My sister drools, and she is almost 60 years old. She still wears diapers, she wrings her bony hands, and she sits all day in a wheelchair with greasy hair. Is she a sad excuse for a life or an important precious human being? It all depends on…

Who defines you?

I know a boy who is 4 foot 2. He will never make a sports team, he wears junior sizes while going to Senior High. Most girls in the hallway are taller and look down on only a cute but rather insignificant little boy. He will never be to them someone to adore and respect and look up to…will he? Is his life a tragedy or is there hope for him? It all depends on…

Who defines you?

I myself went to a top-notch high school: I was offered the best of teachers, a wide variety of classes to choose from, a diploma that was respected. I went to a private university, received a degree, and my course was charted for monetary success. Something strange happened on the road to wealth…I became a small town pastor. I now look at the friends I graduated with living in mansions, vacationing in Acapulco, and set for life. I still am a small town pastor. Did I waste my degree, am I on the losing end of the race to riches, or is serving God faithfully enough? It all depends on…

Who defines you?

Last consideration: What do we do with that pregnant woman, you know, the one who has been raped? Do we tell her that in order to forget the memory you need to eliminate the child? Does it matter that we are returning evil for evil, or that we are compounding the grief and shame that will more than likely be too much for any soul to bear? What do we think of that life in the womb? Is this the one exception, the one time, we can call a forming baby an unwanted and dirty tissue because it brings back too much pain? We can’t let a bad memory live, have it walking around, can we? Even if we kill the life, we will never kill the pain. It will never go away by trying to forget, ignoring it, or calling a life non-life just to have some moments peace. And what do we say about those thousands of people who are living right now that are the product of rape? Are they not important? Are they not valuable? Are they merely shadows and dust? It all depends on…

Who defines you?

Should I let my children’s friends define them? Should I let the bully be the one who labels my child forever? Stupid, dumb and idiot?

Should I let legislators and lawyers define my life and my sister’s life? Should I let that one loud angry woman who hates all men tell other women how they must think? It is a fetus, an inconvenience, a horrid little thing.

Should I let interest rates and golf courses determine success? A cabin on the lake is well worth it on the road to hell.

Who defines us anyway?

You must answer this! Here is mine:

“For God made man in his own image.” Genesis 9:5

“I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.” Psalm 139:14-16

(If you have love for all people check out the series ‘Conceived in Rape’ on Dr. James Dobson’s ‘Family Talk’)