I spent Super Bowl Sunday afternoon with a terrific family from our church and their highly intelligent son, David, who is barely out of college.  He’s soft-spoken, a musician and an historian.  He’s also a little too tormented for someone his tender young age!  Tormented because he knows too much; too much about people, people who expect us to trust them.  My young friend knows about their lies, their greed and endless corruption.  I consider myself pretty well-informed, but he showed me stories I had not yet heard anything about. And I think he would have kept going…for days, if I hadn’t stopped him! I learned about Bayer Corporation dumping AIDS tainted drugs into the foreign market killing thousands of hemophiliac children—and the FDA knew about it—and I learned about a beautiful young college cheerleader who developed a horrible neurological disorder 10 hours after taking the H1N1 vaccine, and I learned about a scheme in which a bank is making millions by bidding ridiculously low amounts at auctions on foreclosed homes, then claiming a “loss” and collecting TARP monies, then selling the homes for a triple profit…

Then I had to just throw up my hands –or just throw up!—and say, “STOP!” You have to stop or my head is going to explode!”  You see I already knew about the lies of the Health Care Bill and Cap and Trade and Obama receiving a scholarship only given to foreign students and our pathetic lying liberal media not caring and the federalizing of our National Guard and Mark Kirk and his TARP money trail and the vicious lies and name-calling of us and our movement and so much more!  And my head was already swimming and still there’s more…and it keeps coming and it is endless!  So I ordered it to stop, though I have no power to stop it in reality I can at least stop from putting it in my head!  Part of me felt so guilty for it, because I am always preaching that we cannot stick our heads in the sand!  Sitting idly by and watching things happen that we KNEW were wrong has gotten us into the mess we are in! 

And then I gave this young man some advice that I needed myself.  We were not meant to be handle it all.  That’s His job…God’s that is…not ours.  Strange that sometimes we have to tell ourselves that we’re not Him.  You think we’d have an instinct about that sort of thing. 

So I am doing what I told this young man to do and what I tell my kids to do all the time.  I am picking my battles carefully.  I cannot save the world.  Not only am I incapable to do it but it is not my job to do so, and I have kids, friends, family, my church, all who need me too.  And while I will never put my head in the sand, sometimes I have to put my hands up and say, “Stop!  I am not God!” (Just in case my kids were wondering…yeah right!!)