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It was preternaturally quiet in my neighborhood last night, even more so that it was at the beginning of the Wuhan Pandemic lock-down. The month of May is usually when people around here start intermittent testing of whatever fireworks they can obtain in the run-up to Independence Day.

Only the occasion far off explosion and a couple of helicopters broke the general silence.

Yesterday was interesting. My church has been live-streaming Sunday service almost from the beginning of the lock-down. Then, a couple of weeks ago, my pastor decided that enough was enough and planned to open for regular service, albeit under the guidelines prescribed by the CDC.

This was decided before all the back and forth about whether California churches should be allowed to resume operations.

Allowed.

A sharply divided Supreme Court late Friday turned aside a church's urgent plea that California's coronavirus lockdown orders are putting an unconstitutional burden on religious freedom.

Chief Justice John Roberts sided with the court's liberals in rejecting a San Diego church's request for relief from Gov. Gavin Newsom's most recent directive limiting churches to 25% of their normal maximum capacity, with an absolute maximum of 100 people at any service.

Anyway, a week ago I had been thinking that there might be some push-back from local/state law enforcement when we again gathered together in the name of Jesus. I prayed about it, of course, and asked God that whatever happened, He would get the glory.

Immediately afterward the killing of George Floyd became news, spurring the subsequent national riots.

I haven’t checked to see which other California churches and other houses of worship conducted services this weekend, but ours did and there were more than 100 people there.

However, I’m going to guess that our local law enforcement entities might have had their hands too full to police up any worshipers of the deity of their choice. Coincidence? I don't believe in those.

We’ll see what happens next week.

In the meantime, there is protection to be had by any who ask. But there are conditions.

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Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Bravo Sierra and Paying Attention

Originally posted on February 12, 2019 at DaTechGuy Blog.

Earlier today [sic] I said this:

It was in reference to Senator Kamala Harris (D-CA) expounding on her experiences with weed, Tupac, Snoop, and time travel, but I consider it a timeless aphorism — especially when we’re talking about ideologues pandering to a desired constituency.

Unskilled pandering happens all the time with politicians from both parties, but I want to compare my observation to something Chelsea Clinton ran up the flagpole back in 2016 to see who was playing attention.

Chelsea Clinton, the daughter of pro-abortion [2016] presidential candidate Hillary Clinton, says she left the Baptist Church at the age of 6 because it has a strongly pro-life position opposing abortions.

Clinton made the comment at a recent fundraiser for Hillary Clinton in an attempt to address evangelicals who question her mother’s faith in God. She said she was upset when teachers in a Sunday School class talked about the wrongness of abortion.

“I find it quite insulting sometimes when people say to my mom, my dad or me . . . that they question our faith,’ said Chelsea. “I was raised in a Methodist church and I left the Baptist church before my dad did, because I didn’t know why they were talking to me about abortion when I was 6 in Sunday school — that’s a true story.”

Sure, Chelsea, sure you did.

It’s like this woman is an alien — and I don’t mean an illegal one – wearing a human suit.

I’m not even bothering with the ridiculous notion that being pro-abortion is in any way compatible with true Christianity of whatever denomination. I’d rather point to something even more ridiculous. I want to know is …

Is there a formal process for a six-year-old to join or leave the Baptist Church or any other church organization? What if both of Chelsea’s parents wanted to stay at that church? Would she just say “BLEEP you, Mom and Dad; I’m not going?”

No six-year-old has agency on where and whether she is going to the church of her parent(s). And, while Chelsea’s parents certainly had the right to indoctrinate her with Leftist ideology inappropriately early, only a six-year-old savant would be able to properly process the concept and spiritual consequences of abortion.

And Chelsea does not strike me as any sort of genius.

She’s not even good at making s**t up. That, at least, is a useful talent.

Simply, she covered — badly — for her parents’ church/politics gamesmanship. They lived in a culture – Arkansas — where a successful politician had to have a church home, so Bill and Hillary kept themselves covered in that area. Were it not for that, it’s certain that none of the Clintons would ever darken the threshold of any church.

But Chelsea — or, more likely, her mother — hoped that the pro-abortion faithful weren’t paying attention too closely to the lie’s barefacedness.

In fairness, the Clinton ladies probably calculated correctly.

Here endeth the lesson.

(Thanks to Life News)

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