I don't know the reputations of the various newspapers, but I read mostly telegraph.co.uk, timesonline.co.uk, The Economist (although I had no idea it was a British magazine until recently!), express.co.uk, spectator.co.uk, and occasionally BBC but that's usually out of curiosity of how they are reporting certain stories. I know the children read The Economist and Bill probably reads Financial Times, but I'm not sure what all he reads these days, in terms of British sources. For the record, I hope none of our trashy-tastin' chocolate companies buy the UK's beloved Cadbury because the Brits may all turn to purple Kool-Aid over it.
The Girl is still asleep for some reason, perhaps because it's raining. If John hadn't kicked me like a pigskin, I might still be sleeping too. I let him and George sleep with me since Bill is in Ohio. Every time I agree to this deal, I get pummeled, no matter how we orchestrate the arrangements. There is no kick-free zone.
I've been thinking about and praying for the Marines sent into Haiti. Those young boys at 18, 19, 20 years old, who were just yesterday playing PlayStation with their neighbors, are facing horrific conditions for which their training couldn't possibly prepare them. I'm thinking of my own sons and how even though I've pushed them to face difficult situations, they would be so ill-prepared for that scene.
I've raised my sons from an early age to embrace being the problem-solvers and protectors and poopy chore-doers, from chopping off chicken's heads to stabbing bloated lambs to freeing septic systems. They've dealt with maggots, feces, death and anything else I could throw their way to prepare them for manhood. But what could possibly prepare them for filling mass graves of grossly decaying bodies along with the continued suffering and panic of the living? Oh Lord, be with those service men and women.
Women! What a shameful practice of this country to allow women into our military. No wonder why so many western women are marrying into other cultures, like Islam, where the men keep them swaddled in reams of fabric to protect them from even the eyes of other men. Western men suck. No, really, they do. I know, I know, I know that all that fabric is because they are a lusty people and they don't trust each other with their women. I know it's not real holy love for their wives, but it has the feel of being cherished and adored. Western men have reduced themselves to choosing a bride based on the prospect of her economic contribution! That's why we publicize that we would not tolerate our dear Sally to be a co-provider in her marriage, and we would never give her hand to anyone who would expect that. He would be unworthy of our precious daughter. Our culture is failing in this regard and we know we have significantly reduced the number of prospects for her with this fundamental. So be it.
This is why I teach my own sons that if they meet a girl they are attracted to, and they want to get to know her, they should get their father and a brother or a neighbor or whomever to vouch for their character, and they should show up on the doorstep of her daddy first to let him know of their honorable intentions. And they should treat her like they demand their own sister to be treated.
The Lord has a wonderful plan for courting and marriage and forever love that this world is missing out on! This world can't appreciate the nourishment of true devotion and submission so it tries to get by on left-over scraps and it is failing miserably.
21Submitting yourselves one to another in the fear of God.
22Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord.
23For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body.
24Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing.
25Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;
26That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word,
27That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.
28So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself.
29For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church:
30For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones.
31For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh.
32This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Christ and the church.
33Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband.
Do I sound like a broken record on this topic? Well, it consumes my thoughts with all these children racing toward marriageable age. This is the pinnacle of my child-raising responsibilities!
In other news, I finally got the Schmidt jigsaw puzzle of Europe I ordered at the beginning of January. The closest place I could find said puzzle was in Belgium from a company called Babylon Hobbies. I must have really wanted a puzzle of Europe to buy it from there! And I did. It's a 1000 piece puzzle which the whole family can enjoy, and it really helps with geography. I was working on The Russian Federation with George and John and we had a great conversation about the old Soviet Union. We have to stare at the map while we're working on it, and if you've never done that, you'd be surprised how much you learn. But Schmidt, really, find Vanna and buy a vowel or two.