Onward Christian Soldiers!

WOW.

Don't know how many read this little blurb, found in Christianity Today.com.... but it seems Orphans on Deck was written to help recruit new business:

"If every Christian church in America produced one adopting family for an older child, we could wipe out the list of 'waiting children,'" said Ekstrom, who spent 25 years as president of the Christian Family Care Agency in Arizona. "And if God's people were responding to this need, the issue of adopting by gay people wouldn't be an issue. All the children would have homes." 

For those interested, John VanValkenburg, spokesperson for the largest adoption agency in the world, Bethany Christian Services, was mentioned in the article, reminding readers BOTH political parties have supported a federal tax credit for families who adopt— making adoption that much more attractive to those still sitting around doing nothing as them damn gays keep wanting to start their own damn families. 

Nice job bridging opposing political sides so all good Christian folk can reach a higher understanding, isn't it?

Truth be told... I'd rather be adopted by a loving non-married gay couple, than radical religious whack-nuts.   But hey, that's just me, a person adopted by two Catholics stuck in a miserable marriage.

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Yeah I read that article

They've got it backwards: "adoption", along with same-sex marriage, is their ruse to get out the vote in favor of a two-tiered society (no longer overtly legal since we snuffed legalized segregation by race, ancestry, disability, vet status, national origin,etc in their faces and continue to rub their noses in it), with those who look like them, behave like them, and/or pay lip service to believing like them on the top of the heap.

That's the story of socially-conservative America; murderously anti-minority, virulently christian supremacist, pathologically sexually repressive; enact a host of laws to enforce special rights for the above, then cry victim when we won't let them.

They have not changed one iota since 1611.

Bottom of the heap

Growing-up in my Afamily, I always felt like the purchased mutt who was automatically seen as the underdog by members of the extended family.  I was the new pup who had to prove to the entire pack, I had worthiness and value.  My chronic need was simple and pathetic; I felt like I had to prove myself -- I had strength, I had power, I had ability -- and I could fit-in any group, even if the surrounding group wanted nothing to do with me.

While my AP's never really did anything that made me feel like I had to prove I fit-in, I always felt as if I was being watched and judged... as if any wrong move on my part would send me walking to the next family.  I tried my best to be all they wanted me to be, even if following their orders and dreams meant I had to let bits and pieces of my true-self die inside of me.

Trying my best to please others made me a target.  There were those who saw my eagerness to please, and saw that desire in me as an opportunity to get what they wanted.  Some took full advantage of my own pathetic desperate need, and had me do all sorts of things I really didn't want to do.  I live with regret, not showing a backbone. And there were those who wanted to teach me a lesson:  "No matter what you do, you will never be good enough, and you will always be lower than me". I live with sadness knowing I actually believed that.  It took me ages to realize those opportunists are the sort of toxic people I don't need in my life.

Sometimes I laugh at the simple sort of person I have always been.  Even when I was a child, there was always this little voice inside of me saying, "all people are created equally.  We each have faults, we each have flaws, and we each have special gifts that have value and worth."   

Those who thought they were superior to me loved to point out my faults and flaws; they refused to see my value and worth.

Those are the memories that are stuck with me.

People who think they deserve to be within the upper-tier of society really should spend time with those at the bottom of the heap.

They might learn a humble lesson or two.

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