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I really try to stay away from blogging about politics. It is not that I am not interested, but that I get very upset when I think about it. We are doing our best to turn it over to God in prayer (My 2 yr old frequently can be heard saying "I pray for Barack Obama"). We are also doing our best to discern God's will for our own involvement in the political process. Dr. Dobson mentioned in one of his books that the reason that the religious right is often not heard (through lobbies) is that so many of conservative Americans are invested in raising their families that they do not have time to be involved actively in political life. I do not want to be silent in the political process, so I often wonder what God is calling our family to. I want to raise our children to be politically aware and involved citizens, so I know I need to be as well.



Anyways, I will get back on topic. I saw this bumper sticker earlier this week and I just got an email about it. I found it interesting and wanted to share. It stands for Taxed Enough Already. There will be Tea Parties on Tax Day all over the US. You can go to American Family Association to buy the bumper sticker and you can go to Tea Party Day to find a Tea Party in your area. I think things like this, hopefully will be happening more and more. I think it is scary how quickly were are moving toward socialism and I wonder if the average American finds it disturbing that our government is asking CEOs to step down and "controlling" bankruptcies . . . all in the name of financial stability.

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  1. Alan Keyes mentioned he has spoken at some of these events. I think this would be a good family, political activity and I'm looking into finding one near us we can take our kids to. I feel it is important to pass on political and philosophical activism to our children because one day they will inherit this mess of a country!

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