My interview with (pictured with me, left to right) Jeremy, Robin, and Beth airs November 27
on “Dr. James Dobson’s Family Talk” at drjamesdobson.org.
Beth Maday is no ordinary high school counselor.
She seems to have single-handedly tackled the problem of bullying in her high school and won. At least, that‘s what one young man, Jeremy Flannery, says.
From grade school through high school, Jeremy was mercilessly bullied. By the spring of his junior year in high school, his mother, Robin, was seriously considering moving her family across the country so that Jeremy might find a school where he wasn’t bullied.
Seven years ago, Jeremy’s father died of cancer leaving his mother with three young children. In addition to grieving her husband’s death, she had to help Jeremy keep his spirits up at a school where kids verbally chided him for being different. Robin tried homeschooling him. That helped, but he missed other kids.
Each of us mothers is created to fill a calling.
First and foremost, we were born to be really good moms. We weren’t born to be mothers who are thin, rich, smart, who drive a lot, buy our kids great clothes, or get them into good colleges. We were born to leave a mark in our world, and usually, that mark is made on our kids and then on others’ lives.
Sometimes we leave our mark because of something we have done for other persons, and other times it happens because we were with that person. We are beings—mother beings. We are human beings but we focus so constantly on the doing of life that we forget how to be.
Our deeper purpose in life flows from a sense that our presence is important to another person. We have something to share with another and sometimes this takes work, and sometimes it means simply being who we are in the company of another.
It’s time for Kathleen Sebelius to go home.
After taking a whopping one sixth of the national budget to implement a program that: no one understood, was passed in secret, was poorly written (we think, but who, aside from Greta Van Susteran has actually read the thing?), deceptive in premise (“we must do this because the poor in America have no care”; odd, I’ve seen thousands over the years), and obscenely wasteful (the few first hundred million couldn’t even get the program’s website to work correctly), it’s time for her to be honorable. Go home.
The great irony here is that if Ms. Sebelius were working for any company other than the American government, she would have been fired the day the first citizen tried to log on to sign up for health insurance and couldn’t.
You’ve heard from senators, the President, and now Hollywood about Obamacare. Now you need to hear from physicians who are living it, exactly how Obamacare will affect what happens to you behind the closed doors of your doctor’s office. We physicians are so busy trying to keep our heads above water that far too few are speaking out. So here I go.
Why Most Physicians Hate Obamacare
First, most physicians across the country hate Obamacare. They don’t just dislike it; they hate it because the war is personal. And think what you like, it’s not about the money; it’s about forcing us to practice bad medicine. We are getting squeezed, manipulated, and treated like we are stupid and “dumbed-down.”
The whole premise of Obamacare is that we physicians can’t run our practices efficiently so we must be told how to do so. During the past few years, we have been “instructed” on how to care for you better by insurance company employees and government officials who have no medical background. These folks have no clue about illnesses or what even the simplest medical diagnoses are.
Parents, Pleeeaaase don’t let your kids go to school with their cell phones!
I know that you want them to be able to call you whenever they want. I know that you don’t want them to feel deprived or different from their peers. I know that they need help if they miss the bus. And I really understand that you don’t want to deal with the temper tantrums they will throw if you take the phone away.
But let me tell you what you’re allowing to happen to them when the phones go to school with them. I know this because they tell me all the time.
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As they meandered through the museum, Dad took advantage of every possible moment to integrate a biblical focus into what his children viewed. Obvious teachable moments jumped out at him as they walked through the Life Origin Exhibit and then later the World Religion Exhibit. He found a more subtle opportunity in an Ethics and Morality display.
Dad felt great. He liked challenging his kids to think through why they believed what they believed.
Still in a good mood, he treated the kids to ice cream on the way home.
As they pulled away from the drive-thru window, he groaned, “Oh, no, I gave that crazy clerk $10, but he gave me change for $20.” He looked at the long line of cars behind him. “Oh, well. We don’t have time to fix it. I guess it’s their loss.”
Ahhh … another teachable moment.
It’s here. That googly-goblin, orange time of year. I have always loved fall because of the colors, the smells, and the reminder that God ordains change. Whether we like it or not, life appears, and then it fades in beautiful glory before it reappears again after a long period of quiet.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Halloween is a part of the fall and here it is again. Costumes with warty cheeks, distorted mouths, and ghoulish hair jump out at us in grocery store and drug store aisles. So, you who have young children, beware; even a trip to the store for paper towels can be frightening to little ones.
You and I have seen dramatic changes over the years in Halloween costume styles. Once upon a day we cut holes for eyes in old bed sheets, threw them over our children, gave them a flash light, and out into the neighborhood they went. No more.
Nuts. Now researchers tell me that when I dunk my Oreos in milk, my brain acts just like I took a hit of cocaine. Seriously, now I can’t even love Oreos anymore? The ones with orange centers are my favorite; not because they taste any different than the white-centered ones, but because they’re pretty.
A new study from Connecticut College revealed their findings on the effect of Oreos on rats’ brains. In one chamber, the rats were offered Oreos. In another chamber, they were given rice cakes. Even rats aren’t fools. They tore the Oreos apart and devoured the cream filled centers but wouldn’t even finish the rice cakes. Then the researchers gave the rats a shot of either morphine or cocaine in one chamber and then gave them a shot of saline in the other chamber. They observed that the rats who were given the drugs wanted to spend as much time in the chambers where they received the drugs as they did in the chambers where they received the Oreos. Thus, the researchers concluded that the rats’ pleasure centers were stimulated as strongly by the cookies as they were by the drugs.
I dare you. The next time you have dinner with friends, enthusiastically tell them that God recently answered your prayers. (That is, if you are dining with atheists, agnostics, or even Christians.) Most will look at you and nod in agreement or out of politeness. Some might even ask you to elaborate or offer an anecdote of their own. Friends will eat, laugh, and the chatter will carry on easily. Then, pick up the conversation again and mention that Jesus did something wonderful for you.
The room will go silent. You will feel shivers go up and down their spines and no one will know how to respond; for one good reason. Talking about God is almost socially acceptable, but say the name, Jesus, and folks cringe. This phenomenon has always intrigued me. Why is it that speaking one name of the same deity is easy, but using his other name stops conversations dead?