Some Viewers May Find This Content Disturbing


It’s hard to say what is most disturbing about the undercover videos exposing the practices of Planned Parenthood.

It’s disturbing to watch people eating lunch while discussing all of the babies they have killed and sold.

The sight of a baby’s arm in a dish with the rest of his remains is disturbing.

Lab technicians laughing about the bag full of babies they have from that day’s killings is disturbing.

And it’s disturbing to hear senators defend these practices because they are afraid that in a world without Planned Parenthood, people might not be able to find out if they have chlamydia.

But there is something else disturbing. It is much more subtle but equally disturbing as the evils that I have just mentioned. It’s the sentence that has appeared in every video that has been released so far.

Some viewers may find this content disturbing.

I wish that sentence could honestly say, Everyone will find this content disturbing.

But everyone won’t find the content disturbing.

Our president won’t find it disturbing because he thinks that it’s okay to partially deliver and child and then kill it.

Some of our nation’s senators won’t find it disturbing because they won’t even bother to watch it. Doing so would force them to come to grips with the evil they have pushed on us all.

Others won’t find it disturbing because their consciences are so seared that taking the life of a baby seems okay as long as it means not having to deal with that horrific inconvenience of carrying, delivering and raising, Gasp!, twins.

When our country is finally judged for this evil, and believe me, it will be, the millions of dead babies, some unborn and others who were born, will stand as evidence against Planned Parenthood’s thirst for blood (and fetal tissue).

But the so-called doctors at Planned Parenthood and the politicians in D.C. won’t be the only ones with blood on their hands. You see, for a tyrant to operate, he needs some help. And the American people have been more than willing to help. All they’ve had to do is nothing.

The apathy of the people is fuel for tyrants.

Unless the people at Planned Parenthood and the politicians who fund them repent, they will all stand before God as murderers.

And unless the people of this nation repent for doing nothing, they will stand before God, just as guilty.

The crime of Planned Parenthood is their disturbing actions toward children.

The crime of many Americans is the simple fact that they never were disturbed.

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How To Defeat The Demon That The United States Senate Cannot


We don’t know the name of the demon.

Sometimes the Bible shares that information with us. Like when Jesus asked a demon possessed man for his name and got the creepy response of, “My name is Legion, for we are many” (Mark 5:9).

But this time, we don’t get a name. Another nameless demon. The lack of a name didn’t make this demon any less evil. Like all the others, he was bent on destruction. This time, it was a child who he had his sights set on.

The child was mute. And he had seizures. Horrific seizures. Is there any other kind? The demon would make the child foam at the mouth. He would grind his teeth. His body would lock up. On more than one occasion, the seizures would happen near fire or large bodies of water leaving the child on the verge of drowning or burning.

The child had a demon.

But the demon had no name.

Just an agenda to destroy a child.

Thankfully, the child had a father.

The father wasn’t known for his theology. He didn’t have all of the answers. But he thought that he had found a group of men who could help him.

He was wrong. In spite of their best efforts, these men could not save the boy. All seemed lost. It appeared as though the demon living inside of this boy would be a very much unwanted member of the family.



And the demon with no name.

There was one last hope for the boy. Jesus. Jesus asked to see him.

Jesus didn’t say a word to the demon at first. All it took was the presence of Jesus to send him, and of course, the boy, into another one of those terrible seizures. As the child rolled around on the ground, foaming at the mouth, Jesus finally said something to the demon without a name.

“You mute and deaf spirit, I command you, come out of him and never enter him again.” Mark 9:25 (ESV).

The demon obeyed.

But no one was celebrating just yet. It appeared that the demon was able to get in one final death blow before leaving the boy. His small body was laying, lifeless, on the ground. Everyone assumed the worst.

Jesus grabbed the hand of the motionless boy.

The boy was alive.

He stood up, for the first time in years, free of the demon with no name.

We don’t know the name of that demon who was hell-bent on destroying this child. We just know that he didn’t enter the child again.

But that doesn’t mean that his kind went away.

We see him at work today, busy killing more children. Only this time, he has federal backing, the approval of the United States Senate and a nice respectable name to work with.

Planned Parenthood.

This demon has a name. But his end will still be the same.

After Jesus healed the child, his disciples came to him, confused.

“Why couldn’t we get the demon out of that boy?” They were no help when they tried. But at least they tried. Could you imagine what would happen if this distressed father had gone to the more progressive members of the United States Senate for help.

“We don’t understand the problem. Your boy only falls in the fire three percent of the time. And besides, think of all the other services this demon provides for your son.”

Jesus gave a direct answer for his inquisitive and confused disciples.

“This kind cannot be driven out by anything but prayer.”

When the history of Planned Parenthood is written, the organization will be remembered for having two very valuable friends. The first is the bloodthirsty United States government and the second is the apathetic American people who are more disturbed by the thought of losing free condoms than they are at babies being murdered and sold.

But Planned Parenthood will also be remembered for their three great enemies. Two of those enemies are natural. One is very much supernatural. In the natural, the sonogram and the hidden camera have worked beautifully together to prove that the practices of Planned Parenthood are anything but, “safe, legal and rare” and that an unborn child is obviously much, much more than a clump of cells.

There is another, more powerful enemy of the death industry in this country.


As Christians, we should keep fighting against abortion. We should watch and share the disturbing videos of Planned Parenthood workers treating babies like leftovers from one of their wine and salad meals. We should not give up holding our elected officials accountable, even when they have given up. Still, there are always those naysayers who say that it will never work. They tell us that Planned Parenthood can never be defeated. They were the first to tell us after Monday afternoon’s disappointing vote, “See, I told you so.”

I believe that Planned Parenthood can be defeated.

But it will take a much more powerful option than a Senator. Thankfully, Christians have one.

We have prayer.

It just might be that prayer is the only thing that will defeat this demon. If so, that’s okay. Because the One we pray to is infinitely more powerful than any demon Hell has to send our way. And make no mistake about it, the murder of babies is demonic. It is Satanism in its purest form. Just because someone wears a flag on his suit or says, “God bless America,” doesn’t mean that he can’t have a Legion or two pulling his strings behind the scenes.

But Jesus is greater than Legion.

Jesus is greater than that nameless demon who threw that little boy into the fire.

And Jesus is greater than that demon who is using the name of Planned Parenthood to legally throw more boys into more fires.

I can’t wait for the day when he commands this demon to leave our children alone.

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Telling It Like It Is Is Overrated


People who really like Donald Trump always say the same thing.

“I like Donald Trump because he tells it like it is.”

Good. But is telling it like it is really all the qualifications one needs to become president?

One time I was walking through a church when I noticed a teacher and what appeared to be a group of kindergartners standing out in the hallway. One of those kindergartners had his eyes locked on me the entire time that it took me to walk the 30 feet or so to where he and his classmates were standing. It was hard to ignore. I couldn’t just keep on walking while some kid was staring at me. What if he wanted my autograph?

I walked up to him, patted him on the head and said, “Hey, buddy.”

His eyes were still fixed on me.

Finally, he spoke.

“You’re ugly.”

That kid told it like it is. But, under no circumstances, do I want him to be our next president.

What we need is someone who can tell it like it is but in a nice, graceful way. Almost every woman at my childhood church is qualified to be our next president.

None of them ever told me that I was ugly. They just said, “Bless your heart.”

“Bless your heart,” is southern lady talk that is loosely interpreted as, “You’re a big idiot but I’m too nice and you’re too sorry for me to tell you.” Now that’s what I call grace.

Imagine how that would work out on the world stage.

Iran: “We would like for you to give us all of your weapons and allow us to make more powerful ones for ourselves. If not, we will blow up the sun, Cobra Commander style.”

President Sunday School Teacher Lady: “Bless your heart.”

Iran: “What is this heart you speak of? And why am I crying? Here, take our weapons.”

See how that works? No bombs. No sanctions. No Donald. Just a lady saying, “Bless your heart.” And sometimes, the really good ones don’t even have to say the phrase. They can just make the Bless Your Heart Face. When done properly, it is just as effective at crushing overly-confident men.

Trust me on this.

I see that face almost every time I try to use the self-checkout line at Wal-Mart.

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Back To School Fears


This is a weird time of year. Some people are really happy. Others are bordering on depression.

School is starting back.

My wife loves school. She works at one. I think that secretly she wants to live inside of one.

I’m the opposite. I can’t prove it but I think that my blood pressure used to go up about 20 every morning when I walked through those double doors and into my school building. I’m all for education. It’s just that some of the most difficult moments of my life were spent in school buildings.

I shouldn’t say difficult. It’s not like I had to bust rocks. I just had to find x. And let’s be honest, what’s the difference really? I’m kidding, teachers! Sort of.

If you’re a lover of all things school, congratulations. Your Super Bowl is coming up. And while you are certainly free to continue reading, this post isn’t for you.

This post is for the students, teachers and parents who are on the verge of worrying a hole into their stomach because of what is waiting for them in just a few days. This if for the tragically average student. I’m writing this for the teacher who fights back tears whenever she thinks of all the fun she had with her family this summer while wishing that that season could somehow swallow up the other three. This is for the parent who is really nervous about loosening the grip on her child even more as another school year brings her baby one step closer to adulthood. This one goes out to the home school parents that are already overwhelmed before the year even starts.

Right now, you probably feel sort of like that lion-hunting dentist that everyone is mad at. Your time to come out of hiding is approaching. And you know that it’s not going to be pretty.

Take heart.

If you are a Christian, you are never alone.

Here are a few things to remember.

1. Trust Jesus when you are scared. 

Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice. Let your reasonableness be known to everyone. The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:4-7 (ESV)

Fear can consume you or it can be your friend. It consumes you when you believe its lies that the future really is hopeless. It is your friend when it is nothing more than a gentle reminder to pray to the One who is in control and taking care of you. This is best done through prayer.

Be honest in your prayers.

Tell your Father what scares you.

And then remember what Jesus is doing. He is protecting you by standing guard at your heart and mind.

2. Trust Jesus when you don’t understand what to do next, 

If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him. But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind. For that person must not suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways. James 1:5-8 (ESV)

There’s nothing like school to remind you that you’re not as smart and independent as you think you are. There are tests that seem designed for failure. And not just the written ones that students take with number 2 pencils. Parents and teachers face their share of difficult exams too. Instead of coming on white sheets of paper, these exams come at surprising moments in the speed of life.

Your lack of understanding can lead you to apathy, despair and depression. Or it can lead you to your Father in Heaven.

When you find yourself in a situation where you do not know what to do, and you will, ask God to show you. God never promised to give you all of the answers on a test or to fill you in on all of the things the kids are doing while you’re not looking. He has promised something better. He has promised to give you his wisdom. Just ask in faith. You’ll be glad that you did.

3. Remember why you are here.

So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God. 1 Corinthians 10:31 (ESV)

Your main, Divine objective is not an A in math. It is to glorify God.

You can get an A in math or raise an honor roll student or win teacher of the year and still miss the point. You were put here to glorify Jesus Christ.

Yes, it is possible to do well in school without glorifying Jesus.

However, it is impossible to fully glorify Jesus if you’re cheating, complaining or being lazy.

Maybe God didn’t design you to be scientist. That’s okay. But he did design you to glorify him. So, for the sake of Jesus Christ, do your best.

It’s Thursday.

But Monday is coming.

And this is a Monday that is perhaps more dreaded than any other.

Don’t let it be that way. Instead, know that you are not walking through those double doors and down those hallways alone.

The Sovereign Creator of the universe is with you.

And he has promised to see you through until the end.

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As The World Mourns: The Death Of Cecil The Lion


Cecil the Lion has been killed. And it was an American dentist who did it. I’ll wait here while you cope with that devastating news.

The reaction to Cecil’s passing may be more than you expect.

Some people want to hunt down the dentist with a bow and arrow, the same weapon used to kill Cecil. Piers Morgan really took it to a new level when describing his disgust for Dr. Walter Palmer, the dentist accused of killing Cecil, who was, you’ll remember, a lion.

“If convicted, Dr Palmer now faces a prison sentence, but captivity seems way too good for him. Instead, I’d like to introduce a new sport – Big Human Hunting. I will sell tickets for $50,000 to anyone who wants to come with me and track down fat, greedy, selfish, murderous businessmen like Dr Palmer in their natural habit. We’d lure him out with bait – in his case I suggest the fresh blood of one of his victims would be very effective as it seems to turn him on so much – and once lured, we would all take a bow and fire a few arrows into his limbs to render him incapable of movement. Then we’d calmly walk over, skin him alive, cut his head from his neck, and took [sic] a bunch of photos of us all grinning inanely at his quivering flesh.”

Forgive me if I don’t share the same outrage as Mr. Morgan and the rest of the world at the passing of what was apparently the world’s favorite lion.

Forgive me if I have a hard time getting worked up over one dentist who likes to hunt big animals.

I have nothing against lions, really. It’s all the hypocrisy and unbalanced outrage that troubles me.

On the same day I heard about Cecil the Lion, yet another video was released exposing Planned Parenthood’s practice of butchering babies and selling their parts for profit. If you haven’t seen the video yet, you should. But be warned.

You’ll find it very disturbing.

Well, unless you work for the federal government.

The video shows doctors looking at the remains of aborted babies and rating what’s left based on what kind of money it will bring.

Sadly, this is the new American way. Killing babies. Selling what’s left for profit. Forcing money from the pockets of American citizens at the point of a gun to keep the whole operation going. But, somehow, the lion hunter is greedy?

The killing and selling of babies is the real tragedy.

But you wouldn’t know it by watching our elected leaders.

President Obama has begun an investigation of the group trying to expose Planned Parenthood. He has said nothing about the practice of selling baby parts. He has however found the time to convince Africans that homosexuality is the hip new way to go and that he could win again if he ran for president. I’m sure the president is very upset about Cecil the Lion. We’re all eagerly awaiting him to address the nation or at least light up the White House with the image of a lion. But nothing from him about the babies. So far.

Please forgive me in advance.

Forgive me for being rude.

But that’s what I’ll be. I know myself too well. There’s just no hiding from it.

If you pass along an article to me or share a story with me about Cecil the Lion, I’m going to roll my eyes. I may laugh. I’ll probably say something I’ll later regret.

You see, Cecil at least had a name. That baby in a dish in some cold laboratory did not. Maybe Americans would be more aware of the inhumanity of Planned Parenthood if victims of the organization had names like Julie the Accident or Scott the Unwanted Clump of Cells with Really Nice Kidneys.

Cecil was able to grow to defend himself. The baby who was wanted less than the brain stem inside of his head was not. Talk all you want about the supposed inhumanity of a bow and arrow running through a lion. It’s just no comparison to an unborn child’s battle against a government funded doctor’s vacuum cleaner.

The people upset about Cecil’s death are worried about Jericho, the new lion at the top of the food chain in Cecil’s neighborhood. They’re afraid that he will kill Cecil’s cubs in order to establish his own dominance. They wonder what can be done to stop Jericho and the laws of nature. But what about Planned Parenthood, the predator at the top of the human food chain? Will anything be done to stop their thirst for blood, livers and cash?

There are a host of laws that were established to protect Cecil. But there aren’t too many laws established to protect the nameless child who was torn from his mother’s womb. At least not in this country.

It seems that while some in our country are progressive enough to talk all sorts of violence in regards to a lion hunter, they’re still just backwards enough to condone the use of violence on the weakest of their own species for a few extra bucks.

When stories like the one about Cecil the Lion break, there is always one response that you can count on. They call hunters cowards.

But what is the proper term for, ahem, doctors who kill babies and negotiate their remains with bidders?

The word coward isn’t appropriate.

The word monster is.

And that’s a word that fits the politicians who fund and condone such practices.

The only cowards when it comes to the murder and sale of babies in our country are the ones who say nothing about it while stroking their self-righteous anger over the death of a lion.

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The Worst Thing God Could Do To You


What is the worst thing that God could do to you?

Give you cancer?

Make you go through a bankruptcy?

Send you a letter from the IRS?

Here’s another question. Imagine how your life would look if God gave you everything you ever wanted.

You would be wildly popular. And fit. And rich.

And dead.

And maybe even in hell.

Hell, in case you are unaware, is one of only two places where popularity, fitness and wealth do not matter.

The worst thing that God could possibly ever do to you is to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Take a moment to think about all of the bad things that have happened to you. Think about all of the bad things that have happened to family and friends that you would rather have had happen to you.

The endless nights in tiny ICU waiting rooms.

Speaking to the long line of well-meaning friends when you would really rather just be speaking to the person in the casket behind you.

The rejection.

The failure.

The heartache.

Think about all of those moments from your life. Now, think about where you would be without those moments. It’s not as pretty as you might think.

This is the part where I’m supposed to say something about your Fight Song or about whatever doesn’t kill you will make you stronger.

I’m not.

The message of the Bible is not whatever doesn’t kill you will make you stronger.

Instead, the Bible tells us that whatever tries to kill us reminds us of our weaknesses, not our strengths. And it tells us that sometimes what seems to make us stronger is what kills us (Proverbs 16:18). But it is in our weaknesses that we find a strength greater than we could ever possess.

The strength of Christ.

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Corinthians 12:9-10 (ESV)

And the strength of Christ is something that we will never know if we’re busy merely counting our blessings, pulling ourselves up by our boot straps or singing our Fight Song.

Christians are given a simple promise from God. It’s not a promise of a new Bentley on 26-inch rims with Slow-n-Low written on the top of the tinted windshield and a tag on the front bumper that reads #TrulyBlessed. His promise is much better than that.

His promise is his presence (Matthew 1:23; 28:20).

Sometimes it’s easy to recognize the presence of God. We can be reminded of it while we sit back and look at a beautiful sunset with our family at our side.

But, too often, we miss it. Our supposed strength tends to get in the way sometimes. Thankfully, the faithful presence of our good God is not confined to sunsets on the beach.

We can know his presence in the funeral home. We can know it in the ICU waiting room. We can know it in the actual ICU room.

If God always gave us everything that we ever wanted, we would all believe that terrible lie that we can make it on our own. God sometimes sends pain our way (2 Corinthians 12:7). But that pain is never an end in itself. And it is always grace. It is grace because it points us to a strength greater than our own and a Savior greater than our possessions.


The worst thing that God could ever do to you is to give you everything you ever wanted.

The best thing that God could ever do for you is to give you more of himself. To make you more aware of his loving, sovereign presence. To make you more like Jesus.


He is the beginning of our journey. He is the heart of our journey. And he is the objective of our journey.

Sometimes that journey will lead you through beautiful beaches.

Sometimes it will lead you through the ICU.

But God’s promise is always true.

You are never alone. Jesus is with you and his power if perfect in you.

I have no idea why some people have to walk a path through hospital waiting rooms while others spend their nights enjoying moonlit beaches. I’ve been in both places. And if I had it to do over again, I wouldn’t change either one.

That’s because the beach and the waiting room have something in common.

Jesus is in both places.

But sometimes he’s easier to recognize in the waiting room.

But now thus says the LORD,
he who created you, O Jacob,
he who formed you, O Israel:
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by name, you are mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you. Isaiah 43:1-2 (ESV)

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Psalm 51, Updated Edition

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Jesus was wrong. But just sometimes. Specifically when it comes to gay marriage. That’s what Brandon Ambrosino informed us of on Wednesday.

Who knew? The Church, and apparently Jesus, has gotten it wrong for all of these years. Thankfully, we have the Internet to help us.

Jesus never was wrong (John 14:6). Quite frequently, people are (see: Internet). And they’ll go to great lengths to make their wrongness feel right (see also: Internet, evening news, Washington D.C.). Even if it means rewriting the Bible or making their own little image of a god that is more approving of their lifestyle.

We’ve come a long way since David. You remember him, right? He sinned. He committed adultery, he abused his power and he killed a man in order to cover it all up. But rather than trying to build his identity around these sins or take his eraser and red pen to the Bible in an effort to feel better about his sin, David did something really countercultural.

He confessed his sin.

And he repented of it.

Followers of Jesus are different from everyone else. That difference doesn’t exist because we don’t sin and they do. No, what separates Christians from everyone else is what we do with our sin. Unbelievers, even the deeply religious ones, tend to build their house on their sin. It becomes the flag that they wave and the badge that they carry. Everyone else, including God, must deal accordingly.

Believers are different because they ask Jesus to tear down their house of sin. Daily. Our identity in Christ supersedes our sexual, racial or societal identity.

After being confronted with his sin, David didn’t sue Nathan the Prophet for daring to not mind his own business. No, David’s eyes were suddenly opened to the depth of his depravity.

For I know my transgressions,
and my sin is ever before me.
Against you, you only, have I sinned
and done what is evil in your sight,
so that you may be justified in your words
and blameless in your judgment.
Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity,
and in sin did my mother conceive me.
Behold, you delight in truth in the inward being,
and you teach me wisdom in the secret heart. Psalm 51:3-6 (ESV)

Sadly, today’s Psalmists sing a different song.

For I have no transgression, and my sin does not exist. God, since you are not concerned with justice and truth, you have no right to judge me. I was brought forth in iniquity. So that makes my so-called problem my parent’s fault. Or biology’s fault. Or yours. Anyone’s but mine. I delight in ignoring my inner being and I rely on the faulty wisdom of my own heart.

When David was made aware of the dangerous construction job going on in his heart, he asked God to destroy it.

Create in me a clean heart, O God,
and renew a right spirit within me.
Cast me not away from your presence,
and take not your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation,
and uphold me with a willing spirit. Psalm 51:10-12 (ESV)

But why bother with a new heart when the old one feels oh so right?

My heart is pure, O God, and my spirit is strong, wild and free. Cast me not away from my passions and take not ecstasy from me. Accept my conditions for salvation, and affirm me in my sin. 

All men are created in the image of God. But Brandon Ambrosino has created a god in his own image. A god who, as he puts it, “Might someday find himself being asked to create wine at a gay wedding.”

The Bible presents a very different picture of Jesus. And it’s not a Jesus who shows up to gay weddings to turn their water into wine. Instead, it is a Jesus who condemns homosexuality and any other sin with the wine of his wrath.

And another angel, a third, followed them, saying with a loud voice, “If anyone worships the beast and its image and receives a mark on his forehead or on his hand, he also will drink the wine of God’s wrath, poured full strength into the cup of his anger, and he will be tormented with fire and sulfur in the presence of the holy angels and in the presence of the Lamb. And the smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever, and they have no rest, day or night, these worshipers of the beast and its image, and whoever receives the mark of its name.” Revelation 14:9-11 (ESV)

It’s a dangerous business, changing the Bible and the God who wrote it in order to fit your desires. And it comes with eternal consequences.



The Terribly Offensive Truth About Our Monuments


Every American, it seems, is offended by something. It’s our new national pastime.

Each day, someone new wants to do something to Stone Mountain. Last week the Atlanta chapter of the NAACP announced that they wanted the image on the side of the mountain sandblasted off or somehow torn off and sold to the highest bidder.

This week, Michael Julian Bond, an Atlanta city councilman, has joined in on all the fun. He suggested that other famous Georgians should be added along with the image that is already there.

Some call the image of Davis, Lee and Jackson offensive. Others call it downright racist. One commenter who relocated to the south from the enlightened city of Chicago called it “backwards.”

Here’s the thing we forget about our monuments and statues. All of the men they honor are terribly flawed. All of them. Terribly.

Consider just one of those terribly flawed men.

He imprisoned thousands of citizens, clergy and journalists from his own country simply because they spoke out against his policies.

He censored communications between private citizens.

He used the military to interfere with elections.

He confiscated firearms from citizens.

He had a political opponent deported.

He said this. Read it very carefully.

“I have no purpose to introduce political and social equality between the white and black races. There is a physical difference between the two, which, in my judgment, will probably forever forbid their living together upon the footing of perfect equality; and inasmuch as it becomes a necessity that there must be a difference, I, as well as Judge Douglas, am in favor of the race to which I belong having the superior position. I have never said anything to the contrary.”

And, finally, you can ask any surviving members of the Santee Sioux Indians how they feel about this man and his monuments. But good luck finding any because he had a few hundred of them killed.

There appears to be quite a significant difference between Abraham Lincoln and good old Honest Abe that you learned about in school. Even still, I’m not expecting the Lincoln Memorial to be removed from Washington D.C. and sold to the highest bidder anytime soon.

Robert E. Lee was flawed. So was Honest Abe. So is your grandfather. You are too. And so am I.

Scratch deep enough through the bronze, clay, granite, plaster and mythology and, just as sure as the devil, you’ll find the dirt. It appears as though no human being can live up to the allegedly high standards we have set for our monuments.

Well, there is one human being worthy of such honor. One who lived his whole life without sin.

But we could never put up a monument devoted to him in front of the capital building.

It might offend someone.

For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. 2 Corinthians 5:21 (ESV)

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