Happy Birthday, Russ!

A big Happy Birthday to our dear brother-in-law, Russ Turner! His daughter, Rachel, summed it up this way in a post.

Dad – You are my rock and the man I look up to. You hold a very special place in my heart – one which nobody else could ever fill. The amount of pride I feel when I tell people about my papa is simply inexpressible. You are an earthly representation of how the Lord loves and cares for His children. Thank you for your seemingly endless love. Happy birthday, pops. XO

We all love and admire you, Russ Turner. God bless you and your family always.


Sunday Music Break!

Of all the singing voices in the world, this is the one I love the most. His voice was always filled with so much love and kindness. He has some great advice in this song.


Cosmo is a Porno Rag We Can’t Avoid

cosmoI snapped this photo of Emmy a while back while we were waiting in line to buy groceries at Pick ‘n Save, our local food store. After reading this piece from Newsbusters today, I was reminded of what we have slowly grown accustomed to, and it is sad. Playboy isn’t at most checkouts where children stand with their parents.  Cosmo’s endless flaunting of tawdry sex is literally placed at eye level for a child.  Our daughter can now read whatever they want to put in her face. No amount of protesting can outdo the profits from selling this swill. It’s the sum and substance of American popular culture, and it makes me sick.

Comments under the article on social media were typical. Howls about censorship. “Don’t like it? Don’t buy it.”  These low-brow commenters are unable to think past their own genitalia. I have news for them. No, I don’t like it, I don’t buy it, but you have no right to force feed sex to my little daughter. It’s a form of sexual assault.  So get out of her face with it, store managers. Get it out of the faces of all the children out there who didn’t ask to look at this and who don’t need lewdness shoved down their throats.

When parents keep ant poison out of reach of children, we censor our household products for safety. That’s what parents do–protect our children. America would be filled with screams of horror if toxic waste would pour from our faucets. A just cause indeed! Storm city hall. Do whatever is necessary to stop the poison in our kitchens. But Americans do nothing anymore  when the innocence and morals of children are poisoned by porno rags like Cosmo at the grocery store.  Moral toxic waste matters not at all. Don’t like it? Don’t buy it. Who cares what children have to see. It’s too much to ask that adults get Cosmo over in the magazine section on a top rack. It’s all about meeeeeee…

That was my rant for the day, not usually put on the Hope Blog, but some things are worth saying. Loudly. Even if nobody is listening. I object. It’s wrong. It’s shameful, and the shame of Cosmopolitan magazine and store customers who think it’s fine is well-earned.

He is Risen!

Ye sons and daughters of the Lord,
the King of glory, King adored,
this day Himself from death restored.

When Thomas saw that wounded side,
the truth no longer he denied;
“Thou art my Lord and God!” he cried.

Oh, blest are they who have not seen
their Lord and yet believe in Him!
eternal life awaiteth them.

Now let us praise the Lord most high,
and strive His name to magnify
on this great day, through earth and sky:



Early Morning Message: Love Never Fails

Our little Emmy came in at 6am today and asked me if I wanted to hear what she had learned this week at school. I share it here on Good Friday, because of the supreme love of God for us in our sins and the sacrifice of his only Son on the cross for us. God’s love never fails.