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.