Pro-Choice Folks, I Understand…I Truly Do

Let us dispense with the pretenses.

Let us disavow the same tired rhetoric.

I know.

It’s a zygote, a clump of cells. It’s not a person. It’s your body. It’s your choice. You have reproductive rights. There is a war on women. If I’m against abortion, I won’t have one.

But can we please cut to the chase?

You hate men.

Rather, you hate manhood, the institution, masculinity.

Really, it’s the perceived patriarchy that generates your wrath, the system itself.

As long as men yield, as long as they acquiesce, as long as they join in self-emasculation and self-loathing then you tolerate them, begrudgingly. You reserve your ire for those who dare advocate for anything as outdated and outrageous as masculine virtue, be they male or yes, other females.

You fulfill Scripture.

Did you know that?

Long ago, God cursed the woman in her sin saying, “Your desire shall be for your husband…” (Genesis 3:16)

At first glance, this doesn’t sound bad. Why would you not want to desire your husband. The language is telling. In the very next chapter, using the exact same language, God says to Cain, speaking of sin, “Its desire is for you.” (Genesis 4:7) Sin seeks to dominate Cain, to control him, to usurp his motivations, compelling him to act accordingly, bending him to its will.

The alternate rendering of the curse speaks volumes. “Your desire will be against your husband.” God imbued the man with spiritual headship, with a role as the leader of the family, and you hate it. You rage against it. The idea of male headship bristles your spirit.

You seek to usurp this role, to dominate him, to control him, compelling him to act accordingly, bending him to your will. You’ll be no subordinate, no slave to a man.

And you’ve seen the abuse of the system, ungodly men who embrace the second half of the curse…“and he shall rule over you.” (Genesis 3:16) Men who impregnate and abandon, men who abuse and torment, men who sexualize and oppress—you’ve seen it, maybe lived it or your mother did.

I cannot fathom your frustration.

In other areas of life in a civilized society, you will your way to a plethora of Pyrrhic victories. You’ve shattered glass ceilings at virtually every level. You outpace your male brothers in higher education. You’ve passed Ranger school and joined the infantry. Every profession is yours for the taking though if the #metoo folks are right, we’ve got a lot of work to do.

There’s just one small problem.

You have a uterus…to go with your vagina.

You deserve the exact same sexual freedom as godless men. You are entitled to it, but unfortunately your biology works dreadfully against you. Pregnancy is the ultimate expression of feminine bondage, a burden, a yoke which no one else may bear for you.

And you’ll not have it.

You know it’s a life. I know it’s a life. But that’s not what’s important. What matters is your life and your freedom and really, your sexual freedom. We’ll call it a zygote if it’ll make you feel better. We’ll even chant your slogans. 

It comes down to a simple decision between your rights, your sexual rights, and the right to life of this clump of cells.

I know. I truly do.

A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Emasculated Men.

You hate men as well.

Confronted with feminine ire, you concede. You caved long ago and yielded your masculinity to become a neutered caricature of what God intended you to be, and you’re okay with that because you are accepted.

Their acceptance of you depends entirely upon your continuing harmlessness to the cause, and that’s okay. Know that at the first hint of obstinance, you’ll be soundly crushed.

Perhaps it was your father that taught you to hate men and you do. You hate them. You recoil at what society has declared manly. The brutish tobacco-chewing redneck or the Bible-thumping woman-hater stand in opposition to the genderless utopia you desire.

Who are you to have any kind of privilege just because you’re a man?

Who are you to be given authority on account of something so unearned as your penis?

So you quietly tuck your testicles between your legs, pick up your “Stop the War on Women” sign, and join the march. You likewise know it’s a life as well as I do, but that is not what’s important.

Her reproductive rights are what matters here, not some nameless, faceless and ultimately inconvenient cluster of biological goo. You don’t even have a uterus. How could you possibly have an opinion on the matter? Right?

Mind your lane and get back in line.

You hate women.

You go the other direction.

You fall in line with the curse and rule over the woman in an ungodly fashion.

It’s easy for you. You don’t even really have to try. It comes very naturally. You see women for what they are, ultimately repositories for your pleasurable insemination.

Abortion is a convenient means to that end.

You really don’t have time or desire for the responsibility or sexual ethics and abortion is the next best thing. Hey, you’re certainly not going to father some child that you don’t even want. This isn’t the sixties where you have to marry the girl. 

Really. I understand.

We don’t want child support hanging over our heads. We don’t want some artificial commitment to someone or something that we didn’t want in the first place, but hey, we’re human too. We don’t want some kid growing up without a dad, maybe even in poverty. We know the deal.

It’s for the best. Truly.

Once we can “take care of it”, it’s on to the next one. No one gets hurt. We all have a good time and hey, did you see that waitress at the club. I think she was making eyes at me. I’ve got a feeling…

You hate God.

Again, I understand completely.

I once hated God as you do and I once hated life as you do.

You know God exists. Creation testifies to that fact loud and clear. Nothing has ever created itself. You know this. Yet, you desire to be the captain of your own destiny. You desire to call the shots. You worship at the altar of you and woe be anyone who seeks to impede your ritual sacrifice.

It’s you. Your sexual ethics. Your decisions. Your body. Your choice. Your everything.

You hate God and the fact that He imposes standards. You hate God because of the fact that He imposes standards and really, because you know there will be accountability. He stands in direct opposition to the cult of you. And you hate it. You hate Him.

I know it. You know it…He knows it.

The life inside, created in His image, stands as an imminent reminder of His ways and you hate His ways. You want it to be your way. Abortion allows for this. 

You really have no…choice. Ironic, isn’t it. Or maybe you do…

Bradford Smith

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This is a powerful read in a small book. The subtitle hits the mark with its description of, "A Biblical Treatise on Adoption." The author poses a challenge to the reader to stop reading the book upfront if the reader does not want to be moved to action.

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The call that sounds for the incredible need of emotionally and physically abandoned and orphaned children and one that when answered manifests the love of Christ.

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LORD, Break the Teeth of Andrew Cuomo

Okay, after a few days of processing…

…this week, New York’s legislature passed the Reproductive Health Act, signed into law by Governor Andrew Cuomo, to rousing applause and cheers. This bill expands access to abortion including into the dreaded third trimester, where a baby really begins to uh, look like a baby, if the woman’s health was somehow at risk.

The broad language ensures that the abortion rate in a state where 25% of pregnancies already end in abortion will almost assuredly rise.

Needless to say, this has received a ton of attention from the conservative segments of society and Pro-life advocates but from the left, virtual silence. It’s just a matter of course.

What is the believer to do?

We must not be surprised.

Matt Walsh still can’t believe this is real.

I can.

This is what evil does.

Solomon reminds us of wicked men, “They cannot sleep unless they have done wrong.” (Proverbs 4:16) Isaiah tells us that “the wicked are like the tossing sea; for it cannot be quiet.” (Isaiah 57:20)

As all men are either sons of God or sons of Satan, evil men have no choice but to follow their father as “the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.” (1 Peter 5:8) The unborn are perhaps the easiest to devour, absolutely defenseless.

The slope is real, slippery indeed.

Many have asked, “How could this happen? How could they do such a thing?”

This is the wrong question to ask. The New York Congress has been pushing this legislation for years, but it had always been blocked by Republicans until the recent elections handed the Democratic party a majority. So this reminds us of an uncomfortable truth.

Evil always progresses. It is never content with the status quo. It has no choice but to expand the scope of evil until all bow before the prince of this world.

Expect this.

Expect other states to push similar legislation.

Expect laws allowing euthanasia—post-birth abortion if you will—of defective people, those with Down’s Syndrome or some other disability perhaps. Don’t be surprised when abortion of the defective becomes mandatory. It’s for their own good, after all.

Expect further legislation embracing the death cult. Expect the expansion of euthanasia. Canada, about a decade ahead of us in progressiveness, passed legislation removing restrictions on children for physician assisted suicide. Similar laws will follow here. Expect it. The elderly, the infirm…it’s for their own good, after all.

Anticipate the continued destruction of gender norms, the normalization and legalization of pedophilia. Expect a continued expansion of hate crime legislation, making it illegal to speak against or oppose any of this.

The godless know God’s decree against these things but nevertheless do them…and give approval to those who practice them. (Romans 1:32) Tolerance is not enough. Compliance is not enough. Wickedness will not rest until you are a proponent, an advocate.

We should expect nothing less than a continuous pursuit to this end by every means available including legislation.

We must understand judgement.

America has already been judged.

I’ve seen numerous people bemoaning imminent judgement or even calling for it. Does God judge the nations? Yes, He always has. He is a personal God, imminent and present, working in the lives of individual people. But He likewise moves on a national level, a global level.

Describing ungodliness, Paul writes that all men know that there is a God, Creation testifies clearly to this fact. Yet, men did not see fit to honor God, but became futile in their thinking as their hearts were darkened.

Claiming to be wise, they became fools,” and “exchanged the truth about God for a lie and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator.” (Romans 1:22,25).

Therefore, God gave them up to the lusts of their heart. He gave them what they wanted.

America abandoned God. It’s progressive, but it happened and is happening. Every generation is more unchurched than the previous. Men failed to disciple their sons—perhaps they were not themselves disciples—and the nation walked from God, worshiping and serving the created thing instead of the Creator.

Homosexuality and the accompanying licentiousness is judgement. A perversion of the biblical sexual ethic is the judgement. The associated destruction of the nuclear family is the judgement. (Romans 1:26-27)

God says, “If you want this more than me, then have it.” He gives us what we truly want. The resultant and obvious wake of death is God’s judgement upon this nation.

Abortion is the byproduct of the abandonment of the godly sexual ethic. Of course there exists a million different circumstances but in its broadest context, abortion exists to clean up the mess, so to speak, from the desertion of God’s ways.

In the end, abortion is what we as a nation, collectively wanted.

We must understand the issue.

Let’s put a biblical spin on this.

Andrew Cuomo is not the enemy. Sorry. He’s not. Neither is a single member of the New York congress that voted for this horrid affair. Our enemy fights a different battle, playing chess while we tarry about with checkers. (Ephesians 6:12)

I am Andrew Cuomo.

Before knowing Christ, my mind darkened by sin, I was as pro-choice as any of these folks. I wanted the freedom to conduct myself sexually as I pleased, and if that required an issue “be taken care of” then so be it.

Apart from Christ, I had no true love for my fellow men. I had no appreciation for life, for the image-bearers of God. The godly sexual ethic had no appeal. It was foreign to me. I couldn’t comprehend anyone clinging to such an antiquated notion.

And such were some of you. (1 Corinthians 6:11)

Apart from Christ, you are the New York legislature, we are them. Apart from Christ, whom none of us sought on our own accord, we would have voted unanimously to destroy God in any possible way, including the destruction of unborn life.

Yes, these men and women will one day be called to account.

Yes, abortion is a tragic evil that we must oppose with all of our strength.

However, consider that in the tragedy of abortion, God works all things for the good of those who love Him, those whom He called according to His purposes. (Romans 8:28) Not that all things are good, but that all things accomplish good.

Consider that an aborted baby, at the expense of a few moments of pain, will never have to spend a single second in a sinful and fallen world where it is legal to kill babies. They are instantly pulled into the loving arms of Jesus to spend eternity.

Oppose. Resist. Most importantly, understand.

We must respond rightly.

If we believe what we say we believe, nothing has changed.

A baby is a baby, one second after conception as much as one minute before childbirth. This bill merely serves to clarify the positions.

We must act, but we must act rightly.

We must pray.

Pray fervently, continuously. Pray imprecatory prayers if you feel led. Call for the wrath of God upon the godless men behind this great evil. Pray for the end of abortion, by all means. However, understanding that abortion will never end apart from revival or Christ’s return, let us be on our knees for the souls of men.

Let us pray for Andrew Cuomo, that he might come to know the risen Lord Jesus.

Let abortion reinforce the necessity that we make disciples of our sons. Let us see in our sons, future mighty men of God who will someday rise up and claim all that God has given to them, that they will forsake the ways of their fathers, us, and put an end to wickedness such as abortion.

By all means, oppose with legislation. Vote. Elect godly leaders who will end this scourge. March. Demonstrate. Speak out.

Become angry and act. What if across the street from every Planned Parenthood clinic was a Christian pregnancy center and we could proclaim to women in a crisis pregnancy, “Here is another way.” Stay angry and adopt. Further the narrative that there is another way, that you will take this unwanted child and love it and raise it as your own.

Most of all, proclaim. Proclaim Christ and Him crucified, with every platform entrusted to you. He is the only hope to end all evil, much less the evil of abortion.

Can you imagine the unfathomable joy of a former abortionist, being welcomed into Heaven…by the babies he once murdered? I cannot fathom such a thing as this.

Bradford Smith

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This is a powerful read in a small book. The subtitle hits the mark with its description of, "A Biblical Treatise on Adoption." The author poses a challenge to the reader to stop reading the book upfront if the reader does not want to be moved to action.

   Janice S. Garey  

The call that sounds for the incredible need of emotionally and physically abandoned and orphaned children and one that when answered manifests the love of Christ.

  Anne Rightler

This book is a must read for anyone affected in any way by addictions. So many of the situations in this book seem hopeless, but as Brad so clearly points out, Christ is the solution and the only hope of man. As long as there is breath, there is hope!

  Scott Doherty

In Scourge, Brad offers us more than cold statistics or a cautionary tale. Instead, he offers us the solution - faith backed by action - to overcome this insidious problem Insightful and provocative, Scourge is a warning flag, guide post and rally to hope for all of us.

 Chad Chasteen

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Burn Your New Year’s Resolutions

Just stop.

You won’t keep them anyway. You’re wasting your time.

You know it. I know it. So just stop, all right.

Newness

I love newness. I cherish rebirth.

This time of year speaks of newness, of rebirth.

Like a Monday on steroids, the imminent new year beckons. I can scarcely imagine all that the Lord will accomplish.

He will change a life. He will save a soul. He will heal. He will make something ugly beautiful. He will use someone unworthy. He will turn something wicked into good. He will change a heart, mend a relationship, free someone from addiction.

How do I know these things. Because this is what He does.

The Bible states it; reality affirms it. I’ve seen it…in my own life and the lives of others. His sovereign hand moves in every facet of existence, constantly working all things according to the counsel of His good will.

My Resolutions

I’ve kept exactly two resolutions in my entire life.

In January 2005, I resolved to quit chewing tobacco.

As a can-a-day Copenhagen dipper for over 14 years, I became aware at some point that it was going to kill me. I began to have crusty white spots on my gums which I learned were likely leukoplakia, a precancerous condition.

I also began to have stomach issues.

I’d have a big ‘ol fatty in and then suddenly, I’d have to spit it out or I’d puke. Some kind of reaction with my stomach. Envision driving down the road, spitting into a coke bottle, and then having to get it out as quick as possibly, into the coke bottle with the narrow opening, without spilling it, without getting it on you, trying not to puke, and also, not to hit the car in front of you.

I’d throw in another immediately, as soon as my stomach settled.

As my quit date approached, I became depressed at the thought of life without Copenhagen. How could I live?

But I set it down, for good. January 7th, 2005. My wife quit smoking after 14 years the week prior. We both went cold turkey and we both stuck with it. It was hell, but we made it. And 13 years later, I’m still alive. It hasn’t killed me…yet, anyway.

That same year, my wife and I resolved to go to church.

I hadn’t been to church in my entire adult life, having fled the institution almost immediately after leaving home. Our oldest daughter had begun to drift a bit and we wanted the church to ‘fix’ her. Some good old fashioned church morality was just what she needed.

God had a much different plan.

We are still in church.

Some Guidance

You have anxiety, yes?

Maybe it’s not clinical yet, but you worry. You fret.

How are you going to pay your bills? Where will the money come from? Will your wife or your husband walk away? Will your children have it better than you? Will your car get you to work tomorrow without breaking down?

Will you ever have peace?

Right in the middle of the Sermon on the Mount, the most famous sermon ever preached, in a section on anxiety, Jesus utters these words, “But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” (Matthew 6:33) Three times, He exhorts, “Do not be anxious.” Do not be anxious. Do not be anxious. Don’t worry about your life. Don’t worry about food or drink. Do not worry about what you will wear.

Tomorrow will have enough worry of its own and God already knows what you need…

…but seek first the kingdom of God.

Jesus well informs our priorities.

Our Priorities

Priorities drive resource allocation.

All of us have an internal set of priorities from which we apply our time, our money, our thoughts, our work, our emotional and intellectual energy. In fact, our resource allocation will often betray our publicly stated priorities.

Claim what you will, but where you spend your time and your money speaks volumes about your priorities.

New Year’s resolutions are an attempt on our behalf to realign our priorities in a manner that we deem to be more suitable. I’ve made the same ones as you.

I am going to get ripped, I mean really hit the gym hard this year.

I’m not going to eat any junk food or fast food.

I’m going to go home and throw away everything with sugar in it.

The whole 30!

I’m going to get out of debt.

I’m going to spend more time with my kids.

I’m going to read more.

I’m going to be happy.

I’m going to focus on me.

Maybe these are good things but you know what happens. Three weeks later, you’re sitting in front of YouTube one evening, watching stupid cat videos, scarfing an entire can of Pringles as quietly as possible so your kids won’t hit you up, while the t.v. puts them to sleep in the next room.

Wait, crap. That’s me.

Back to You

Let’s get back to you.

Get ripped, but does it matter? Maybe you’ll see an ab or two. Maybe you’ll hit a PR on a lift. Maybe you’ll finally look how you feel you ought to look in your favorite pair of jeans but does it matter? Does it have eternal significance?

Eat better. By all means, take better care of your body. Feed your children better food. Pursue health but understand the reality.

No matter how hard we try, our bodies will one day fail. Steadily we march to the grave, to our predetermined date with the Maker. We may arrive in better condition, but arrive we will.

Don’t be misled. We ought to be good stewards of our bodies as the temple of the Spirit. Our bodies carry our mouths that we might proclaim, our hands that we might work, but to what end?

Our money, our time, our resources: it all belongs to Him. We can accumulate. We can redistribute. We can save and save or spend and spend. Either way, though we may temporarily possess some things, they will all rust and decay and become as if they never existed.

Again I ask, to what end?

The harshest reality is this…no matter what you do, the second you die, the instant you are in the ground, the world will begin the process of forgetting all about you. Don’t believe me? Who was the richest man in your town forty years ago? Thirty years? The most popular? The most successful?

They are long since forgotten, erased from memory, a specter from the past.

A Worthy Resolution

But the kingdom of God, that is forever. That is eternity.

The King, King Jesus, He is forever. As is His grace, His mercy, His love.

As He ascended into Heaven and took His seat at the right hand of God the Father Almighty, He inaugurated His kingdom, assuming the throne over all things. At present, we do not yet see everything in subjection to Him, but all things are in subjection to Him.

His kingdom, the invisible kingdom of His majesty, advances across the world. It cannot be stopped. It will not be hindered. God’s purposes will be accomplished.

And one day, He will return in power and glory, visibly and it will be the most recognizable event in the history of the world. No man will doubt what has occurred. It will unmistakable, undeniable, both terrifying and awesome.

At that point, He will consummate His kingdom as He sets all things right and His people will rule with Him into eternity.

Won’t you seek after this, the kingdom.

Allow me to invite you.

Burn your New Year’s resolutions. Yes. Burn them. Write them down and then rip them to shreds and set them on fire.

This year, let us resolve boldly. Let us resolve to seek first the kingdom of God and really, to seek first the King, King Jesus.

Let us seek Him, pursue Him, strive after Him. Let us meditate on Him, dwell upon Him, think about Him. Let us preach and teach about Him. Let us study about Him, prayerfully, through the word of God that reveals to us the Word of God. Let us magnify Him. Let us worship Him. Let us praise Him. Let us know Him and let us follow Him.

Let us be resolute in this regard.

Bradford Smith

Bradford Smith

Author - Founder

Soldier, Pastor, Author – Bradford stays busy, with his wife Ami, raising their 9 children, serving the nation, pastoring, preaching, and writing books (#3 is due out October ’17).

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This is a powerful read in a small book. The subtitle hits the mark with its description of, "A Biblical Treatise on Adoption." The author poses a challenge to the reader to stop reading the book upfront if the reader does not want to be moved to action.

   Janice S. Garey  

The call that sounds for the incredible need of emotionally and physically abandoned and orphaned children and one that when answered manifests the love of Christ.

  Anne Rightler

This book is a must read for anyone affected in any way by addictions. So many of the situations in this book seem hopeless, but as Brad so clearly points out, Christ is the solution and the only hope of man. As long as there is breath, there is hope!

  Scott Doherty

In Scourge, Brad offers us more than cold statistics or a cautionary tale. Instead, he offers us the solution - faith backed by action - to overcome this insidious problem Insightful and provocative, Scourge is a warning flag, guide post and rally to hope for all of us.

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I Hate Autism…but I Love It

It’s personal.

I just don’t recall an autistic kid growing up.

We had this one kid in high school who, in recollection, must’ve been autistic based upon how he acted. He was just strange, peculiar in an autistic sort of way and of course the kids, me included to my eternal shame, were just awful to him.

I don’t remember another.

We had mentally retarded kids. Lots of them. Is that even appropriate terminology anymore? These kids had obvious mental and oftentimes physical limitations. They had their own class in school and even their own bus. Do they still have that?

But autism wasn’t a thing like it is now.

About Autism

It’s personal for me.

It’s easy to speak in a sterile fashion concerning a particular affliction.

Autism rates have skyrocketed over the previous decades, doubling in the last 20 years. Today, roughly 1 in 100 children will be diagnosed with autism, depending on the source. The CDC has estimated as low as 1 in 68.

Scholars differ over the cause. Is it due to increased awareness and diagnoses or is there actually an increasing prevalence. Most assume both.

Anecdotally, I’ll affirm the latter as children today are afflicted from conception.

Though it’s not entirely established, there is a clear link between between autism and Fetal Alcohol Syndrome as well as prenatal drug exposure. If a child is lucky enough not to be murdered in the womb, many are subjected to a full scale chemical assault that changes the very nature of their future existence. I’ll abstain from the vaccination debate for now.

The foster system has afforded us a front row seat to the struggle. Prenatal chemical and alcohol abuse afflicts all of my sons, some more than others. The only thing more shocking than its effects is its prevalence.

So for me, it’s personal. My son has autism.

And I hate it.

Why I Hate It

He showed up on our doorstep at two months of age and we immediately suspected something was amiss. His hands and feet rotated in a continual, rhythmic fashion, never at rest. He had other behaviors I’d just characterize as odd.

He flapped. I don’t know how else to describe it.

He also piked when excited, stiff as a board.

Diagnosis after diagnosis followed as the wholesale prenatal assault of illegal drugs had left their indelible mark. Epilepsy. Developmental Delays. Tourette’s just to name a few. And of course, autism.

We learned. Autism is a spectrum, a processing issue manifesting itself in behavioral, relational, and sensory issues.

My son thinks differently. His brain works in a different way.

And he acts weird, often strange.

He has ticks.

And meltdowns.

At a pool party, my son’s popsicle fell to the ground and he lost it. I mean, he lost it. For those who have never dealt with an autistic meltdown, know that no amount of consoling, cajoling, comforting, even threatening can preclude the meltdown. In front of everyone, my son melted into rage at the fallen popsicle…and everyone stared at him, family, friends, other parents. And he knew they were staring at him, and he raged that much harder.

Never mind that another popsicle stood at the ready.

We finally found a sport he enjoyed, soccer. Well, he really didn’t care about the game, but he liked to run and he liked to talk, so he would frequently run alongside his teammates while playing, chatting up a storm, moderately oblivious to the game itself to the ire of his coaches and teammates.

Autism is not something a kid ‘grows out of’ either. The older my son becomes, the more obvious it is that he is not a normal little boy.

Every parent worries about their child, desires a better future for them. For my son, I wonder.

  What will his future hold?

          Will he hold a job?

          Will he have a wife?

          Will he be loved?

I feel an intense need to protect him from a cold and uncaring world.

Because he is different, because he often acts strange, others notice. Kids instantly realize he is different. Interestingly, most girls treat him with intense kindness. With young boys, some do and some, well, you know the deal. You don’t have to teach kids to be mean.

Adults either.

My son has autism. I hate it.

And I love it.

Why I Love It

My son is peculiar and wonderful in a peculiar way.

He is truly God’s gift to us.

I asked him the other day teasing, “Who do you love more, Moe or Titus?” speaking of our dogs. He just looked at me, puzzled. “What about Dexter or Gideon?” speaking of our other two dogs. Again, a puzzled look.

“I love them all the same,” was his most serious response. He simply could not fathom the concept of loving one more than the other. He loves them all.

I frequently walk into the bathroom to find two cats lounging around a stopped-up sink full of water, evidence of his care for them. He is the only one who routinely wakes as early as I do. Some mornings, I’ll sit and listen to him carry on a conversation with two of the cats in the next room. Maybe the most precious thing I’ve heard.

He plays with hilarity and exhilaration with friends who accept him as he is.

His ever rotating catalog of ticks, Tourette’s-related, always bring a smile to my face. One week he stretches his mouth as wide as he can. Other weeks he stops frequently to touch his toes. The one where he rolls his eyes in an exaggerated way while being spoken to is probably my favorite.

He is a comforter, an encourager.

One of our tutors at school had suffered an intense personal issue that grieved her soul. As she sat softly weeping in a dark room, my son walked by and saw her grief. Without hesitation, he went in and gave her a gentle hug, the sheer sweetness of the act a boon to her spirit.

God made him perfect, my son.

And it’s just like God to do such a thing.

God is not the author of sin. The relationship between God and evil is a mystery and anyone who professes to understand it completely is either a liar or deluded. Yet, of this I am certain. God works all things to the council of His good will. All things serve Him and accomplish good in His people.

Not that all things are good in and of themselves.

You see, God made my son exactly who He meant him to be.

And he has changed me, my son has. God has changed me through him. Autism is hard. Autism is painful. I hate autism. But, my son has autism, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. He is perfect just as he is.

Bradford Smith

Bradford Smith

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Soldier, Pastor, Author – Bradford stays busy, with his wife Ami, raising their 9 children, serving the nation, pastoring, preaching, and writing books (#3 is due out October ’17).

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