There has been much in the news lately about the Duggar family concerning a molestation issue that surrounds Josh Duggar. I have thought about this before deciding to voice an opinion, so here's my take on this.
I can understand the family's thinking....somewhat. No one wants to be in the middle of a scandal, no matter what the cause. I'm sure they thought like most of us would "What will our friends think, or what will the church say". So, they talk privately to those involved and keep it quiet.
I get that. That's a natural reaction.
What bothers me most about it is the hypocrisy. While this event was apparently happening, Mr. Duggar was stating that sexual crimes should be made capital crimes. Had he considered that this might affect his son, if this would come to pass? I doubt that. Since everything was handled privately, why would he then want his child to be executed for that very thing? I believe that they considered themselves above the act and punishment.
I also think it is very hypocritical for them to state publicly that certain people are a danger to children. By this I'm referring to their stance against homosexuals. So many people are afraid that the "gayness" will rub off on their children, and that every gay person will assault every person they meet.
I've read a great deal of comments where other commentators (I don't know if that word is the correct one to use in this situation) have been reminded that Jesus said that "ye who are without sin cast the first stone". But it doesn't just apply to the ones who think the Duggars mishandled the situation. I think it also applies to the Duggars themselves. This admonishment by Christ doesn't say that it has to be the same sin, only that a person hasn't sinned. For them to apparently take the abuse situation so lightly and then condemn another person because of their lifestyle flaunts this.
I truly hope that Josh does understand that what he did, even though he was a teenager, was wrong. I hope the girls involved were able to get some real help, not just told to turn the other cheek.
I heard a comment the other day concerning the tv show. This person thought that maybe it shouldn't be cancelled, but the incident be used as truly reality tv to show who real issues affect a family and how they could now learn and grow from it. We'll just have to see how it all plays out.
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Home Away From Home
Our friend Ron and his chocolate lab Buddy used to come and visit just about every day. Ron was unemployed and he did a lot of work for us, painting and remodeling work. He's been a really good friend, especially since Bill got sick, and Buddy seems like our dog, as much as his. He has a basket of toys and we keep treats for him. He gets us a package of tennis balls for Christmas every year so that he has new ones to play with. He's always very comfortable here, even napping on the bed if Ron is here working. But, he's only truly happy if Ron is here, where he can see him.
When Ron got a job painting at the hospital, we only got to see Buddy on week-ends. He always comes in the door whining, letting us know that he hasn't had any treats for so long that he's just dying! He's really funny to watch when he does that.
Ron came over Wednesday morning and told us that Buddy ran off that morning during his morning walk. A stray female enticed him. Of course if he had been leashed it wouldn't have happened, but that's beside the point. Ron tried to get him to come back but you know how men can get when there's a pretty girl around. He said he hoped he would come back and asked that we keep an eye out for him, especially since it had started to rain.
Bill walked around the block looking for him and then we decided to drive around the neighborhood some to see if we could see him anywhere. We looked for about 30 minutes and then gave up. We drove by Ron's a couple of times to see if he had gone home and was sitting on the stoop but he wasn't there.
After we had been home about 15 minutes we heard something...and there was Buddy, whining at the front door! He was a total mess, soaking wet, and when I started drying him off, covered in dirt and mud! We got him dried and then got him some water and treats and called Ron to tell him that his wandering boy had come home. When he had gotten his fill of treats and water he discovered that Ron wasn't there and he would not settle down. I don't know who was happier when Ron showed up, Ron or Buddy!
Ron did say that he was limping by the time evening came, but we hadn't seen any signs of fighting or injury when he was here. It could just be he was sore from old age (he's almost 10). He could also have bruised a paw during his travels.
We're just glad he knew he could come here...and that we were home! I told Bill that even though Buddy was in the doghouse for running off, this was the only doghouse that rewarded you when you came home!
When Ron got a job painting at the hospital, we only got to see Buddy on week-ends. He always comes in the door whining, letting us know that he hasn't had any treats for so long that he's just dying! He's really funny to watch when he does that.
Ron came over Wednesday morning and told us that Buddy ran off that morning during his morning walk. A stray female enticed him. Of course if he had been leashed it wouldn't have happened, but that's beside the point. Ron tried to get him to come back but you know how men can get when there's a pretty girl around. He said he hoped he would come back and asked that we keep an eye out for him, especially since it had started to rain.
Bill walked around the block looking for him and then we decided to drive around the neighborhood some to see if we could see him anywhere. We looked for about 30 minutes and then gave up. We drove by Ron's a couple of times to see if he had gone home and was sitting on the stoop but he wasn't there.
After we had been home about 15 minutes we heard something...and there was Buddy, whining at the front door! He was a total mess, soaking wet, and when I started drying him off, covered in dirt and mud! We got him dried and then got him some water and treats and called Ron to tell him that his wandering boy had come home. When he had gotten his fill of treats and water he discovered that Ron wasn't there and he would not settle down. I don't know who was happier when Ron showed up, Ron or Buddy!
Ron did say that he was limping by the time evening came, but we hadn't seen any signs of fighting or injury when he was here. It could just be he was sore from old age (he's almost 10). He could also have bruised a paw during his travels.
We're just glad he knew he could come here...and that we were home! I told Bill that even though Buddy was in the doghouse for running off, this was the only doghouse that rewarded you when you came home!
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Why
Our house was broken into a couple of weeks ago while we were at church. Not only did they take most of our electronics, (tv, 3 computers, digital camera, portable dvd player and a suitcase to carry it in), they totally trashed the place. Things pulled out of every closet and every drawer opened. They even took 3 pkgs. of poptarts and a box of snack crackers, along with a Dr. Pepper. So we figure it had to be kids.
The material things they took can and are being replaced. That's what we have insurance for. Things have been put back in the closets and drawers, but we're still taking inventory since things were just thrown everywhere and anywhere. For example, my husband's coins were taken. I got him a talking bank for Christmas and he throws his change it in at night. So, everything was gone. But, I found the jar to the bank in a corner of the bedroom under some pillows, and the top of it was in his clothes hamper!
We've tried looking at the bright side, and there is a bright side. I have a hutch filled with crystal on the shelves. Some of it is very old and valuable. They could have swept all of it off and smashed it on the floor. The same with the china, which is a discontinued pattern. They didn't find the antique rifle in the closet, or the case containing my husband's family silver.
I thought the coin my sister gave me for a special birthday was gone as the drawer had been ransacked, but it was not touched. I was afraid that some of my jewelry was gone, especially my pearl and diamond earrings, and the diamond necklace and earrings, but they are all there. So far the only piece I can't find is my college class ring and it could still be under a piece of furniture in the bedroom.
So my question is why. Why do people need to break-in and wreak havoc? Or feel the need to take things that aren't theirs? It's not just because they aren't getting any home raising because there have been thieves since biblical times. Why do we have to have security doors and an alarm system to protect the things we've worked hard for? Why take 3 computers and leave the 4th? Why leave both stereo systems and dvd players? Why, why, why? Why also don't the police in our town seem to work to find these things? We've contacted pawn shops and yardsale websites on our own. Why has crime gotten so bad in our town, not just our area? Why are our city leaders not trying to do something about it?
I will not let the bad buys win! I will not be afraid to leave my home unattended! I refuse to let them dictate how I live my life, although I have made some concessions. But, the question still remains...why?
The material things they took can and are being replaced. That's what we have insurance for. Things have been put back in the closets and drawers, but we're still taking inventory since things were just thrown everywhere and anywhere. For example, my husband's coins were taken. I got him a talking bank for Christmas and he throws his change it in at night. So, everything was gone. But, I found the jar to the bank in a corner of the bedroom under some pillows, and the top of it was in his clothes hamper!
We've tried looking at the bright side, and there is a bright side. I have a hutch filled with crystal on the shelves. Some of it is very old and valuable. They could have swept all of it off and smashed it on the floor. The same with the china, which is a discontinued pattern. They didn't find the antique rifle in the closet, or the case containing my husband's family silver.
I thought the coin my sister gave me for a special birthday was gone as the drawer had been ransacked, but it was not touched. I was afraid that some of my jewelry was gone, especially my pearl and diamond earrings, and the diamond necklace and earrings, but they are all there. So far the only piece I can't find is my college class ring and it could still be under a piece of furniture in the bedroom.
So my question is why. Why do people need to break-in and wreak havoc? Or feel the need to take things that aren't theirs? It's not just because they aren't getting any home raising because there have been thieves since biblical times. Why do we have to have security doors and an alarm system to protect the things we've worked hard for? Why take 3 computers and leave the 4th? Why leave both stereo systems and dvd players? Why, why, why? Why also don't the police in our town seem to work to find these things? We've contacted pawn shops and yardsale websites on our own. Why has crime gotten so bad in our town, not just our area? Why are our city leaders not trying to do something about it?
I will not let the bad buys win! I will not be afraid to leave my home unattended! I refuse to let them dictate how I live my life, although I have made some concessions. But, the question still remains...why?
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