it as anything more than something to be congratulated as a rite of passage, even when that “miracle” is ever-so-gently-and-carefully presented into their arms. These folks might even refer to the arrival of a newborn as "a blessed event", but a “miracle?”. . . no. This is because conception and childbirth are more than just “within the realm of possibility“, having occurred some tens of billions of times since it was ordained long ago.
There are MANY other processes, which must take place in order that both physical and mental development may occur, so that growth and maturity into adulthood will result. We claim to have some decision making power over at least some of these, but we may only defer them for a time. We may resist the others, giving the impression that we are in control by "choosing" to address these issues at our discretion. Among those "other processes" are;
-We must sleep roughly one-third of our lives to preserve our physical, mental, and emotional health.
-We must have the energy and sustenance that food provides to maintain our physical, mental, and emotional health.
-We must eliminate waste periodically to be healthy and happy.
-We must move our bodies to maintain our ability to continue to do so, otherwise our muscles atrophy and waste away.
-We will grow old no matter how hard we may resist, whether we like it or not.
-Eventually we die.
From this viewpoint it is often difficult for us to see the forest through the trees. But, if we stop for just a moment and step back to catch a glimpse of the "bigger picture", we may be able to ignore, but can we continue to deny the evidence of the miraculous that touches what has become what seems to us as anything but miraculous "everyday life"? Put a seed into the earth, and with the simple addition of a little water and sunshine, it will bring forth fruit in due season. Accident?
Go to bed and close your eyes, and soon you will fall asleep. The next thing you know you will awaken to a new day (or your alarm clock; whichever comes first). Accident?
Cut your finger, break your arm, sprain your ankle, burn your thumb; a little time and a little attention will find your injury healed as good as new (NOT your Doctor, and NOT that purple capsule they claim “heals“ erosions in the esophagus . . . Medicines reduce or eliminate pathogens, and/or bring about the conditions under which the healing that GOD programmed into our bodies loooong ago can occur!). Accident?
There are forty-four muscles in the human face which, when moving in various combinations orchestrated by emotion and thought for the communication of thought or mood, create expressions that we have come to associate with the very thoughts and emotions the configuration of their movements convey. Accident?
The sun shines upon the ocean, causing the evaporation of waters, which gathers in what call clouds. The clouds are carried by the winds onto and over land where their moisture is released upon the earth in the form of rain. Rain and photosynthesis help plants, grasses, and trees to grow, which release oxygen into the atmosphere, which human beings must breathe in order to survive, while the resulting plants and fruits provide life-sustaining food which must be eaten by human beings in order to sustain life. Accident? Are all these events accidental? I think not . . . AND THE LIST GOES ON ! ! !
God is speaking more clearly through all these things than if He was shouting in our ears. Are some too proud to acknowledge Him? Which gift has any of us to be proud of that is really "of ourselves" and not the gift of the Creator? In light of these "accidents" many of the things we think of as everyday events take on the invisible glow of the MIRACULOUS . . .
A Dad and His Daughter-February 20, 09
Terry McDermott
Sacramento "40 Days For Life"
mcdermoj@csus.edu
What does it take to be a man?
Embrace your child and take her hand.
This was not how it was suppose to be,
and you say, "The world's closing in on me."
Maybe this was not your plan,
but the time has come to understand.
Your legacy can live forever,
but to abortion you must say, "Never!"
Put your fear on the shelf,
and look beyond yourself.
Look past today and lift up a prayer,
God will help you if you dare.
He rides the wings of prayer,
and offers you a love that is so rare.
Go deep inside to the steps of your soul,
and ask the Lord to make you whole.
Ask for wisdom so you won't believe the lies,
with abortion more than one heart dies.
For your little girl you need to choose life,
and you will avoid years of strife.
Adoption is an alternate way,
but that can wait for another day.
This is not the time to defend your fort,
but to provide her mother with unwavering support.
For courage and strength just ask the Lord,
stand up for life and great is your reward.
At about three weeks her little heart will beat,
a godly, awesome, incredible feat.
Before long she will be kicking soccer balls,
and maybe skin a knee when she falls.
And the memory will never be hazy,
when your little angel picks her first daisy.
Leaving a cookie and milk for Santa Claus,
will touch your heart and give you pause.
Mixed emotions of pain and joy,
when you see her kiss her first boy.
When this young woman you give away,
you will never, ever forget that day.
In your heart she'll be simply the best,
better than all the rest.
She will be the clay and you will be her potter,
eternally special, a dad and his daughter.
2/5/09 Thoughts on Life, Death, and Diversity From a Sidewalk Counselor
Art Derby
*Congratulations to Art Derby for the first Male Perspective article. It's a wonderful read.
IRONY. Noun. Figure of speech in which the literal meaning is the opposite of the intended meaning. (New Webster's Dictionary)
The diversity of God's creation is a miracle. But every Thursday in Roseville, the killing center does its best to stamp it out.
Bud starts the morning off with prayer in front of the abortion clinic. And my wife of 43 years, Kim, always prays that I won't lose my temper during my watch.
In the seemingly insignificant, typical suburban office complex, there are all sorts of diverse people, driving in to work each morning to help people with their taxes, fix their teeth, kill their babies. One morning, a light rain was falling for which Bud thanked the Lord. We can certainly use the water. He commented that the rain falls on the just and the unjust. Because the rain still had a slight winter chill, I accepted the Dentist's offer of coffee with cream, pretty tasty in the morning drizzle.
My thoughts wander as I sip the brew, remembering what the Lord said about he who offers a cup is with Me. This caused me to glance into the office of the CPA, who instead of offering coffee forced us to move out of the parking lot in front of the abortuary and out onto the street. (He who is against us is against Me.)
About that time some guy in his new SUV slowed almost to a stop on busy Sunrise Avenue and hollered, "Get a life." I thought, hey, that's what it's all about. I noticed that he was enjoying his nice hot cup of coffee too.
Funny to watch all the women drive by at 40 miles an hour in the rain as they put on their make up and never make eye contact with us or our pictures 'of the truth. And, since the government never has enough money, I heard that the City of Roseville is going to try and make more by giving tickets to people putting on makeup while driving, using their cell phone, California stops, etc. etc. etc.
Sometimes I also amuse myself by counting the number of middle fingers vs. thumbs up. I chuckle when I remember that Bruce from Placerville pays his kid a buck for every "bird." Hey, that kid will get to go to private college. No government schools for him! A few minutes before my shift was to be over, some guy rolled down his window and screamed "you f*&%$*" at me.
Now that's kind of personal. I was glad my wife had prayed for me. As the loyal Catholics started to show up after their morning mass, my shift was over. As I walked back to my car, I reflected on how the Church has Her head in the sand and is hiding behind the skirts of "diversity." Pretty easy to figure out, diversity relates to biology. Jesus said that those who aren't with Me are against Me. God created the world with a vastness of diversity, which we embrace and celebrate.
That is why he created all humans equal. It's just too ironic that the message of diversity doesn't include the unborn.