The Biblical and Practical reasons I’m voting for Ted Cruz!

The Biblical and Practical reasons I’m voting for Ted Cruz!

Why I’m Endorsing Ted Cruz

By Jarod Hinton

Dear Friends, Family, Countrymen….lend me your ears!

Most people that know me are aware that I have chosen to vote for Ted Cruz in the Republican primary race for President of the United States. What is not commonly known are the reasons behind this decision. It is not my way to thrust my view point down someone’s throat. However, I hold my opinions strongly and thoughtfully, and I hope you will take some time to consider the points I raise in this essay. I will address my principled reasons first and secondly my practical reasons for supporting Senator Ted Cruz.  Continue reading

Thoughts from Sunday on Monday: A Kingdom Calling

A post on “Sermonettes”, and excellent blog by a handsome fellow. In honor of St. Patrick’s Day…

Sermonettes

St. Patrick’s Day is not just a holiday about Irish stuff. It isn’t just a day for remembering we have that green suit jacket in the closet, or having an excuse for pinching our party-pooping friends. (You know who you are!)

It’s a day for remembering the “missionary mindset” that all Christians should adopt and encourage. It’s a real holiday with a real reason behind it. Much like Christmas get’s turned into materialism and Easter gets turned into egg laying bunnies, St. Patrick’s day is about so much more than green beer and shamrocks.

Separating myth from fact is sometimes difficult when you are talking about history that is 1600-1700 years old. But here are the facts that I know.

Patrick was actually an Englishman who was captured as a boy by pirates and sold into slavery in Ireland. After a few years (probably not 12) as a slave he…

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Enough Said…

This poem was written some years ago, but is today dedicated to the memory of Mark Neiger and for the comfort of his family. We are all praying for you guys.

Sometimes He Says Nothing

by Jarod Hinton, 2006

If I had words to speak just now

that would your comfort bring,

I would not cease to make them known

and ease your sorrowing.

But such a song does not exist

‘least one of which I know,

For only to our Lord’s dear side

for comfort can we go.

He knows the words, and speaks the truth,

our hearts do yearn to hear.

His wisdom, grace, and strength do find

the way to ease our tears.

But even he at times speaks not,

and his presence only gives;

And stands beside us near at hand

while our grief and sorrow live.

And while we weep, and mourn our loss,

another sound we hear.

The soft, sweet weeping of the Lord

as he stands beside us near.

For he does know the hurt and pain.

He’s acquainted with our grief.

He is familiar with the times

when pain finds no relief.

So throw yourself upon his love.

Weep freely in his breast.

There is no friend so close as he;

and his comfort is the best.

The Meaning of America

I know that there is a lot to be concerned about in our nation. There is no doubt that our society is headed for great destruction. Anyone with half a conscience can see the wholesale moral corruption of our land. I am genuinely and understandably concerned about the future of our entire society.
But I have been thinking (since Independence Day) about what the United States of America stands for in the world. At least, for that which it used to stand. Continue reading

My father…

Well, a day late but hopefully not a dollar short.

My father was a man of several faults, which he would willingly admit, …but I have seen those faults lessen and even disappear over time. That is better than I can say of many other men. The ability to admit you’re wrong and then change is the mark of humble manhood.

My father has a deep compassion for others. Especially for those who are lost sheep wandering from the Lord. He is a strong man with a tender heart. You will never hear him compromise on the Truth of God’s Word, but he deeply longs for others to find the joy and peace in Christ that he enjoys. This balance between truth and mercy is the mark of mature manhood.

My father has great passion and drive. He is passionate about (among other things) our nation, the rights of the unborn, and the Gospel going forth in the world. But his greatest passion is for his family. No other cause, no other mission, is so dear to him as to see his children walk in truth. He has given his greatest effort and invested the biggest part of himself into his family. That kind of self-sacrifice is the mark of a Christ-like man.

I greatly admire and love my Dad and I will always be grateful God gave me to him.

Happy Father’s Day!

Birthday, pre-cancer battle.

Birthday, pre-cancer battle.

Dad, with sister Katie.

Dad, with sister Katie.

Celebrating with grandson

Celebrating with grandson

Creativity and Inspiration

OH the simple joy of creating a character and “discovering” how he would respond in a given situation. Oh the joy of creating that situation! 🙂 I had quite a fine 45 minute writing session today. Got those creative juices flowing.

I remember the first time it happened to me. That moment when you feel as though you are floating on the wind of inspiration and suddenly your writing doesn’t feel like work any more. I was writing about a planet. The planet Pridon. I started writing about how Pridon was more than half one huge city, and that the other part was a harsh wilderness that only the native people spent much time in. Then I started writing about the nature of the relationship between the “colonists” and the “natives” and then about cultural backgrounds, and then about politics and government and, get this, a five point compass instead of four. I remember feeling as though I was “discovering” this new and interesting planet, not actually creating it from scratch. It was a remarkable and exciting moment.

I’ve often thought of writing a story about this city-planet. Perhaps I will do something short. What do y’all think?

Today I spent time outlining my book. Finished chapter 2. (Just the outline mind you.) Had to find a way to make the hero become a pivotal part of the story so he would be pulled into the intrigue and surprises being planned by major characters. Found a somewhat unique way I think. Got me excited to see the plot coming together a little bit. 🙂 Stay tuned!

Youthful Parents

I was listening to the radio this morning and I heard a little snip-it: “Here’s a thought: Children are a great comfort in your old age. They will also help you reach it faster.”

While this made me chuckle inside, almost immediately it also made me indignant. There is a grain of truth in the fact that children cause a good deal of stress and require a great deal of attention and work. Some of the hardest work in the world is training, shaping, and loving a person from infancy into adulthood. Getting them to decent adulthood is even harder than that. And training mighty men and women up from the selfish children they start out being is a task so big only God can do it.

However, I do not believe children rob us of our youthfulness. I believe they extend it! There is nothing to keep you young like a 18 month old who likes to get into everything. Talk about a work out! It also keeps my mind sharp to be always aware of where he is, not to mention being aware of how I am training him. Yes, it is also tiring, but just because it tires me out does not mean it is stealing my youth. Nothing worth having was easily attained.

Just for giggles I looked up synonyms to “youthful” and these are some: enthusiastic, fresh, full of life, keen, vigorous, active, buoyant. In my opinion, these things are encouraged and grow stronger in my life BECAUSE I have children. Some reduction in these qualities is normal because…well…big surprise…..I’m growing older. But they are kept alive longer because my children keep me young.