Washington and Progressive Law

Dear Friends and Family, I was going to lob some arrows at my own home state of Washington before the latest Connecticut tragedy of today. The twisty trunks of dogwoods and straight up stands of oak reflect my troubled thoughts. Just why do we reason that straight should come of crooked? We lean on our own understanding and decide what is fair and just, and then get surprised that the results turn tragic and twisted. Robbed. I am a certain case in point. Left to Washington and gay progressive thought I would likely be gay today, or at least as confused as I ever was. Please let me explain. For years and years very uncomfortable in my own skin, I could not understand girls and the girly thing of wanting to look pretty. Or I was incapable of it. It was the age of women's lib for goodness sake, and I wasn't sure being pretty was even a valid or valuable attribute. Besides, as Laura Ingalls once observed about herself, I was built like a tree trunk. I was a tomboy and maybe didn't even want to be stuck as a girl at all. My good friend Laura, who has remained single these 30 years and is always being suspected as gay just for that fact, came to me in high school with the "latest research" that said "probably" a good 50% of us are born all wrong and are really the opposite sex based on interviewing people concerning various things on a one-to-ten scale, one being "feeling more male" and ten being "feeling more female." As for clothing I would have said I felt all male. And according to my own children, if I were to say that in a crowd today along with being uncomfortable in my own skin, I would be told I am most likely gay and should try that lifestyle. But I thank God for bringing me to the reality of who He made me. It took me going to a healing ministry in Ukraine for the final conviction that there are tree trunks that can be happy girl trunks, and that I had suffered what many girls suffer, that of wanting to be a boy for their fathers. My dad had wished for a boy named Benjamin before my sister Kelly came along, I remember as a six-year-old. Not until after the Ukraine event did I learn that there had been a boy lost to a miscarriage before Kelly. Lo, Christianity can actually speak truth that heals, as it also did for friend Sheleigh who followed the gay lifestyle until the day she became a Christian and heard distinctly, Holy Spirit-wise "you are not a lesbian." For all the good intended, I believe the latest addition of gay marriage laws in Washington have just added to the twisted reasoning that went into relaxing divorce laws ad multiplum. It is legalized injustice, as people are robbed of the truth of who they really are; we give license to go any which way because we are not convinced of any right way. We legitimize confusion and then cry at the confusion we reap. Jesus said he came to set us free, but we have again called for our Barabbas, the robber. Yours and His from Tennessee, Whitherspoon