by Donna Calvin
Last night, May 25, 2011, on TV, “American Idol” played its season finale. Wow, oh my gosh, oh gee! Could we hear a measure from the “ Hallelujah Chorus!” We have a brand new “American Idol”!
Do you think God is all excited?
The people who keep slopping at the Kool-Aid trough think this is the greatest thing since sliced bread.
Well, the ones who spent their money on long distance phone calls to vote for their “American Idol”, are not for the most part old enough to know there wasn’t a time when we didn’t have sliced bread. The porn king of bunnies, Hugh Hefner, was born four years before there was sliced bread, but the dumbed-down, typical air-head that watches “American Idol” thinks that not only have we just elected a new “American Idol,” who is the top of the tops, they think that Hugh Hefner is the grantor the First Amendment (for the air-heads, that’s Free Speech, kiddies).
But all of this, American Idol, porn, and most of the nonsense on TV today is worthless. It has no redeeming qualities!
Jesus Christ is the redeemer. He alone can save you from the eternal flames of hell.
The Ten Commandments, now banned in public government sewage systems (that’s the public government school you attended) are what should be honored in your living room, your family room, your bedroom, your kitchen, you know all those places where you have multiple TV sets.
If you had the Ten Commandments displayed you’d know that the first two are very explicit concerning idols.
All ten of the Commandments are stated clearly in Exodus 20:2–17 and repeated in Deuteronomy 5:6–21, but for this post, I will focus on the first two, the two about idols. The words of God about idols are located in the first six verses of the King James Version of the Holy Bible! You might want to read it sometime. There is likely one located somewhere in your house. Most people have one somewhere, they just don’t bother to read or study it.
And now hear and listen to the powerful and truthful Word of God, but you’ll first need to know that an other god, a graven image, or any likeness of any thing is an idol.
“And God spake all these words, saying, I am the LORD thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. Thou shalt have no other gods before me. Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth: Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the LORD thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me; And shewing mercy unto thousands of them that love me, and keep my commandments.”
So how does God’s Word measure up to the worthless TV “American Idol” from last night’s worthless TV “American Idol” program?
Do you think God is as excited about the newest “American Idol” as you are?
WATCHWOMAN’S SHOCKER! Remember the song from 1966, “Are you a boy or are you a girl?” Well, in 2011, we’re really living that song!!! You’re going to be stunned by the story that follows this silly song, but has become real life in the 21st Century! Just in case you forgot the song or are too young to recall it, or maybe never even heard it, here it is, and then one of the most astounding stories I have ever read! Just when you thought you heard it all, a whole new idiot springs up to totally knock your socks off! ▬ Donna Calvin
Parents keep child’s gender under wraps
When many couples have a baby, they send out an email to family and friends that fills them in on the key details: name, gender, birth weight, that sort of thing. (You know the drill: “Both Mom and little Ethan are doing great!”)
But the email sent recently by Kathy Witterick and David Stocker of Toronto, Canada to announce the birth of their baby, Storm, was missing one important piece of information. “We’ve decided not to share Storm’s sex for now–a tribute to freedom and choice in place of limitation, a stand up to what the world could become in Storm’s lifetime (a more progressive place? …),” it said.
That’s right. They’re not saying whether Storm is a boy or a girl.
There’s nothing ambiguous about the baby’s genitals. But as Stocker puts it: “If you really want to get to know someone, you don’t ask what’s between their legs.” So only the parents, their two other children (both boys), a close friend, and the two midwives who helped deliver the now 4-month-old baby know its gender. Even the grandparents have been left in the dark.
Stocker and Witterick say the decision gives Storm the freedom to choose who he or she wants to be. “What we noticed is that parents make so many choices for their children. It’s obnoxious,” adds Stocker, a teacher at an alternative school.
They say that kids receive messages from society that encourage them to fit into existing boxes, including with regard to gender. “We thought that if we delayed sharing that information, in this case hopefully, we might knock off a couple million of those messages by the time that Storm decides Storm would like to share,” says Witterick.
“In fact, in not telling the gender of my precious baby, I am saying to the world, ‘Please can you just let Storm discover for him/herself what s (he) wants to be?!.” she wrote in an email.
How did Stocker and Witterick decide to keep Storm’s gender under wraps? During Witterick’s pregnancy, her son Jazz was having “intense” experiences with his own gender. “I was feeling like I needed some good parenting skills to support him through that,” Witterick said.
Stocker came across a book from 1978, titled X: A Fabulous Child’s Story by Lois Gould. X is raised as neither a boy or girl, and grows up to be a happy and well-adjusted child.
“It became so compelling it was almost like, How could we not?” Witterick said.
The couple’s other two children, Jazz and Kio, haven’t escaped their parents’ unconventional approach to parenting. Though they’re only 5 and 2, they’re allowed to pick out their own clothes in the boys and girls sections of stores and decide whether to cut their hair or let it grow.