My Brother, My Friend.

This past week, we heard of the tragic passing of a good man. He was a good father, son, husband, grandfather, and most of all, a man of God. My heart breaks for the Gegg family. His sons were friends of my sons, and I know the pain of losing a father. His passing came very quickly and very suddenly and all too soon for those of us who must remain behind. My heart goes out to Rachelle, Hannah, Matt, Aaron and Peter. Their strength through all of this has been inspiring, and I take joy and comfort in joining them in the knowledge that we will all be joined together again someday.

Now I've lost one of the best and dearest friends I've ever had.

Many have believed over the years that Bryce Mansfield and I were brothers. For all intents and purposes, we were. More often than not, that's how we introduced each other to others.

Biologically, of course, we weren't. But spiritually and emotionally, we most certainly were brothers.

What can you say about someone who has been your best friend for nigh on 30 years? How can one adequately describe the type of person he was? How can I satisfactorily share the pain I feel now that he's gone? I fear I don't have the right words to give the answers to any of those questions true justice.

The cliche's are easy: Loving, caring, tender-hearted, a good person, never met a stranger, and a man of God. For Bryce, that's all true, and yet comes nowhere close to really describing him with any measure of fullness.

For everyone who knew him, you'll agree with me when I say this: He truly was one of a kind. I simply do not know of even one person who did not instantly love Bryce upon meeting him. I do not know of even one person who does not continue to love the man to this day. Bryce had his flaws, no question -- we all do -- but I challenge you to think of anyone who doesn't just absolutely adore Bryce. From his long-time friends like me, to the casual friend of his parents, to the college student who only knew him as his dorm RA, to the waitress him brings him his breakfast at a restaurant, to the photog buddy he met in Michigan, with whom he literally only spent a few hours of his life, yet is still making the trek down here to Indiana to attend his funeral.

Not one. I can't think of even one. They ALL loved him, and never had anything but good things to say about him. Rarely did a day go by that someone didn't ask me about him. Almost everyone who knew he and I as friends connected at the hip would constantly ask me how Bryce was doing if they didn't see us together. "How is Bryce doing?" That's a question I fielded almost daily, usually multiple times a day.

But that's the easy part. Liking and loving Bryce was easy, because Bryce made it easy to do.

Now comes the hard part. The part where I have to try to tell you the impact he had on my life, and the life of my family. That part is much, much harder, because I don't think the words exist to adequately describe it. But after thinking about it over the past several days, here's but a meager summary: I am a better person for having known him.

I met Bryce in high school. He started hanging out with the band I was in at the time. Not so much for the music -- although I'm honored to know he always has loved the music I made -- but rather more for the Spiritual component. We were a Christian band, and we sung songs about Jesus, and that attracted Bryce, because he had a hunger to know Jesus. He was big and strong, even then, capable of grabbing two Peavey bass cabinets, one in each hand, and loading them to the stage. For reference, it usually took two people to carry just one cabinet! But he went quickly from little more than just a roadie who hung out with the band to being not only our sound man, but a trusted spiritual peer and ally, who was as active and vital to our weekly Bible studies as any of us on stage.

From there, we simply became deep friends, and he continued to hang out with me and my wife long after the band broke up. Like me, my wife -- who just so happened to be Bryce's junior high crush (that went for a lot of teasing between us!) -- has always considered Bryce her brother, and treated him as such. Over the years, Bryce and I worked together, sometimes as a peers, other times literally he was an employee of mine. And every friend I had instantly became best friends with Bryce. And every family member I have instantly became family with Bryce. My Mom became one of his many mothers, and my brothers and sisters became his brothers and sisters.

And when my children were born, they instantly had an Uncle Bryce.

At our family birthdays, Bryce was there, didn't matter what family member it was. At our family Thanksgiving and Christmas gatherings, Bryce was there. And he wasn't a visitor. People expected him to be there, and would ask me where he was if he was absent. It was never just "Paul and Ginger" are coming. It was "Paul and Ginger and Bryce" are coming.

My friends became his friends because that was the package. If you got me, you usually got Bryce, and without exception, Bryce instantly won them over. I'm so honored to know that so many who love Bryce today and consider him a good friend do so because he simply was hanging out with me, and, as always, was along for the ride.

And that extended to my kids' friends. Not only did my boys have their Uncle Bryce, but their classmates had an Uncle Bryce as well. Many was the time we would walk into one of the boys' schools, and a classmate of theirs would instantly come running to Bryce -- before anyone else, I might add -- exclaiming "Uncle Bryce!" And he would wrap them up in one of those patented Bryce bear hugs. One of my son's school basketball games was briefly halted once as virtually the whole team came running to Uncle Bryce when he entered the gym!

I have thousands of great memories with Bryce. The time he broke the seat in my van. The time he hid a baby rabbit he'd found in his jacket pocket and took him to a club I was working at that night. The time he "playfully" body-slammed my brother, Kevin, during a Cowboy's Super Bowl win, nearly breaking his back. The time he smashed a raw egg into every nook and cranny of my mother's kitchen. The countless talks, discussions, late night chats. About everything from girls, family, politics, kids, life and death, and Jesus. Each of them special, each of them personal, and yet today, all of them morphing into one giant happy memory of Bryce.

And while Bryce had many friends over the years, and so many who were moved and touched by him, and certainly others he was close to, I'm proud to say, and not the least bit shy about exclaiming that I was his best and closest. It was Bryce and I who continued to drift back together after every foray we'd take in life. He was there when I graduated high school, there when I married my wife, there when my children were born, there for their various school graduations, and culminated in us spending almost every waking hour together in the last couple of years as we worked and played together once again.

Bryce has his own spot in my living room... what does that tell you? (And what does it say about how big a person Bryce was that as an avid St. Louis Cardinals fan, he could sit, sometimes up to 15 or 16 hours a day, in my Cincinnati Reds living room?)

What we all worried about happening to Bryce someday has now happened. And now I miss my brother very much. But I can tell you this... Bryce, more than any other person I'd ever met in my life, truly looked forward to going to Heaven. He desired to see and meet Jesus. He was tired, and in a lot of physical pain -- for many years, I suspect -- and he was ready for it all to be over.

As much as he loved his family, and his friends, and my family -- and yes, even me -- he loved Jesus more. And in the end, he is now where he really wanted to be all along. And that is how it should be.

So this is not a goodbye, but rather, a farewell, until we see each other again. Because we will see each other again. And it was Bryce's fervent prayer and greatest desire that everyone he knew -- his friends, and especially his family -- come to know Jesus, so that he could see them all again one day too.

So, to honor Bryce, let's let this time be a challenge to us all. If you already know Jesus, then you can rejoice with us that we will all meet again someday. But don't miss the chance to tell your friends and family you love them. Because tomorrow isn't guaranteed.

But if you don't know Jesus, and you'd like to, and you'd also like to know what made Bryce the kind of person he was, then I want to invite you check in with someone. Go to a church and talk to a minister, or even just another church-goer. Visit a Bible study during the week, or just drop by a church office and find someone to talk to. If that doesn't work, then give me a call. I'll talk to you.

It's what Bryce would want.

Part 2: A Hill Worth Dying On

As many of you have seen over the last few days, I've had quite the scrum with several people on Facebook over the recent comments Phil Robertson made in an interview with GQ Magazine.

I’m not shy about putting my opinions out there in a public forum. I guess that goes without saying. I've often thought that if you’re going to have opinions, you should not be afraid to put them out for all the world to see. Sometimes, I put things out just to “stir the pot,” as it were, to get the debate going and see what other people are really thinking.

Other times, I post, or comment on others’ posts, when something really moves me, and I feel like I want or need to weigh in. In either case, there’s  consequences, both good and bad, when you put yourself out on the line like that, and there’s times when I’m glad I did, and other times when I wish I’d thought better before blabbering on like I’m sometimes wont to do.

With regard to this most recent Duck Dynasty situation, and Robertson’s comments about sin as it’s defined in the Bible, I've read quite a bit on both sides of the debate, and I’m not afraid to say that I have some VERY strong feelings about the whole affair.

There are those who think this story is way overblown. There are some who claim this story pales in comparison in terms of importance with other problems of the world.

I've read some who've written, questioning whether or not this is a situation even worth getting worked up over. You know the old saying… “Is this a hill really worth dying on?” I've read some really enlightening articles recently that have highlighted mass Christian murders in the mission fields in foreign countries, and it begs the question: Is this Duck Dynasty deal really that big of deal when hundreds, and maybe even thousands, of Christians are being persecuted and killed all over the world every day for their belief in God?

That’s a good question.

The worst thing I've read is sheer apathy. People who are not Duck Dynasty fans couldn't give a rat’s behind about what Phil Robertson says to anybody, and they think the whole uproar is just plain silly. Worse, there are Christians who simply want to sit back and say, “Well, we can’t do anything about this anyway,” so instead, they prefer to do nothing. Many people are just already tired of hearing about it. They don’t see how it affects them anyway, and they think it’s stupid that everyone just keeps going on and on about it.

Well, I happen to think this is a VERY big deal, and I’ll tell you why.

I think we ignore the repercussions of all this at our own peril. The continued apathy towards having our faith and beliefs trampled is continuing to not only erode the moral fiber of this country, but feeds the vocal minority in continuing to silence those of us who speak the Truth that this country was founded upon. One of the reasons we are where we are in this country is because we have stood by in those moments of Truth, and we've done nothing, allowing to enemy to get an even better foothold.

You see, there’s a reason the Bible is the #1 selling book of all time. Additionally, it’s no coincidence that The Passion of the Christ is one of the top grossing movies of all time, and no accident that Duck Dynasty is the top rated reality show of all time.

It’s no accident. Those things are popular because they proclaim the Truth of Jesus Christ, and there is a yearning and a hunger, and even a need, in this country to hear more of the Truth of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Our country is longing for a return to the Christian values upon which this country was founded. Those who seek to destroy and tear down those values are a significant minority, and yet those of us who want to preserve them continue to stand by idly and let them get away with it. The problem in this instance is that A&E has significantly underestimated the majority feeling in this country. They've kowtowed to a minority viewpoint – a very VOCAL minority, I’ll give them that – but a minority no less.

And that’s the primary reason this is such a big deal. The whole world is watching right now. This isn't some two-bit show that’s barely hanging on in the ratings. This is the highest rated reality TV show in the country right now – and is so because of the Christian following it is Millions of people the world over are watching the Christian reaction to all of this. If we back down now, the world is going to see that they can continue to push around Christians and we’re not going to do anything about it.

For those who are concerned about worldwide missions, think of the message that sends to the Christians who are being persecuted in foreign countries. America is seen as a beacon of hope for Christians the world over. If they see that we’re not willing to stand up for our convictions here, where the consequences are little more than a TV show coming to an end, how easy will it be for them to deny Christ when there are real consequences at stake?

Moreover, many worldwide missions are funded by American churches and organizations. In many ways, those Christians who are being so persecuted throughout the world have little chance of hearing the Gospel in the first place without the aid of American ministries. If we continue to allow our Christian values to be stripped of us here in the states in the name of Political Correctness, how soon will it be before our ability to take the Gospel to “all the nations” is stripped away too? So don’t tell me that we should ignore persecution here in America, however slight it is perceived, in favor of worldwide persecution when the truth is that the ability to overcome the former is directly tied to our ability to overcome the latter.

A good friend of mine, Richard Holler, continues to comment on Facebook about how “WE THE PEOPLE” continue to stand by and do nothing as the Political Correctness crowd slowly but surely erodes away our Christian values. Each separate incident seems insignificant by itself. Removing the Ten Commandments from the courthouse lawn seems like such a silly thing over which to get worked up. So too do the comments of some “hick, redneck TV star.” But when you see the bigger picture, all the sudden our children can’t pray in schools, millions of unborn babies are dead, traditional marriage is mocked while divorce rates skyrocket, and we all are forced to pay for birth control and abortions. And all you need to do is look around to see the ramifications of the traditional family being torn apart. What else won’t we be able to do tomorrow? Or worse, what will our heathen government force us to do or accept?

According to the Bible, there is a time to “Turn the other cheek.” But there is also a time to “overturn the money changers’ tables” in the temple courts. I believe it’s high time we “overturn a few tables,” as it were. It’s high time we start standing up and fighting for our Christian values before there all stripped away from us and there’s nothing left to fight for.

The world is watching... I believe we have just one more chance in this country to turn it around. We may not have another.

Part 1: Judgment

God loves the sinner...

But GOD HATES THE SIN!

Boy, am I glad about that. Because like the Apostle Paul, I am chief among sinners.

There, I said it, and for some reason, I don't feel much better. While that's a Biblical precept that I believe is an accurate picture how God feels about his people, it seems more and more in today's society that most people want to stop after the first line.

Many in society today -- including many who claim to be devout Christians -- want to picture God as a big teddy bear, who constantly has his big arms open, ready to hug anyone who comes by, no matter what kind of life they live. For the most part, there's truth in that assessment. God indeed is ready to receive, love and redeem anyone who wants to accept him. Most people want to believe that God is going to welcome everybody who's a "good person" into Heaven, no matter what kind of lifestyle they choose to live.

But again, many want to stop at the hug. When the rest of the Bible reveals that there are certain precepts we have to adhere to, certain laws we have to live by, when it shows the kind of lifestyle we are expected to lead, when it condemns those who choose to turn their backs on God's laws, well then, that's where the lullaby stops.

Obviously, I've had a lot of conversations over the last couple days about the comments Phil Robertson made in an interview in GQ magazine. I'm not going to give you all the details. You can read the interview yourself here. But suffice to say, it has polarized a lot of people, and we've each chosen to align ourselves with a certain side.

As is often the case, most people have missed the bigger point.

Problem #1: Phil's comments about the bible are correct. It really does say that homosexuals -- along with a host of other sinful types -- will not inherit the Kingdom of God. Those aren't my words. They're not Phil's words. They're God's words. I'm not judging someone, or condemning them. I'm presenting them with Biblical truth. That someone doesn't believe in Scripture is not my problem. I can't force anyone to believe in the Bible or God, anymore than God himself can.

The most common misconception in the Bible is the belief that we are not supposed to judge. It's the first thing most non-Christians -- and many Christians -- go to when they feel attacked. Without any real knowledge of the Bible in full, they will run to the Scripture (or Scriptures) that they believe says thou shalt not judge.

Now, the problem with that is: 1) they are often confusing -- on purpose, I might add -- judging someone's actions with judging someone's soul, and 2) the Bible does indeed provide us the freedom to judge someone's actions.

True: Only God can judge your soul. There are countless Bible verses that proclaims God alone as the One able to save and redeem, and in turn erase your name from the Book of Life. James 4 proclaims that truth.

But we are indeed allowed -- and sometimes required -- to discern and judge the actions of others based on Biblical truth. I could write it all out myself, but here are two very good articles on the misconceptions of judging in the bible. Both say it better, and probably more succinctly than I would. #1 and #2.

There's other Scripture that allows us to speak about our ability to discern others based on the "fruit" they produce. It says that bad trees will produce bad fruit, but that good trees will produce good fruit. It's pretty simple really... If your life is producing bushels of bad fruit, there's a pretty good chance you're not living right, at least not adhering to the Biblical principles that God has set. If you're producing good fruit, then maybe you're doing a few things right.

And yet, even then, just because someone is a good person doesn't mean they're necessarily going to Heaven, for the Bible says there is only one way to get to Heaven, and that's through Jesus Christ. (John 14:6) Unfortunately, I know a lot of really good people who don't have a relationship with Jesus. Does that mean I can just ignore the truth of John 14 just because I happen to know someone who's a "pretty good guy"? Or because they're a good friend or relative of mine? Of course not.

The bottom line is that we are commanded to "speak the truth in love," and I'll be the first to admit that I fail sometimes on the "love" part. But that doesn't mean we are to cower away each time the truth of the Bible is attacked. I believe we are to stand in truth, and stand up to defend what we know is right about Scripture.

People simply don't want to be told they're wrong. And they certainly don't like it when you tell them that God is not please with the way they're living. When confronted with the truth of Scripture, most who are living the dark will lash out and try to deflect the discernment on their lives. For most of us, if we truly care and love each other, that's called "accountability." But for someone who's trying to deny their sin, they call it "judging."

But I'm not defending my rules. I'm defending God's. I did not say Thou Shalt not Covet. God did. I did not say Thou Shalt not Murder. God did. I did not say Thou Shalt not Steal. God did. But see... those are all rules that most people don't oppose. Those are all God's laws that virtually everyone agrees with. And none of us have a problem with calling someone out who covets, or is a murderer or a thief.

But I did not say homosexuality is a sin. God did.

And the fact that others don't agree with that law doesn't make it any less true.

Fortunately for all of us, God is loving and ever merciful and is big and gracious enough to forgive our sins.

Standing Up for What You Believe

The other day, I read a news story about the SpaghettiO's people. Seems they posted a very benign tweet about Pearl Harbor that offended a few people. They ultimately deleted the tweet and then issued an apology. In reading through the reader comments on the story -- over 300 of them -- they all -- and I mean ALL -- supported SpaghettiO's, and questioned why they would have ever deleted the post in the first place. Not one comment expressed any contempt for the SpaghettiO’s people.

Which led me to the question: Who are these people who get offended so quickly and easily, and why are so many so quick to capitulate to them and issue apologies the instant someone gets offended?

This evening I shared an opinion of mine on Facebook. Well, not really an opinion so much as it was a question. It was a question born out of a frustration of mine that has been building for some time. Regardless, there were no names mentioned, and while it certainly was related to the circumstances of many I know, it was not pointed at anyone specifically.

Needless to say, I offended some people -- some who I feel very close to. Upon posting it, many of my Facebook friends weighed in with their own thoughts and opinions, which I welcome openly. I must admit, often is the time I will post something on Facebook for the express purpose of “stirring the pot,” as it were, just to get the discussions going. I love the discourse.

In fact, I would submit that that is the primary purpose of social media sites like Facebook, and others like them; to give the average Joe like myself a voice – a place where he can go to voice his thoughts, concerns, opinions and ideas, and otherwise just keep in touch with the rest of the world in a way we were never able to in the past. We all, of course, have the right to remain silent.

But being opinionated is kinda my thing, and if you’re gonna put yourself out there, you got to have some tough skin sometimes, because you know you’re going to tick someone off, or offend or hurt someone, sometimes people you love.

There are those who think it is better to keep your mouth shut and save feelings. No confrontation. There’s certainly a time for that. The question, “Is that a hill is worth dying on?” is a wise one to ask when you’re dealing with sensitive subjects. However, sometimes we sacrifice the truth at the peril of those who need to hear it just because we don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings. Often times, that tactic does little more than allow a bad situation to fester to the point that it boils over into something much bigger and much worse than it ever should have been. How many times have we avoided a fight or an argument in the beginning, only to have a much more severe confrontation later because the problem was never dealt with?

Sometimes the truth hurts, and you have to be willing to share it with those who need it, sometimes for their own good, whether they want to hear it or not.

But being opinionated also comes with a great responsibility. First and foremost, you have to have your facts straight and accurate. Opinions, as they say, are like buttholes, and everyone’s got one. But your opinion won’t hold much weight if you don’t have facts to back it up. It has to be based on something concrete, and it’s not enough to just say, “Well, that’s my opinion,” if in fact your opinion is either false, or just plain wrong. That’s not the same thing as disagreeing. It is possible to disagree on a subject on which both parties are right, or at least partially so, with both opinions being based on various aspects of truth and facts. But whether we want to admit it or not, sometimes our opinions are just wrong. (Think: Obamacare.)

But a bigger responsibility is to be able to convey your opinion in a way that is most effective, and that usually entails the effort to deliver it with some tact, being as sensitive as possible to not hurt people to the extent that they just tune out and ultimately miss the whole point you were trying to make. Being blunt and to the point is one thing, and even being the kind of person who “tells it like it is” can be valuable, but if you offend people enough either through lack of clarity, untactful language, or just plain meanness, then you will have lost your audience completely, and that’s usually worse than offending someone.

I admit, this is where I fail more often than not. I pride myself on getting the facts straight, and at the risk of sounding boastful, I usually do a pretty good job of making sure the facts back up my opinion. But the written word can be a funny thing, and sometimes it can be very difficult to deliver what needs to be said without stinging a few people. Sometime, it can just be misunderstood because the reader doesn’t read the piece with the same inflection you intended when you wrote it.

But the biggest responsibility of all is you have to stand by what you say, and what you believe. Unless proven wrong – and God help us all recognize when we are wrong and be willing to admit to it – you cannot compromise what you believe. The moment you start to waffle, people will dismiss you as a hack. I believe in the concept that you put your name on your opinions, you stand by them, and you prepare yourself to defend them even in the face of adversity and the resistance of others. In other words, man up, and stand by what you believe.

I have no problem with that in most cases. But in tonight’s example, for a variety of reasons, I caved, and deleted my original post.

I regretted it immediately.

Not only because of my firm belief that you don’t back down from what you believe, but also because it deleted the comments of all of those who had taken the time to share their thoughts and opinions on the subject. Most of them, I must say, were in favor of my original post, and almost all were insightful and offered something of worth to the subject. I made the decision to not only back away from what I had stated, but also to wipe out thoughts and opinions of others that quite frankly did not belong to me.

Let me say this very carefully before I conclude. I pulled down my post for a variety of reasons…. I had hurt some, about which I was readily informed, and some of those were family members I never intended to even engage in this, let alone offend. Furthermore, I also received a visit from an angry boyfriend offering a thinly veiled threat that perhaps there could be further trouble if I didn’t delete it. The visit came after dark, with a darkly hooded associate in tow who I can only assume was there to exude further encouragement to the boyfriend.

I have been sick about it ever since. After he left, I thought, “no way” am I going to delete the post. And then I got to thinking: what if he’s a nutball and comes back with a gun or something, and then my little opinions get my family all shot up, and even though I would be making a stand, getting you and your family killed over a little Facebook post simply isn’t a cool way to die, and my Mom would be mad at me if it all went down that way?

And then I thought, “what if he’s right?” What if persisting in the whole issue really isn’t helping but doing more damage? What if maybe this wasn’t the best way, and the best place, to be trying to make this particular point?

So, all things considered, I put the kibosh on it all. And now I regret it.

And here’s why… First, what I said, and what I was trying to defend was right. I clearly stated that I am not without fault, far from perfect, and have made my share of bad decisions and choices in the past. But none of that changes the truth of what I was trying to say, which a simple defense of the family, and the importance of having BOTH parents in the house when raising a child. It is true – and the facts back this up – that, on the whole, children do better when they have both parents in the home, loving each other and loving the child and raising them right. That’s just simple logic.

But secondly, I regret it because backing away from my opinions go against every grain of my being. I am a firm believer in being able to look someone in the eye and say, “hey, I said what needed to be said.” I believe you don’t apologize for your feelings, and in this case, when the going got a little tough, I backed down, and I feel awful about it because I think that sends the wrong message to my kids. Sometimes you have to stand up for what you believe in, even if it gets a little messy. How can I look people in the eye and tell them I am a man of my word if I back away from my word at the first sign of trouble?

Lastly, I just don’t like that someone violated my personal space. He didn’t like it either, I suppose, even though his personal space was somewhere in California on a Facebook server, and I guess you got to give him props for choosing to share his views personally rather than on a keyboard. He stood up for his girl, you gotta give him that.

But I must admit, it caught me a little off guard and to my detriment, I wasn’t as prepared as he was. I mean, he had a flunky with him. MY flunky was sitting back in the living room, unaware I was in need of a flunky.

So, was I wrong or right? I don’t know. I didn’t see anything wrong the original post, and most of the commenters didn’t either, but again… the whole sensitivity thing.

As for deleting it, well, for that I think now I was absolutely wrong. I may have hurt some people, and for that I’m truly sorry. But by giving in and taking back what I said, I think makes me look like a fraud, and I think it says that I’m weak and my actions don’t follow my words. I think it sends the message that the truth of what I was trying to convey simple wasn’t worth fighting for.

And that makes me sick.

What a Real Man Does

You know, I don't want to kick a man while he's down, and I certainly don't want to be insensitive about the loss of a child, but I had a weird feeling the moment I heard about the death of Adrian Peterson's two-year old son.

This morning, TMZ is reporting that Peterson -- who is the recipient of an outpouring of sympathy and well-wishes throughout the NFL, and the media as a whole -- first met this little boy this past week while in the ICU after the beating that eventually took his little life.

That's right -- according to the report, Peterson didn't even know he had the son until a couple months ago, and had only planned to meet the toddler in a couple months -- presumably when it fit into his NFL schedule. Upon hearing of the beating, he flew to South Dakota to check things out, and -- again, according to the report -- is doing all he can now to help with the tragedy.

According to various other reports, Peterson has at least two other, different children, with two different mothers out there somewhere.

Now -- and this must be said -- I don't immediately take the TMZ report as total truth. I mean, they are a tabloid-like outfit, but traditionally, they tend to be fairly accurate in their reports, and are often cited as a source in more traditional media reports. On the other hand, it doesn't surprise me at all that that same traditional media wouldn't be reporting this side of the story. If it's true, they will eventually, but so far, it doesn't fit the narrative.

And so, I ask: If it's true, does that make you feel differently about Adrian Peterson?

I'm in Tennessee right now, visiting my son who left home for college about two months ago. I have my other younger son with me and my wife. This is part of a two week vacation for us, and before I left, someone asked me the age old question -- are we going on this vacation alone or taking our kids with us? My answer was, as always -- of course I'm taking my kids with me.

It's why I had kids. It's why my wife and I decided to have a family together. I'm not judging anyone else, and I'm not saying that Ginger and I haven't taken time for ourselves at times -- especially since the boys have gotten older. But since they were born, and have been in our house, our children have ALWAYS gone on vacation with us, because I had a family so we could all be and do things together.

In fact, except for a three-day trip three years ago to Las Vegas that was bought and paid for by our in-laws for the purposes of celebrating Ginger's dad's birthday, this will be the first vacation Ginger and I have taken since we've had children that we didn't have BOTH boys with us. After we leave Cory here in Tennessee, we're heading on down to Florida for a week, and he has to stay back here for school. It will just be Ginger, me and our youngest. And until HE moves on to college on his own, he will go on vacations with us.

Why do I tell you this? Because I believe a real man invests himself in his family. I believe a real man marries one woman, commits to her, has a family with her, and spends the rest of his life with her. And I believe that man takes care of his kids, and spends every possible moment with them, and raises them to value the family, until one day they are ready to leave home and start a family of their own.

If the reports are true, I don't think Adrian Peterson is a real man, and I don't think the adulation that has been -- and is sure to be in the coming days -- heaped upon him is deserved. Again, I'm not saying we don't mourn the tragedy. In fact, perhaps the circumstances make it even more tragic. It certainly isn't that young toddler's fault that his parents chose to place him in such a sucky existence.

A real man doesn't impregnate multiple women like some bee pollinating a field of flowers. A real man has a family with his wife, and stays by them forever. A real man -- especially one with the financial resources as has Peterson -- certainly doesn't let his child fall into the hands of a nutball like the one who beat and killed him.

Now, before you go off on me, I'm not talking about situations beyond our control. I know there are people who split up all the time, with spouses running off and leaving their families and taking away children from parents who never asked for or wanted the separation. I know there are plenty of real men out there who have had their families snatched away from them because of a selfish ex-wife. And vice-versa.

And I know there are children everyday who are stolen away -- through no fault of their parents -- by psychopaths who do unspeakable things to those children, leaving their families to live the rest of their lives with undue guilt wondering what more they could have done to protect their children.

And I'm not even talking about people who make mistakes. I'VE made mistakes, to be sure. I'm not perfect, and I'm not casting the first stone by any stretch. There are men and women out there who have strayed or had momentary lapses of judgment, but in the end, have repented and and asked forgiveness and done whatever it takes to make sure they end up doing the right thing by their families. People make mistakes.

No, I'm not talking about those families. I'm talking about men like Adrian Peterson, who are little more than mangy dogs, who prey on women, create children, and then leave them to fend for themselves in a world that quite frankly isn't all that safe.

I have friends -- real men -- who have had to watch their children die because of some tragic disease or catastrophic accident who won't get the media attention Adrian Peterson is getting right now. Men who love their families, and would die for them themselves. Those are real men. Men I aspire to be.

No, Adrian Peterson is no hero to me, or a tragic victim. I feel sorry for his loss -- I really do. And I pray this tragedy will open his eyes to what being a real man is all about. There's hope for him -- because there is always hope in God. And I will write a blog of rejoice if he should turn his life around and do right by whatever family he has left. I promise I will.

But until then, I will stand by my family, and I will stand by my friends, and I will champion those who are trying to be real men, by doing what is right by their wives and their children.

A former friend of mine -- who recently just up and walked out on his family -- recently sent me a question via a text message. It asked, "Do you think you need to be happy and 'googly eyed' in love with your significant other 100% of the time?" Given that this person has just abandoned his family, I've pondered that question for the past two months, wondering how I should reply -- because I want to reply.

So I will do it here. Here's my answer, and perhaps he'll read this: ABSOLUTELY! That's what a real man does! He loves his spouse -- and his family -- 100% of the time. He is "googly eyed" every moment he lays eyes on the beautiful woman he chose as his wife. Your wife and kids deserve your unquestioned and unconditional love and protection 100% of the time.

THAT'S what a real man does.

Never Forget...

Today is 9/11. This day means a lot of things to a lot of people.

For my sister, it means it is her birthday. 9/11 was a very important day to her years before it meant anything to anybody else. How would you like to have the day of your birthday remembered worldwide as the day of one of the most tragic events in world history?

For me, 9/11 is the anniversary of the day Pete Rose broke the Major League Baseball all-time hits record and became the most prolific base-hitter in baseball history. As a Reds fan, I remember things like that. Do I remember where I was that day? Of course I do. I had taped the game on my VCR (kids... ask your parents what a VCR is) because I had Spotlighter practice at school. Watched the game after I got home.

For some -- at least for four families -- 9/11 is now the day they remember that muslim thugs broke into the place overseas their loved ones worked and murdered them in cold blood why our government leaders stood by and watched.

Of course, for most, 9/11 is THE day. Maybe the worst day of their lives. Certainly the most sad. The day we all watched our nation attacked -- unprovoked -- and thousands of innocent lives were slaughtered and shattered. We all remember where we were that day.

I've watched all morning as people all over social media have posted pictures of flags, soldiers, first responders and victims on their sites, most with the words, "Never Forget," and I wonder: Have we really "never forgotten?"

Why is it only today we must "Never Forget?" Many of those who have posted such items are the same people who now blame President Bush for plunging us into an "unnecessary" war. Many have complained about the money our country has spent on those wars, and the lives that have been lost fighting them, and the economic woes into which they believe our country was plunged they perceive because of the wars. Many of those some people with flags on their posts think George W. Bush is a war monger. They think the man who never campaigned as a wartime president -- and yet was thrust into 9/11 mere months after taking office -- who then ultimately prevented another attack on our soil, is an incompetent blunderer who ruined our country, started hurricanes, and destroyed our economy.

Never Forget.

Our current President has based his entire farcical foreign policy on blaming President Bush for waging "two" wars. (I've wondered, by the way, why people classify the War on Terror as two wars, simply because it has been fought in multiple places. World War II was fought heavily in two different parts of the world -- Europe and West Pacific Islands -- and yet, everyone sees that as just one war.) President Obama has publicly labeled the War on Terror as, quote, "unnecessary" and "costly" and "un-winnable." He blamed Bush for paying for those wars on a "credit card."

Never Forget.

Last night, President Obama said, "I will not pursue an open-ended action like Iraq or Afghanistan," while at the same time asking the citizens of the United States to support a military action that, in effect, supports rebels in another country who hold the same beliefs as those who hijacked our planes, knocked down the twin towers, destroyed part of our Pentagon, and killed thousands of our brothers and sisters.

Never Forget.

Last year, on the anniversary of this tragic day, muslim freaks, with malice and planned forethought, attacked our embassy in Benghazi, and savagely murdered four of our citizens. Most of the evidence surrounding that event that has since become public suggests that our government leaders -- including President Obama -- knew it was going to happen ahead of time, did nothing to prevent it, and little to nothing to stop it as it occurred, and instead chose to blame the whole event on a video some guy in Missouri made that was less than flattering to muslims. Our government has done nothing since to bring to justice those responsible. (I just saw on the news that another blast has rocked Benghazi this very morning.)

Never Forget.

Our president OPENLY supported the muslim brotherhood in their bloody takeover of Egypt. He even called it an "Arab Spring" and a "Dawn of Freedom" for Egypt. This same muslim brotherhood that once claimed among their ranks the hijackers of 9/11, and the same muslim brotherhood that is now slaughtering Christians by the hundreds in Egypt.

Never Forget.

How would you feel today if President Bush had done nothing? It is true that some of the intelligence info we had concerning Saddam Hussein has since proven to be false, and yet, did that make him any less dangerous to the world? Was there no reason to believe at the time that if he wasn't directly involved in the attacks, he at least supported it? Is the world not a better place without Saddam Hussein? Or is murderous-thug sons, who were so brutal they made their dad look like Mickey Mouse?

What about Bin Laden? What if Bush had never pursued him? Sure, he was finally gunned down under Obama's watch, but how much more damage could he have done if he had not been pushed into hiding by our pursuit? What could he have done if he believed he could operate without fear of retaliation from the United States? How many more Americans would he have murdered? How much stronger would Al Queda be today if we hadn't taken the fight to them? I'll tell you this... they've never attempted another attack here on our soil.

Never Forget.

Indeed, today is a good day to "Never Forget." But I would say that every day is a good day to "Never Forget." Because every day our President and his administration shows support for those who caused 9/11. Every time another muslim attack takes another American life, we're told that they're just "extremists" and they don't represent true muslims. That we're all just supposed to accept the premise that all they really want is peace and love, when all we ever see is murder and destruction. Our President gives little but lip service to our friends and allies in Israel, but asks us to support a military strike that will benefit muslim rebels in Syria.

You get that? President Obama is on public record as saying our war in Iraq and Afghanistan against the terrorists who caused 9/11 was a "foolish decision" by President Bush. As a member of the Senate in 2004, he voted against a troop surge and additional funding for the war, and as a candidate in 2008 vowed to end our involvement in Iraq, which he eventually did. But last night, he asked us to support those same muslim rebels with a military strike against their enemies.

Never Forget.

How many of you say you "Never Forget," but you have forgotten exactly why we were fighting in the first place? How many of you have forgotten that we didn't ask for this fight? They brought it to us. President Bush didn't go looking for a war. He had one dropped in his lap. How would you feel today if he had decided not to fight back? How would our world be different?

Ask yourself this... Knowing what we now know about President Obama: would you rather he had been President on 9/11? Do you think he has what it takes to have led us through that kind of event? Do you wish now that someone who supports muslim ideals would have in charge after they attacked us?

No, I choose to "Never Forget" every day. And I will "Never Forget" until those who keep doing these horrible things to our country, our freedom and our people are defeated and no longer a threat. And I will vote for and support leaders in our country who love America and will fight against those who try to destroy us, and not for them. I will "Never Forget" until we have a President who stands up for America and takes the fight to the bad guys.

Never Forget... today, tomorrow and every day after.

College Bound

Tomorrow I will send my oldest son off to college.

I'm not alone. Thousands -- probably millions -- of parents are going through the same thing I'm going through. Millions before me have been there, done that.

I wonder today how they got through it. How do we take our son, whose been ours and only ours for the last 18+ years, five hours away from home, drop him off and leave him there? How do we handle knowing that he will never live under our roof again? He doesn't belong to us anymore.

The answer is simple, of course. I know that.

You just do.

He, like those millions of others, will be fine. He will make his own way in the world, and he will have a family, and a career, and he will come and visit us on holidays, and breaks, and maybe other times too.

We will watch him mature and grow and become a worthy adult, and he will do great things, and hopefully enjoy life as much as his Mom and I do. We will be happy for him, and happy because of him.

I know that.

So why does my heart hurt so bad right now?