July 12, 2016

Tank Man

While the image of the woman in Baton Rouge standing defiantly in front of police in riot gear is powerful, it is not comparable to the "Tank Man" of Tiananmen Square. Doing so offends the memory of him and all the men, women and children who died during the protests against a Communist government, the men, women and children who had to stand up to as many as 300,000 troops their own government mobilized against them, the men, women and children who have been erased from the history books in China. It offends the memory of the men, women and children, the memory of my family members who disappeared, who were tortured, who died at the hand of their own government's Communist ideals.

In America, we have the right to "peaceably ... assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances" (I want to emphasize "peaceably") as we see this young woman and many others across the nation exercising daily, and even more so (and rightfully so!) these last few weeks. The peaceful "Tank Man" was standing up to a government that did not allow that.

It is a powerful image, but not one to be compared to Tiananmen Square. Different rights, different events, different symbols.

March 14, 2016


Scripture study was profound this morning.

Luke 13:11-13Jesus Christ is calling us to Him. And when we are bowed together with a spirit of infirmity—physical,...

January 9, 2016

Reason #234

Reason #234 why I miss Nicolle and Camille: I have no one to come home to.

November 17, 2015

November 6, 2015

Nothing else to say.

Let me just get to the point. I'm not in a good place.

Sometimes I sit in my car, parked alongside a busy road, listening to the playlist I've made for these times. I think about how suffocated I feel, how releasing, relieving it would be to just turn my car into speeding lights just inches away from me.

But, I guess airbags and whatnot could actually damn me back to the lonely existence here on this earth, and I wouldn't be able to stand the tears, if any are even shed, that would come from almost losing a life they cared about once.

I could just step out of my car. This 125 lb sack of bones and organs wouldn't stand a chance against a one-ton hunk of metal and plastic. One time should suffice. At least, I hope it does. I think I'd ... I'd die if I had to try it again.

There are a couple of things stopping me, though. The pain and suffering and guilt that I'd inflict on the few who are closest to me. Because, while sometimes you've also caused me tears, I know you care more than the insincere world ever would.