Rick Nier...Woo!

I recently read a post by a Christian author who was coming out. Because, hey, celebration. (If you're deciding right now whether or not to continue reading, I get it. But the first line is not the crux of my thoughts here today.) His wife, according to his post, was supporting it. They were working on the next steps, which would obviously include happy celebratory events like divorce and a broken home. (Are you still deciding whether or not you'll finish? I get it.) But I'm not going to attempt to defend an institution, marriage, that has long since lost its foundation in the eyes of society. At this point, I hope we can agree marriage seems to have become something people do when they feel like it. (So if I'm not writing to defend my marriage, you might wonder what my purpose is here today. Thanks for asking!) What struck me about this author's post was the end. He said he would block anyone who tried to confront him or had any judgment for him.  Wait, that's ...

Upset. Yeah, that’s one word I have for it. But I have more.  Anger. Frustration. Tired. Over it. Fatigued. Disagreeable. Those are some more words I have. Life’s narrative that we call 2020 has brought on quite a few opinions, but I’m not sure any of us should be surprised. There’s over seven billion people on the planet and if you bring up any topic, ANY TOPIC, you’re going to get about as many opinions.  Corn or flour tortillas? Pepsi or Coke? Is a hot dog a sandwich? Should the words  oatmeal and  raisin ever be used in the same sentence as  cookie . The answer to that last question is yes. As long as the sentence is, please don’t ever put oatmeal and raisin into my cookie.  Lots of opinions, but we haven’t even gotten to the more important questions.  Should I be forced to wear a mask if I’m healthy? Should we send our kids back to school? Are there really only these two options for president? Are some of these officers murderers?  Woah, woah...