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Keep Voting For Spunky!

Most of you have probably seen this already but we're at the end of the "campaign" and the strongest effort is needed now:

This is the time of year for the annual Wizbang Blog Awards (think the Oscars for blogs). This year, Spunky (a.k.a. Mrs. Braun, a homeschooling mom from Michigan) has been nominated in the Best Educational blog category. She is currently trailing her two primary competitors—one a Ivy league news, gossip, and sex blog, and the other, a professor at Penn State—by 200 votes.

This wouldn't be so bad by itself—homeschoolers can accept defeat graciously—but both of these blogs, besides being exceedingly secular, are also exceedingly elitist. They seem to have a built in disdain for homeschoolers. A sampling of comments from their blogs:

The important thing is that IvyGate and I crush the homeschoolers."

"Homeschoolers suck!"

"And seriously, we do need to beat the cr*p out of those homeschool freaks."

For all these reasons, I'd like to encourage all of you to get behind SpunkyHomeschool and help vote her to victory. You are allowed to vote once a day (from every available computer) until the end of December 15th. For more information, click here. You can also visit The Rebelution blog for updates.

To vote for SpunkyHomeschool, click here.

Spunky has a tight lead, keep voting to keep her there!!!!

My Hard Thing

My previous post probably left most of you wondering what the point was.

Simply put I was indirectly stating my “Hard Thing”.

My family recently joined a baptist church and upon doing that, I was thrown out of my comfort zone. Affiliating ourselves with the church is not in and of itself hard. The ramifications of that decision, however, is what has turned into my seemingly impossible “hard thing”.

For the first time four weeks ago, I found myself doing something I had been told would never happen. I was in a classroom with about one hundred youths ages 12 to 18. each week, chatter about their latest boyfriend, and last night's football game escalates to an almost intolerable level. I had been told to be there to give a different view and in a sense regenerate the culture. I wasn't ready, but I went anyway.

“But I listened when You said to go
And I set out in spite of my fears
About truth mixed with my imperfection
And the question of what to say when I got here... What should I tell them when
They're thirsty Lord
My cup is empty Lord
Come and lead me here in this place
Cuz I'm honest, yeah, but I'm unprepared
And I'm just plain afraid ”(emphasis mine)

Those verses from “What Should I Tell Them” sums up what I've been facing. The difference is they're not thirsty and my cup isn't quite empty.

The discussions held in the small groups are mere milk, yet no one yearns for more.

I offer meat as often as possible, yet my voice is constantly drowned out – often times glossed over or laughed at. My attempts at trying to show a different angle are blocked at every turn, I seemingly fail each time.

Failure – the thing that scares me more than apathy, a democrat controlled congress, and “normal” guys combined; The one thing that can make me cry every time it strikes. Yet, I seem to repeat it every Sunday morning when my attempts to speak are blocked.

Out side the small group I am drowned out by the chatter and cliques that have been formed. There's no way to jump into a conversation, they seem to speak in Greek.

My Hard thing is two-fold: 1. the constant reminder of blocked attempts and 2. trying to get through the barrier.

My hard thing cannot and will not overcome me, I need to overcome it. My hard thing cannot remain impossible, at some point a hole will be made in it's impervious structure, and it shall be overcome.

"Should I Tell Them?"

"Should I tell them?"
by Shaun Groves:

Walking with you is not without hazards
Trippings this traveler's curse
Price paid for falling is more than my stumble
In a world that is watching and waiting for words

But I listened when You said to go
And I set out in spite of my fears
About truth mixed with my imperfection
And the question of what to say when I got here

And now that I'm here
Should I tell them that
You are the one who has made me
And saved me and set up a home there inside
Should I tell them that I am a perfect example
Of all You can do with a life.
What should I say to them?
What if I'm failing them?
What should I tell them tonight?

Now don't get me wrong
I'm thankful to be here
With this song to sing and a spotlight on me,
But lately I'm wondering if you are mistaken,
If you're seeing all of me there is to see.

Cause on every face I detect
The same questions I've posed to you
Like do you speak through the imperfect
Are we too dirty for your light to get through?
I want your light to get through.

What should I tell them when
They're thirsty Lord
My cup is empty Lord
Come and lead me here in this place
Cuz I'm honest, yeah, but I'm unprepared
And I'm just plain afraid

Be Thankful!

Be Thankful

As Americans we have a lot to be thankful for. Some people forget the meaning of thanksgiving, and overlook the things they're thankful for. Sometimes the simplest things in life are the most overlooked, yet are the most important. So here is the list of what I'm thankful for:

Christ, for without Him, I wouldn't be here.

My Family – They have had to put up with more of my antics than anyone and love me anyway.

My friends – few and far between, most times out of State. They'll fight for me or die trying. I appreciate and thank God for each and every one of them!

The United States military and the price they have paid to give us the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave!

May we never forget this precious gift.

These are a few of the things I'm thankful for. The question is: what are YOU thankful for?

A Poem

My mom forwarded this poem to me from my grandma. I have no idea who wrote it, but it's a great reminder.

~Let us Never Forget~


The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the
snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my
child. "What are you doing?" I asked without
fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your
sleeve, You should be at home on a cold
Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in
drifts. To the window that danced with a
warm fire's light, Then he sighed and he said
"Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm
here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm
proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "that's a Christmas 'Gram
always remembers." My dad stood his watch
in the jungles of 'Nam', And now it is my turn
and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in
more than a while, But my wife sends me
pictures, he's sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from
his bag, The red, white, and blue ... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home. I
can stand at my post through the rain and the
sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."

"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a
feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

Final Election Update (10)

Last night we went to bed wondering what the final out come would be in the United States Congress. This morning, we woke up with the democrats in control and new Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi. The Senate has been reported to be in the democrat's hands as well. Although I believe we are still waiting for the official results.

Defense Secretary Rumsfeld has also resigned today. The Press conference that the President had today was rough as well.

This was a bad day for conservatives, however , it's not the end of the world...Yet. Just because we lost congress does not mean that we can no longer make a difference. In fact, now more than ever is the time we need to get involved. We also need to remember that the key to changing our Nation lies in 2nd Chronicles 7:14.

Election Update 9

We're back with more results. The candidate I've been working for since august lost.

Corker is still in the lead in Tennessee.

Maine is still in Snowe's hands.

There are mixed reports of the Virginia race.

Maryland:
MD - U.S. Senate
69% Precincts Reporting

	Ben Cardin	Democrat	540,676 (53%)
	Michael Steele	Republican	473,048 (46%)
	Kevin Zeese	Green	16,021 (2%)
Click Here for Race Analysis and Latest Polls

South Dakota is still leaning against the refferrendum:

SD - Bans all abortions unless one is needed to prevent the death of the mother
59% Precincts Reporting

	No	-	98,182 (55%)
	Yes	-	79,444 (45%)

Kyl is still leading in Arizona:

AZ - U.S. Senate
77% Precincts Reporting

	Jon Kyl (i)	Republican	402,955 (52%)
	Jim Pederson	Democrat	351,190 (45%)
	Richard Mack	Libertarian	25,547 (3%)