Ronald Reagan's son, Ron Reagan, is an atheist and a liberal. Hur hur hur.

Good sir, what on Earth has made you think I care about that which you are herein trying to express? From whence do you receive your purpose? I could not care less about whoever Ron Reagan is; you on the other hand seem to. You seem to derive some nugget of meaning, some flacid, hollow piece of justification from this nanosecond of information. Why? And what would purpose you to send me this insignificant, purposeless fact? My post saying that my children will grow to work hard, give often, live simply, and honor the Lord because I will raise them right and that it is precisely because of those things that my children will not live liberally?

How naked you must feel when, in the dark of night, completely safe in your home, you can’t help but be afraid of that creeping thought that won’t leave your mind; how embarrassed to live in fear of a thought, a thought that questions everything you believe and “stand” for. Why do you stand? Tell me. How have you answered the ceaseless fear that your life is meaningless and without destiny or purpose, that your life might not be as uneternal as you thought, that you will experience no true intimacy or justice either in the end or now, that either this universe is a fatalistic mesh of moving parts and worthless brain waves or an unlikely chaotic orgy of atoms, either way both nihilistic and amoral? How do you stand?

I’ll tell you how, because of one word: grace. It is by God’s grace alone that you live. You are made in the image of God, the great Creator, the great Mind, and He allows you to live that you might be saved, that you might grow to love Him as the only one who can satisfy perfectly the heart and mind.

I don’t care about your politics; turn to the Lord. If you haven’t figured it out, saying my child will not be liberal was utterly beside politics. My children will live a conservative, Christian lifestyle. So I don’t care about Reagan’s joke of a son. But I do care about you. I care that you taste and see that the Lord is good! I care that you turn to His truth and cherish it. Good Lord, I’m praying for you, guy.

In the end, if it really upsets you that my children will be conservative Christians, try to convert them, and we’ll see what happens.

Good day, friend.

could you give me your opinion of sex before marriage? if you are waiting, why? and if not, why not?

Sexual activity outside of marriage is sin. That much is overwhelmingly clear in the Bible.

Besides being condemned, it just makes sense. Abstaining from sex and sexual activity until marriage is glorious and ideal. It is a sign not just of intimacy and love, but of commitment. Sex is a gift from God, but it is precious. Sex should be enjoyed in the covenant between man and woman before God only. And then it should be enjoyed often. :)

Having repented of my past sexual immorality, I intend to wait until marriage to have sex with my future wife.

Any righteous, repentant believer in Christ will do the same.

Drink water from your own cistern,
    running water from your own well.
Should your springs overflow in the streets,
    your streams of water in the public squares?
Let them be yours alone,
    never to be shared with strangers.
May your fountain be blessed,
    and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth.
A loving doe, a graceful deer—
    may her breasts satisfy you always,
    may you ever be intoxicated with her love.
Why, my son, be intoxicated with another man’s wife?
    Why embrace the bosom of a wayward woman?" -Proverbs 5:15-20

Why do some women get abortions?

Because they have been convinced and ultimately have believed the lie that abortion is the solution to their problem. Let me be very clear: Abortion is never the solution.

It will not give you comfort.
It will not give you relief financially.
It will not give you relief emotionally.
It will not allow you to have the life you want.
It will not heal you from or make you feel better about rape.
It will not save you from death.
It will not save you from anything.

Abortion is death. Do not expect anything, especially not any kind of life, from death.

Only life is a blessing. Family is a blessing, children are a blessing, and saving a life whenever possible is a blessing.

Abortion is an excuse. It is never medically necessary and it is never the right option. It is not a woman’s choice. It is not a choice. Do not believe the lie.

Pursue righteousness. Pursue life.

Children are a heritage from the Lord,
    offspring a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
    are children born in one’s youth.
Blessed is the man
    whose quiver is full of them." -Psalm 127:3-5a

One thing I hate about the evangelical purity movement is this new cultish focus on technical virginity. I don't think a man or woman of God (or even God himself) is offended more by immorality of the body, as opposed to impurity of heart. So saving your first kiss becomes more important than saving the intimate recesses of your heart. Avoiding sex, but defrauding our brothers and sisters by breaking their hearts. It's a true works based thing, when saving our love and affection is so much more.

I’m not entirely sure the two things compare, immorality of the body and impurity of the heart. And to different degrees, either can be worse than the other. If there’s anything cultish in our society, it’s this heedless, ceaseless march toward skepticism toward everything. Nothing can be accepted as good; everything is questioned, especially the good.

Though I may partially agree with the point you’re making, I disagree with the spirit behind the point. Everything we see now a days has to go against the grain or disagree with what is supposedly “mainstream Christianity.” At this point in our insanely liberal, deconstructed, amoral society, the last thing I want to do is cede yet another thing to the raging monster of modernity.

Virginity is a beautiful and important thing. I’m nowhere near as worried about the people who worry too much about immorality of the body as I am about the people who seem to find something, often much, to be offended by by an importance being laid on virginity.

We need to be building up our ideals, not constantly deconstructing them. Yes, idolizing virginity is a problem and is far from nonexistent, and other problems concerning impurity of the heart are equally important, but our society is terribly impure, physically and emotionally. I’m just not very worried about people taking one or the other too seriously.

As you’ve implied, both should be taken very seriously. Therefore, your enemy is not “cultish focus on technical virginity” as you have here opined, but rather the fact that impurity of heart is not focused on. My point is, do not deconstruct one good thing in order to exalt another. Focus on the fact that impurity of heart should be focused on more, not that some other issue that you have a beef with is getting some of the focus your issue is entitled too.

Lastly, going back to my very first sentence, I do not believe the two issues compare. Sexual intimacy is very clearly defined: before marriage, it is sin. However, emotional intimacy is not defined in such a way, as befits its intangible nature. I think it very important to be emotionally intimate with someone before marriage. Just as the physical and emotional aspects of our person are different by nature, so too should interactions in these two spheres be different.

I’m not sure what you mean by works-based, but I believe we should put a high-importance on both kinds of purity. Physical purity is awesome. Purity of heart is awesome too, but in a different way.

Though I am unsure of your purpose in sending this to me, I assume it was for discussion (or perhaps dissemination of a belief of yours). Either way, I hope I provided a righteous and wise response.

Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure, for God will judge the adulterer and all the sexually immoral.” -Hebrews 13:4

Ladies, you know absolutely nothing of the unspeakable beauty you hold: the mystery, the grace, the love. It is so wonderful. You simply cannot understand a man’s utter, desperate attraction to you. I hardly understand it myself. Seeing you smile, hearing your soft chuckle, feeling your soft skin and long hair, the intimacy that nothing else in the world besides Jesus can bring. Just imagining your fingers running through my hair or you doing nothing but being a comforting presence on a sad day gives me goose bumps. I relish the thought of holding your hand, dancing with you, feeling your soft lips. But it’s more than the physical things. A woman that doesn’t have an attitude all the time and isn’t negative. A woman that has strong and wise beliefs but acts wisely when expressing them and quietly when living them out. A woman that is patient and ever graceful, ever caring, ever present. A woman that doesn’t resent my presence. Not in an argument, not when I fail, or do something wrong. A woman that wants to be loved, who will graciously accept compliments and be taken care of, who will let me hold her, and who is open when the time is right. A woman who is confident in herself and confident in me. A woman of belief, not skepticism. A woman that is pure and innocent, but mature.

Just thinking of this, of the blush of your cheeks, the shine of your hair, your glistening eye in the night, your tender ways, your atmosphere of radiant love, it simply makes my heart melt. I cannot even describe a tenth of this feeling to you. It is overwhelming. At unknown times throughout the day, your grace will suddenly hit me and my very soul goes weak. It weeps unimaginable tears of joy, and I can’t help but be filled with this unabated felicity and a quantum of solace.

From a personal post of mine
Collegiate Philanthropy (A Story)

And perhaps evangelism?

Here I am sitting alone in the lobby of the Honor’s House at 3:07am, October 31st. I was eating food and watching Game of Thrones on my laptop, which was about to die. I was half way through an episode and was going to go back to my room to finish it and plug my laptop in.

But then I heard a feeble knock at the side door. Who was knocking? And why was he or she knocking? Could he or she see me; did he or she know someone was there to answer?

I immediately got up and began to walk to the door. It took me a moment, and the feeble knock came again just as I approached the door. In the window of the door, I saw a pretty young lady. She seemed harmless and I assumed she was an RA of one of the actual dorms making her rounds to the small, new Honor’s House, as they sometimes must. I let her in.

She stumbled in the doorway, eyes bloodshot, and speech slurred, but the smell came first. The alcohol on her breath shot to my nostrils. She was wearing one of those “sweaters” that is actually more than 50% holes in the fabric that is probably supposed to go over something. But there was nothing else to cover her body from the cold Halloween morning outside. Shivering and stumbling, she asked if I had a charger for the lifeless iPhone she held shakily in her hand. I said I didn’t have one (I have an Android). In her other hand she had her broken ID card, a necessary tool to do anything and get anywhere on campus. Unable to think of how to respond, she asked again whether I had a charger and then fell into me, at which point I held her up again. She needed to call for her ride. I told her of a land-line phone in the vestibule of the front entrance to the House, and so I led her there.

I stood there, holding the door open (otherwise it would shut and lock on both of us) and watched her while she pressed eight different numbers on purpose, nine altogether including her slipping and pressing two buttons at once at one point. The call gave a busy signal. She tried again, but it didn’t work. I stood thinking “God, You work in funny ways.”

She stumbled toward me and asked me in a whisper if I would help her find a ride. I knew this was an opportunity, and I knew what simple thing God was asking me to do. I responded, “Yeah. I can give you a ride, or I can go get my phone for you.” She asked for the ride, and I told her to wait while I went to grab my shoes and keys.

As I was dressing, I kept thinking “God, You work in crazy ways sometimes.” I came back downstairs fully dressed and led her to the door and to my car. I asked her name and introduced myself. She, shivering, responded politely but drunkenly of course. 

As I drove, we talked. She didn’t really know where she was. I asked her which party she had been at, and where her ride went. Her friends had left and were apparently “crazy.” I told her she needed new friends. I told her it wasn’t safe to wander around at night and that she “can’t be doing that.” She nodded and smiled. I told her she was lucky I was up (she was). she said she was “very lucky.” I asked if she liked to drink and she chuckled and said sometimes. I laughed skeptically and she asked what about me. I told her I never drink. We then talked about majors brokenly; she asked me what mine was on two separate occasions. She is a freshman too, sadly.

She gave me directions to her dorm, but I knew where her dorm was and they ended up being wrong directions every time. Eventually I found it.

I parked and told her I was walking her to her dorm because she was pretty drunk. She laughingly denied it as she stumbled around like a wretched blind man. I was not about to leave this poor soul in such a state. God wanted me to go further, I feel. I fixthings. 

As we were walking, me like a sober adult, her as a drunken child, she tried to hold my hand and grab my arm, pulling me close. I pulled away allowing a single finger to remain attached to her to keep her from falling. I kept wondering how I could give her what her heart so desperately needs: Jesus. I wanted to help her, get her on the right track, make sure she was better and better each day. The only way I could do so was by getting her number and showing her that someone actually cares about the condition of her heart and soul unconditionally. Yeah, needless to say, I still felt weird and exploitative about it, but I didn’t care. I knew what I was doing. But she did not. She was being even more flirty at this point. She took my phone to type her number in, but took one look at it and said, “Yeah, you’re right, I can’t type this in…” So I told her to say it and I would type it, which was a slow process.

At this point, I was beginning to feel a little weird. I honestly had entirely pure intentions, I hope my followers know that. I really want to text her today and see how she is doing and I really want to show her Christ only. She is clearly not one I am interested in. I just felt that urge to do something other people wouldn’t. I wanted to show her love that only comes from Christ. So really be praying, friends, that I do that. 

Halfway to her dorm, I asked her if she was okay at this point and she said yes, thank you and quickly stumbled off. I turned and went home. I laughed to myself all the way home at the mysterious ways of God. As I pulled up, I saw why she came to the House. It has many big windows, each full of light from the lobby. And the outside walls are completely lit up, more so than any of the frats or houses around. In the vestibule of the front doors, I could still smell the distinct odor of alcohol. I now sit in bed and type this for you all and for myself. What a weird occurrence and a weird night/morning because of weird circumstances. 

But I bet you God can turn even the weird into great things.


If you are a Christian who does not conceive disciples, whether biological, spiritual, or most wonderfully both, and you are so able, I cannot see how you can rightly label yourself “conceived twice” or “born again.” The fruit of the Gospel and the fruit of God conceiving us first lies in multiplication, essentially the very word ‘fruitfulness.’

Get married and have children.
Go into the world and create disciples.
Serve and bestow honor on those below you;
Raise them up as Christ has raised you up.

A Note on the Unforgivable Sin

If you commit the unforgivable sin (Mark 3:28-29), you will not be forgiven, never in spite of your desire to be right with God, but because you have no desire to be right with God. Repenting of sin whatever precludes the commission of blasphemy against the Holy Spirit (cf. 1 John 1:9). If you have committed the unforgivable sin, it’s because you don’t want to be in right relationship with God in the first place. That is the sin itself.

If you’re upset about possibly committing the unforgivable sin because you want to honor God, you’ve already defeated your own inhibition. Rise. You can be secure in God’s mercy and strength.

Why did God send Jesus to die for our sins to be forgiven, as opposed to annulment of sins directly by God?

Because God is a just God and cannot tolerate sin. It is a problem that must be dealt with before we can be in His perfect presence. But God is also a loving God and cannot tolerate not having us either. Which is we He sent Jesus.

Annulment of sins directly by God? That’s exactly what He did; Jesus is God Himself. Someone had to pay for our evil; that is how justice works. God loved us so much that He took the punishment Himself. And He’s the only sacrifice holy enough to take the punishment.

Pretty awesome, right? 

Your opinions on dating itself, and if you prefer it to courtship (or vice versa)?

In my experience, I have only ever dated. Therefore, on practice of courting, I cannot speak. However, on theory, I can!

One thing is clear about this whole mess: either method can be and is used in a holy and righteous way to find a spouse. So as far as Biblical preference, it seems that either is acceptable, unless the culture of the ancient Israelites sways you, in which case, the method used then probably resembles courting more, though neither well.

Here is an interesting theory on the evolution of gender roles that seems to somehow apply (first column is pre-modern human history; the second is modern human history):


The first column seems to be the closest to what seems right as far as gender roles and marriage are concerned. But we are presently very different from our ancestors. (Or are we?)

Anyway, back on track, personally, I don’t see a whole lot of difference between the two, but there are some important differences. To quote myself, “Courting is getting close to someone with the specific intention of a romantic relationship. Not that it will necessarily happen, but that is your intention. And the difference between courting and dating is setting and role. Courting is essentially dating, but family-centered and group-centered and generally without romantic contact. It is also highly role-oriented, in that the male is pursuing and being the leader, etc.Being complementarian myself, I would, in theory, prefer courting to dating. I also do not enjoy the “try it before you buy it” idea behind dating. I think it’s important not to put a marriage-like pressure on a relationship until that relationship actually is marriage. I think courtship upholds this idea better than dating. 

However, in practice, every attempt of mine to ‘court’ has failed. So you tell me! I guess it just takes the right kind of girl as well.

I certainly do not claim to be an expert on this subject at all, so don’t take my word as canon. I do thank you for asking this question and I hope I answered well. Go forth and enjoy the day that the Lord hath given us.