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The child can choose to be...a puppy, a squirrel, a girl???

I remember my father telling me once that "You'll be a conservative, when you have something to conserve". He was right. I have to tell you friends (and I know many of you fall on the more liberal side of the fence), that age, parenthood, and faith, have definitely influenced how I feel about things. I'm sure you saw that article about the family who has not disclosed the sex of their baby, even to close family members. They want to ensure that he/she can assume any identity they please, and won't be bound by social /gender expectations etc.... So does that mean, if the child decides being a puppy would be more fun, they can just decide to be a puppy? Are we humans so powerful that we should just decide that our will is more important than our Creators design? It just seems completely whack to me, so arrogant. I am all for not limiting yourself, for reaching for the stars, being the best that you can be--But, I am floored by the arrogance of those who believe we are on the top of the heap, and there is nothing out there past life on this earth. (many of which I love a whole lot) People who think those with faith are stupid, or gullible, taken in by the fairy tale. It is very sad. One good thing came out of that whole Rapture on the 21st nonsense. At least it got people talking and thinking. Dialogue is good. Thinking and praying is better. Call me naive, if that is what you think, but I know that humility, and faith, are more important than controlling every detail in my world. That is a fact I can count on.

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