God Thinks I’m Beautiful, Will That Hold Up In Court?

November 16, 2012

So . . . a television news program just told of a proud new daddy who video taped his wife throughout her pregnancy and completed the video with a closeup of his new child.  It was a touching video showing a father’s love.

They followed this story with one of a man who took one look at his newborn daughter, and grew so angry, he filed suit against his wife for having an UGLY child.  He, it seems, got even more angry that her appearance as he knew it was not natural.  It seems she’d had plastic surgery before meeting him in order to improve her looks.  He  took her to court and was awarded a six figure settlement, the story reported, which his wife must pay in retribution for giving birth to such an UGLY BABY.

Guys, I’m not pretty either.  I’ve never been pretty.  I’ve been reminded of it daily through my entire life.  Now, I say this solely because I’ve been told so.  “Hey ugly” is a phrase I’m very familiar with.  Do you know what? Neither my identity nor anyone else’s is defined by society.  I’m a Christian and a much-loved child of the King of Kings.  God created me exactly as I truly am.  He knows me as His beautiful child.  He doesn’t make mistakes.  I’m not a reject, this new baby isn’t, and none of you are either.  It is high time we looked for what’s real and stopped being thrown off course by society’s blindness!  You want to change the world?  Try taking a good look at it!   There’s beauty out there that some people have never and may never see!  Take a leap of faith and see it for yourself!

Why Didn’t My Ancestors Smile More?

September 16, 2011

I love looking at old photographs just as I always loved listening to the stories my late father told me.  Thinking about my parents as I look at the tattered pictures that represent a past I know so little about, I can’t help but wonder how my happy and laughing parents, and thus I as well,  could come from such somber-faced lineage. 

In my Mom’s case there seemed few if any children in the many photographs.  Mom even now so late in life finds reasons to giggle.  I think perhaps she was just what they needed to break free.  In my late father’s family it was quite a different story.

 My Dad was my hero.  To this day if you ask me I’ll insist that he knew everything and could fix anything from a broken doll to my broken heart and it brings tears to my eyes even now when I realize that he’s not in the next town or the next room with his arms out ready to hug me and “fix it.”  He always could. 

 My Dad didn’t learn those things in school, though, because he wasn’t able to go to school but for a very few years.  He was tall for his age and strong.  He was needed to use that streangth and height to help support his family.  You see, the polio epidemic came to the country town he grew up in and nearly took his only brother and his Dad, my Grandfather.  Grampy was so young then and no longer able to work.  My Dad needed to work and help support his family at a time when he should have been grumbling about homework and playing ball or riding his bike.  He didn’t complain.  I wasn’t there but I knew my Dad.  I’m sure I’m right in saying he didn’t complain.

My Dad rarely complained.  He also rarely had any extra money.  There was always another bill to pay with every dollar he could earn.  With just an elementary education, though, he learned more than many with 16 years or more of classroom time.  How?  Because when he was with a person, he was interested in that person.  He focused on the person.  He cared.  Everyone he met was his “pal.”  I so ofteen heard him saying “hi pal!”  He met people down and out and people who were “big” name folks and they all were greeted that way.  They all loved him and called him “hero” just as I still do. 

He often spoke of the things he learned from these people.  He learned “simple” things, in his own opinion.  He could build a house, fix the plumbing, make a lamp, install a telephone when it wasn’t simply a wireless device.  He could fix breakfast or a broken baby doll.  Anyone who needed something fixed and was baffled knew they could call on him.  He’d fix it.  He’d always know just what to do.  He always smiled.  Those old family photographs betrayed how challenging life was “in those days” but not the ones with my Dad in them.   He always had a smile, a laugh, an outstretched hand. 

Funny, he would say he didn’t know much and that he learned from everyone around him.  I think he had it wrong and I know they’d all agree.  I believe they learned far more from Dad than he ever learned from them, and Dad met every challenge with a smile!

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