Momma Bears

 

The backlash was inevitable. In fact, it was a certainty. The only mystery that remained was how big it was going to be, and if, when the dust settled and the numbers were tallied, it would make a difference one way or the other. It has often been said that the most dangerous animal you can come across is a momma bear protecting her cubs. Even if you don’t pose a threat or mean to harm her babies, your very presence is often enough to make a momma bear irate to the point of attack.

What has been happening throughout this nation, and more poignantly in Virginia of late, is anything but harmless or unintentional. I’ve been watching with a keen eye because we were at a crossroads of sorts. Either all sense of morality and decency were dead and buried, and the majority had become like Lot in Sodom offering up their children just to spare themselves, or a silent majority would send a message that was undeniable in its intent.

For those unaware, Virginia elected its latest Governor yesterday, and the outcome was as much of a shock to some as the 2016 presidential elections. Although I’ve not as yet seen video of advisors and henchmen mumbling to themselves in a daze, I assure you they exist.

This election was supposed to be a walk. Show up to a few venues, shake a few hands, reassure people that we’re on the right track, and that would be that. Everything was going according to plan until two things happened almost simultaneously. First, a boy in a skirt sodomized a girl in a High School bathroom, and the school board tried to cover it up. Second, one of the candidates insisted that parents had no business deciding what their children were being taught.

If you read into the messaging, hardworking, tax-paying parents were basically told to shut up and take it. Pay your taxes, let us indoctrinate your children, and thank us for doing it. So what if your daughter is just as likely to be raped as she is to learn algebra on any given day? The way of progress is never a straight line, and if we can shove an agenda down the throat of an entire generation, what’s a rape here and there?

Evidently, the momma bears of Virginia didn’t take too kindly to being told that their children were going to be sodomized, indoctrinated, and abused and that they had no say so in the matter. They came out in droves and made their voices heard not with violence or supergluing themselves to the sidewalk but by exercising their constitutional right of voting.

No, this isn’t a turning of the tide. We’ve not restored America. I am, however, guardedly optimistic that there are more and more people waking up to the plans and machinations of arrogant elitists who see most folks in this country as cows to be milked or sheep to be fleeced.

As I said to a friend in conversation the other day, this was never about reversing judgment; it’s always been about putting it off for as long as possible. Yes, I know, that doesn’t sit well with some who just want to watch the world burn, and they’re anxious because they just made a fresh batch of popcorn, but I’m not one of those individuals.

If judgment is delayed, it is a good thing. If the church gets its act together and uses the time wisely, calling men to repentance, it’s even better.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.