Laying in bed thinking about stuff. You know, normal stuff I suppose. The stuff average people think about. The stuff most people have probably thought about since there have been thinky people.
A recap of my day.
A preview of tomorrow’s plans.
Things remembered. Things forgotten. The stuff of life. But in a hundred years no one will care, right? Right? Well, have you ever seen a hearse pulling a U-Haul? Probably not.
So if you’re reading my “Random Thoughts” post, may I temporarily arrest your thoughts?
Stop and think with me for a moment. What do you think about when you daydream? Upon what primary topics or themes does your thought life typically dwell? Where is most of your thought life, time, effort, energy, and resources directed?
Think about it carefully, for I submit to you that central primary “something” is your functional deity, your “god”.
If that “something”, that “god” is anything less than the Triune One true and living God of the Holy Bible then you’ve traded the truth for a lie, light for darkness, life for death, and eternal riches for eternal misery.
Think about it.
Cecil was aborted. C’est la vie. Palmer just went about things all wrong.
Palmer and his hunt team should have pinned Cecil down, fully conscious, and held his big furry head in a giant pair of forceps while the base of his skull was punctured with a pair of garden shears, and his brains were sucked out with a shop vac. Then they should have dismembered him and sold, er, “donated” his tissues to interested third parties.
Heck, I’d pay $50,000 to see that videotaped and put on YouTube. Then I’d dare the PC police to wax apoplectic.
The enviro-fascists need to explain why, on evolutionary terms, a higher level predator (the human Palmer) should have any compunction about killing a lower level predator (Cecil the lion).
What’s the source of their moral outrage? How do they ground moral pronouncements about anything at all? One random collection of matter in motion snuffs out another random collection of matter in motion – happens every day, and the universe spins on oblivious.
“The end of apologetics is evangelism and building up believers; not self-satisfaction or intellectual tyranny. I know from experience that this is hard to keep in sight sometimes—but it is critical to being a soldier in the Lord’s army, rather than a mercenary out for his own glory.”
“When sin or unbelief or poor teaching make it hard to see Jesus, believers can grow discouraged, become weak in faith, and may begin to despair.”