[singlepic id=140 w=320 h=240 float=right]We packed up Friday and headed out to Uwharrie National Forest near Troy, NC for a weekend of camping and Jeeping. Caleb had a busy day helping me pack the jeep, going to Walmart for last minute supplies, etc. so he promptly conked out on me before we even got out of town.[singlepic id=147 w=320 h=240 float=left] We got to the Outpost (only store in the area) at Uwharrie around 1730 hrs and met up with 3 other Jeepers that were going to be jeeping with us, then prooceeded to find our camping spot. The others wanted to camp right by the rock road that connects the trails to the hard top, but Caleb and I opted for a more secluded spot off “Daniel”,[singlepic id=139 w=320 h=240 float=right] (which is considered by all to be the hardest trail in Uwharrie National Forest and feared by all). We were quite happy with our choice in spots. Saturday, we woke up to a beautiful sunrise[singlepic id=142 w=320 h=240 float=right] and started getting ready to go back to the Outpost to collect my friend Peter and his son, Christian (who is a year older than Caleb).[singlepic id=141 w=320 h=240 float=right] We jeeped all afternoon, then went to Badin Lake for a swim and a bath. We then went back to camp and proceeded to cook a wonderful supper and enjoy the cool air, brilliant moonlight, and warm fire. Peter and I figured out the price of Freedom: Its the cost of the Jeep plus modifications and gas. We swam, we ate, we slept, we fished; what an incredible weekend.

Get out your paper and pen, school is in session: All weekend long, I heard “Just like my Daddy”, “…Like you Dad?”, “You taught me that”, “…my Daddy taught me”. These statements were coming from my 5 year old! It hit me like a ton of bricks, my son WANTS to be like me! I puffed up for maybe .5 seconds before reality set in; My son was learning what to do, how to be, what to say, how to feel, etc. JUST LIKE ME! Humility immediately followed and I finally had an inkling of an idea, what an awesome, amazing responsibility my Lord has given me, as a father. I can choose to tell my son to “Follow me” or I can choose to borrow Paul’s words and tell my son to “Follow me as I follow Christ.” Then I prayed THIS prayer for myself AND my son, “Lord, thank You for Your MERCY for all the things I have done and have not done that did not honor You. Thank You for GRACE for all the mistakes I will make as I try to follow You. And thank You for HOPE and FAITH to know that through You, ALL things are possible. Help me to show and teach my son these principles.”

Thank you Lord for a wonderful lesson! Class dismissed. 🙂

I saw a facebook post the other week from a homosexual that said, “Why do straight people complain about gays when they keep having gay babies?”

It amazes me the lengths these people go to in order to try and justify their bad, horrible, stupid, and also disgusting choice. Yes, I said it, their CHOICE. Being a homosexual is a choice, just like being a heterosexual is a choice. It is a choice to get married. It is a choice to remain a virgin until you get married, it is a choice to remain faithful to your spouse. You also chose to have sex outside of marriage, you chose to be unfaithful, you chose to commit the sin in your life.

I could get into the meaning of being “born into sin”, but I’ll keep it simple here: Man has a pattern when it comes to sin, we tend to err on the side of stupidity, However, through Jesus, that stupidity can be forgiven, and, with His guidance (the Bible) and mercy, that stupidity can be turned into intelligence. Based on God’s Word, we can make smart choices, we can chose to NOT sin.

Until you make the choice to follow Christ, man up and accept the consequences for your choices instead of trying to convince everyone else that you can’t help it, you were born that way, that its genetic. Some would argue that stupidity IS genetic, but in truth, it is only disobedience. My prayer is that God will continue to guide me in eradicating my stupidity.