Last Monday I wrote an article on Obama Care.
The response was impressive, however some of them negative. It’s not surprising considering the highly emotional topic of healthcare. What did surprise me, however, was a number of individuals who contacted my personal email to voice their negative opinions regarding the article.
“If you’ve been successful, you didn’t get there on your own. I’m always struck by people who think, well, it must be because I was just so smart. There are a lot of smart people out there. It must be because I worked harder than everybody else. Let me tell you something, there are a whole bunch of hard-working people out there. If you were successful, somebody along the line gave you some help… If you’ve got a business – you didn’t build that. Somebody else made that happen.”
— Pres. Barack Obama
Roanoke Virginia July 13, 2012
When Gwen and I were Jaded to the Church, I mentioned in the previous blogs that I decided to stop attending Church for a time.
In a very real sense, I boycotted the religious organization entirely, pretending that I could simply do it all on my own. I was in for a surprise—by God.
Obama Care — Truth or Fiction?
If you perform a web search for ”how is Obama Care doing,” you’ll find stunning reports explaining how well the healthcare industry is holding up under the Affordable Care Act, or ACA. The problem is, the reports just aren’t true.
As more and more Americans can’t afford insurance that actually covers their needs, and fewer and fewer medical providers are available, Obama Care continues to drive a wedge between patients and physicians. Our president calls it the Affordable Care Act. Affordable to whom?
The patients? They can’t even find a doctor.
Physicians? They can’t make enough to keep their doors open.
I maintain that’s been the plan from the start.
In romance, we should focus on giving more than we have rather than taking more than we should. I see this as the cause for more problems in marriage than any other singe factor.
Once my family and I were no longer looked down upon, we flourished in the church. It was exciting to spend time with fellow Christians and be involved in meaningful activities.
When a young couple came into our church two years later they were timid and shy, and tried to leave as soon as possible after the service. I was reminded of my past experience, and recognized the look on the young woman’s face.
We hope to make a difference, to ease the suffering, to heal broken bodies and cure disease.
But as important as this is, it means nothing unless we also carry the Gospel. The most important thing we will ever do with our lives is just that—carrying the Gospel to places that have never heard the name of Jesus.
When my family and I found ourselves outcast from the church due to a false rumor that fed congregational gossips, for a period of months we attended nowhere.
My wife was less bitter than I, and urged me to be the leader of our family again—a responsibility I had briefly abandoned.
Just when you think you have it figured out, God steps in.
Even when motives are good and we strive to serve, we don’t always know how that looks.