Life is Short

Every day I wake up I know that I am one day closer to heaven.  I was thinking the other day about how much time I have left on earth.  Obviously none of us knows how much time we really have, because we could die five minutes from now.  A coworker of mine for the past two years clocked out about six weeks ago and went home.  They found her the next morning. She had had a stroke, and nothing they did to help her worked. She died on February 21st.  She was my age.

But if I live a “normal lifespan” I have about 20-30 years left at the most.  And as I think about how brief that is, I examine my life and can only feel sadness at the enormity of the sin that I have committed in my life. I have served God, but not enough.  Not nearly enough. I feel like Oskar Schindler at the end of Schindler’s List and I know that I will always feel that way. 

Because I am a sinner. 

I choose to do what is wrong.  Every day I sin.  Every day I confess my sins to God, knowing that the next day I will be in the same position, confessing more sins to God, because I have a sin nature. 

Every person sins.  Every. Single. Person.  And it’s not just one sin that we do over and over, it’s a multitude of sins: gluttony, lust, greed, pride, hatred, anger, homosexuality, ignoring God, selfishness, laziness, dishonesty, etc…etc…etc…

My only consolation is that I am born again.  My sin weighs down on me like a thing that is very heavy, but I know with every fiber of my being that Jesus Christ, the Son of God, came to earth 2000 years ago and died on the cross to pay the penalty for ALL my sin and the sins of the whole world. 

Are you an angry person? Jesus died for you.  Are you a thief?  Jesus died for you.  Some people think that certain sinners (or should I just say humans) are lost forever and cannot be saved, but there is only one sin that you can commit that God cannot forgive:  rejecting Christ.  If you reject God and the forgiveness that He offers for ALL of your sins, then you cannot be saved from God’s wrath, and you will suffer for eternity in the lake of fire. 

I Corinthians 6:9-10 says, “Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived; neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor homosexuals, nor thieves, nor the covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers, will inherit the kingdom of God.” 

That’s a pretty hefty list.  And some people look at that list and say, “See?  There’s certain people who can’t be saved! They are lost forever! There’s no hope for them!”  But these people stopped reading too soon.  Because verse 11 says “Such were some of you; but you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and in the Spirit of our God.” 

See, Paul knew that there were people in the Corinthian church who were former drunks, former homosexuals, former adulterers, former idolaters, former thieves, etc.  But they were washed, they were sanctified. They repented of their sin and turned to God, and they were FORGIVEN! 

As long as you are breathing, it is never too late to repent of your rebellion against God and trust in Christ, no matter what sins you have committed. And once you trust in His sacrifice for you, then everything you say and do should start to come into alignment with what He wants for you. I have said it over and over:  Christians are not sinless, but we should sin less.

And now I start another day, praying to God that I will sin less today, and that He will use me to lead souls to Christ and to glorify Him.  What about you?  Do you know Christ? If so, are you living for Him or for your own selfish desires?  Trust in Christ for salvation, and then trust Him that He knows what is best for you, which includes reading the Bible and examining your life to see what doesn’t match up with what He wants for you. 

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COVID Vaccine

Vaccination is a very important tool in our arsenal of weapons to fight disease caused by viruses and bacteria. If it were not for widespread vaccination, millions would be sick, damaged, or dead from measles, polio, tetanus, diphtheria, etc…

And so I applaud the effort to produce a vaccine for COVID-19. But I have two glaring questions that I would like to have answered. If anybody out there knows the answers to these questions, I would really like to hear them.

1. Do people who already had COVID need to be vaccinated?

2. How long is the vaccine effective?

When someone already has had a certain disease, they don’t need to be vaccinated. They have what’s called “active immunity.” When I became a nurse they asked me if I had received the chicken pox vaccine. I said no, but I had chicken pox and got over it. And that was good enough. I contracted and subsequently recovered from COVID-19 in September. So I have antibodies for it, just like my body would produce if I got vaccinated. And if this is true, I’d really rather not get the vaccine, because every vaccine carries risks. The benefit of the vaccine usually outweighs the risk, but if you don’t need it, why risk it at all?

And I have been told that my naturally acquired active immunity may only last for 2-3 months. Well that’s a new one, because I’ve never heard of a virus that you defeat naturally that can attack you again successfully within a few months without some other disease process interfering with your immune system (like AIDS). I mean, yeah, over time your immunity can wane with certain diseases, requiring a booster shot, but that’s years. Tetanus is a good example of this.

So if all of that is true, then I would really like to know how long they expect the vaccine to be effective? If (as they say) the antibodies only last for 2-3 months, will we need to get this vaccine quarterly?

Also, there’s studies being done that show much longer immunity. There was a Portuguese study published last month showing that “90% of SARS-CoV-2–positive individuals had detectable antibodies from 40 days up to 7 months post-infection, with higher levels in patients with more severe disease.” Considering the fact that we only had large numbers of people who had recovered from COVID infection for about 7 months when the study was done, I’d say that the immunity probably lasts much longer.

This study concludes by saying, “Most people infected with SARS-CoV-2 will have protective immunity against circulating viruses for many months after initial infection, the authors conclude.” And that’s good news.

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Vote Counting

As we sit here we still don’t know who the next President is. And that’s fine. I know we all want to know because this result will affect us greatly for the next four years or longer. But they need to count the votes. As I look at the different maps showing how many votes each candidate has and how much percentage of the vote total is in, something occurred to me: there’s a better way. In my opinion, this is how the results from Presidential elections (and maybe all elections) should go:

  1. Hold the election. Have in-person voting on election day, require state-issued ID, and have each person sign on the line in a record confirming they voted (to prevent voting more than once).
  2. Require that ALL mail-in ballots be received before election day. If you want your vote to count, there’s no reason to mail it ON election day. Get it in at least a week early to be safe.
  3. Count the votes. At the close of the polls on election day, every single vote should have already been received. There should be a list of workers who will count the votes along with a registered representative from each of the two largest parties in the race (D & R usually) to keep everybody honest. As each precinct counts their votes and as the absentee counters do their work, they send the completed count to the Secretary of State for that state (or whoever is in charge of the voting in that state).
  4. This is the most important point. The Secretary of State does NOT release any vote totals until the counting is 100% complete. So we would literally have no idea who won that state until the counting was over.

    In this system, we would have a map that is completely blank of color, and then each Secretary of State would come to their podium or whatever, and announce that “Trump won Iowa” or “Biden won Oregon” or whatever. We do this in churches all the time. Many churches hold annual elections for deacon, treasurer, etc… This is almost always a three step process: Take the vote, count the vote, and announce the vote. I think this would be a better system for our country.
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My Dad

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For those of you who aren’t aware, my dad, who turned 70 a few weeks ago, passed away two days ago.  Yesterday was my sister’s wedding, so we were mostly trying to keep it low key, but she posted about it today so now I feel comfortable posting about it. 

My dad was not perfect.  He had many faults as anybody who had been cornered by him could tell you. Conversationally he was like a runaway train, and until about ten years ago we struggled to find ways to end conversations with him.  That was when he finally realized it and adopted the policy of “when someone says they need to go, I will let them go.”  So you would say, “Well I need to get going” and he would instantly say, “TalkToYouLaterBye” and hang up. Anything you wanted him to know would have to be said before that point.  

My dad was never wrong.  Well, almost.  He would stand by what he thought with the tenacity of a thing that is really tenacious, and take all comers.  Only once did I get him to admit he was wrong (it was about whether a curse word was in the dictionary. It was.  He had to buy me chocolate milk because I was right).  Sometimes he would do what most of us do and switch from defending HIS position to mocking yours.  That hurt.  Most of us developed kind of a “shell” so that when Dad was talking to us, we just nodded most of the time. 

My dad was abusive.  I don’t need to go into detail, and I’m sure some will get upset that I mentioned it, because you know, you don’t speak ill of the dead, but it’s a fact that my life would have been very different if my dad had made different behavioral choices in regards to his family.   But as I talked to my wife about this, God reminded me of Joseph (Genesis 37-50) from the Bible.  This man was horribly abused by his brothers, thrown into a pit, sold into slavery where no matter how good he was he was also abused by others, falsely accused and thrown into prison where he lived for several years.  When he finally talked with his brothers about what they had done, they thought he would punish them, but he said to them, “Do not be afraid, for am I in God’s place? As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good in order to bring about this present result, to preserve many people alive.”   God was able to use their sinful choices to bring about good things.  And as I think back, I realized that if my dad had made different choices instead of the ones that led to the breakup of our family, he probably never would have married my stepmom and had my three youngest siblings.  I would have a huge hole in my life because I love those four people.  God took my dad’s sin, and brought something beautiful out of it, just like with Joseph.  It doesn’t excuse what he did, but it does make me feel better about it.

My dad worked to send me to a good school when I lived with him.  He tried to instill good values in me, including a sense of responsibility and completing the work you have been given.  I remember one time when I was about 11 and he told me to feed the dogs before bed. I forgot. Evidently he got home and knew somehow that I hadn’t fed them. He came to my room, woke me up and told me to go feed the dogs. Five minutes later I hadn’t fed them, but had gone back to sleep, so he repeated the command.  I started to put my shirt on, so he left, and I fell back asleep. I have no memory of this because I was not actually conscious for any of that. All I knew was that I was peacefully sleeping, when suddenly I was covered with ice water that he had dumped on me to wake me up so I could do my job.  He was yelling at me, and I didn’t know why.  We laughed about it years later but I learned that completing your work is important, and you put others’ needs in front of your own. 

My dad contributed to my love of board games. I looked forward to those Friday nights when he would get home from work at the post office, and we would stay up playing Axis and Allies or Conquest of the Empire.  He taught me to play cribbage the hard way: by declaring “Muggins,” which meant that if I made a mistake, he profited from it in the game.  I got better faster that way.  He made me competitive, and I love to win, but by being good at games himself, I learned how to be a good winner and a good loser.  Usually.

My dad paid for me to learn to play the classical guitar, and it’s my fault, not his, that I’m not a professional.  He cultivated a love of history and the US Navy in me that I still have even though I never served. He enjoyed telling the story of when he “conned” (or was in charge of) a naval destroyer because he was fixing the rudder. I remember that when I was obsessed with planes he and my stepmom took me to see Top Gun in the theater, and it’s a good thing that the Navy recruiters in the lobby wouldn’t take 12 year olds, because I would have caught the first arrestor cable there.  I remember when he took me to a restaurant, just the two of us, for my 13th birthday and I informed him that my favorite plane was the F-15 Eagle, and so I wanted to join the USAF.  He joked, “Air Force?  I thought you LIKED being in this family!”  

My dad took me fishing, and he took me hunting.  He bought me a 410 shotgun which I was allowed to carry unloaded when I acted as the dog, flushing out the quail and pheasant for him.  Maybe this is why I still don’t like bird hunting: I was always the dog.  He taught me how to fool a squirrel, and how to clean them after they got fooled. After my father-in-law introduced me to deer hunting, my dad let me hunt deer on his 100 acre farm in Missouri, where I hunted almost every year for 20 years.  He told me I was doing him a favor because the deer were eating all the corn, and I said, “Dad, you have a hilly forest where nobody ever goes that practically touches the corn fields, there’s a pond way in the back, and a few private meadows…you don’t have a farm you have a deer preserve!”  I did my part, though, and he always listened to my stories about how I got each deer.  He used to tease me that if I hunted fairly I should just go out there with a knife and hide in a tree, waiting for the deer to walk underneath.  I said, “You first.” 

My dad was a writer, among other things. He loved to write, and I enjoyed reading some of the things he wrote. He instilled in me my love of reading, and I remember how sometimes my punishment for doing something wrong was that I wasn’t allowed to read for several hours, a day, or whatever.  Agony.  He had custom bookshelves built in his house that he filled with so many books. When other kids were collecting baseball cards, I remember that I saved up my money to buy a set of Time Life books (on planes, of course) that I wanted. Reading changed my life.

My dad was complicated. It’s hard to put into words how I feel about the fact that he’s not here anymore.  He has had early-onset Alzheimer’s-type dementia for the past several years, which was gradual at first and then got faster. He contracted COVID-19 a few weeks ago and the damage caused by the virus was too much for his body to overcome.  His greatest tool was his mind, and he had already lost most of it. I am thankful to God for my dad, because if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I woudn’t exist at all, come to think of it.  I miss my dad, but I also miss what might have been in our relationship.  I sincerely hope that his profession of faith in Jesus Christ was legitimate and he is now in the presence of the Lord, sinless and finally aware of how many times in his life he was wrong.  He had many faults, but at the end of the day, he was still

My dad.  

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