following politics, pursuing holiness
(From Drew)
Ann Coulter is usually funnier – and not usually this insightful – but the analysis in her most recent column is brilliant. She gives about the clearest explanation I’ve heard yet about the real problems in the health care industry.
As a result, a young, healthy person has a choice of buying artificially expensive health insurance that, by law, covers a smorgasbord of medical services of no interest to him … or going uninsured.
(Guestpost from Drew)
We can fight socialism best by teaching Christians to despise all authority apart from the Bible. After all, the Bible is the Word of God. It offers eternal life to those who believe its gospel, and overabundant life to those who wisely heed its teachings.
By emphasizing biblical authority, I am not advocating worldwide revolution or the rejection of all hierarchy. We should, however, pressure those in authority over us to make sure their power actually derives from God’s Word – and not from their own minds.
(Guestpost from Drew)
Blessed is the man who finds Wisdom,
the man who gains understanding.
She is more profitable than silver,
and she yields better returns than gold.
She is a tree of life to those who embrace her
(Proverbs 3:13-15).
Economists routinely point out that government manipulation of the economy will lead to a shortage of goods. In the case of health care, the “goods” would be health care services.
Usually, socialists have enough sense to deny this obvious fact. They don’t generally just admit it outright. But apparently, Obama does not have much of this good political sense, because he admits that he wants to ration medicine – and thereby kill your grandmother.
I’ve hinted, referred, and obliquely referenced various matters, most recently just the other day when I said I’m taking a break from blogging. I’m trying! But in keeping with my “good gossip” policy (in which I repeat anything nice said about a person, especially to the person himself) I do want to comment on one really nice thing that happened this evening:
No less than fourteen! people in the hospital parking lot asked if they could help me tonight as I was changing my tire. Mind you, this is in a space of maybe forty minutes. (My spare was flat, too. Yes, I know… brilliant! I had to wait for my husband to bring me another tire.) No sooner would one get out of sight before another would approach. I get pretty cynical sometimes, but somehow when things are really bad, when I’m quite tired and emotionally wrung-out, it seems like God will send me some encouragement. There’s a lot to be thankful for, starting with the number of really decent, thoughtful people who have better things to do than stay outside on a steamy New Orleans July evening getting their hands dirty… yet offer to do so anyway.
