Merry Christmas from Family Council

December 25, 2018 | Posted in Christmas | By

From all of us at Family Council and the Education Alliance, I hope you and your family have a very merry Christmas.

As we enjoy this wonderful time of year, I hope we will all take time to reflect on the true reason we celebrate Christmas: The birth of Jesus.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. (Luke 2:10-14 KJV)

Merry Christmas!

A Sherman Cline Christmas

December 24, 2018 | Posted in Christmas | By

I remember the day I noticed that my friend Mr. Sherman Cline’s usual $25-a-month gift had not been mailed in to Family Council in several months.  For the past two years he had lived in government-funded apartments for senior citizens in Paris, Arkansas.  Not able to locate him, I called the local utility company to see if he had moved.  Instead, I learned that he was deceased.  I sat quietly at my desk and thought for a little while.  

Before moving to Paris, Mr. Cline lived alone in a small apartment in downtown Little Rock.  I clearly remember the Christmas morning when I loaded up our young boys, and we drove down to Mr. Cline’s apartment to invite him to come to our house for Christmas dinner that evening.  He had no phone, no family, and no plans for Christmas—he would just be alone.  It told him we’d be back later to pick him up for dinner. 

Later that day the boys and I arrived to pick him up.  He was dressed in slacks, a shirt, and his best jacket.  We had such a great time that evening. 

After dinner, Mr. Cline took out a hard-backed book filled with pictures of The War. “I was there,” he said.  My boys were wide-eyed when he told them about marching and fighting—wearing his boots for a solid month without ever taking them off. He talked a little about the horrific scenes he saw as he helped liberate the concentration camp at Dachau.  He told about guarding German prisoners near Nuremburg.

As it turns out, Mr. Cline and his younger brother and sister were from Coal Hill, Arkansas.  They were orphaned during the Great Depression.  His mother died.  His father caught a freight train to south Texas looking for work, and was never heard from again.  When his grandparents died, he and his brother and sister were placed in an orphan’s home. Life was hard there. His sister was adopted, and they mostly lost touch.  Soon, he and his brother struck out on their own to get jobs, but his brother was killed in an auto accident.  Sherman Cline was all alone.  Mr. Cline ended up picking cotton at the Dyess Colony, a place in east Arkansas made famous by the fact that singer Johnny Cash and his family lived there.  Then the war came. 

Mr. Cline served, survived, and came home.  But he never married.  He never had a family.  He worked blue collar jobs and made a living until he retired to live only on his small, monthly Social Security check.  Sometimes he ate only one meal a day.  He didn’t own a car or have a telephone.  

Mr. Cline was a Christian and pro-life.  Back in the 1980’s he served as a volunteer, helping us pass the Unborn Child Amendment, a law that prevents public funding of abortions in Arkansas.  I clearly remember the night we won that election.  By the time the final results came in, there were just a few people left in the room.  As we gathered in a circle to join hands and thank God for the victory, there was Mr. Cline, probably the poorest person in the room, joining hands with some very wealthy people who had helped fund the effort, but it didn’t matter to him or to them.

That Christmas when Mr. Cline came to our house for dinner, I thought we were doing something to bless him.  As it turns out, he blessed us.  Over 20 years later, Doris, my boys, and I still cherish the memories of that evening around the fireplace with Mr. Cline—a real hero that hardly anyone knows.

Today his cremated remains rest in a cemetery in Magazine, Arkansas.  When his ashes were interred, only about 10 people were there.  But there was ninety-one-year old Polly.  Her late husband and Mr. Cline had been good friends.  Only one of Mr. Cline’s earthly possessions remained—his Bible.  We presented Polly with Mr. Cline’s worn-out, marked-up Bible for her to keep.

The manager of the apartments told us more about that Bible and about the night Mr. Cline passed away.  “We found him alone,” he said, “sitting in his chair with that Bible open on his lap.”  Apparently he had suffered a stroke.  I thought, What a way bring this life to an end—reading God’s word one moment and in His presence the next!

As I wrap up this year and look forward to a brand new 2019, I am so grateful to those in our country’s greatest generation for their sacrifice, their hard work, and their quiet heroism that paved the way for so many who don’t even know it.  Even today, there may be those in Heaven who say thank you to Mr. Cline and others like him who fought their way across Europe and saved lives by ending the Holocaust and then worked here at home to end our own holocaust of abortion. 

Mr. Cline’s life counted for something important—things eternal.  That’s what we’re about at Family Council and the Education Alliance—things eternal.  Like Mr. Cline, you have helped us make a difference.  For this, I am eternally grateful.  I am confident that, if not in this life, in the one to come we will see how our work on earth made a difference for eternity. 

Thank you. May God bless you for standing with us! I hope you and your family have a very merry Christmas.

P.S. If you are thinking about supporting Family Council and the Education Alliance before the end of the year, please know that you can give securely online via our website at FamilyCouncil.org. Thank you for your support.

Christian Attorneys Defend Seniors Who Want to Celebrate Christmas

December 21, 2018 | Posted in Christmas, Religious Freedom | By

This week Tony Perkins of Family Research Council in Washington, D.C., wrote about senior citizens who were told they could not celebrate Christmas at their living center in Washington State.

Providence Place senior center reportedly told residents they could not put up Christmas decorations, sing carols, or exchange Christmas greetings, because the center accepts federal funds from the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD).

One resident contacted attorneys with Alliance Defending Freedom about the situation. The attorneys promptly sent a letter to Providence Place explaining that federal policies cannot be used to squelch residents’ free speech and free exercise of religion.

Unfortunately, this isn’t the first time someone has tried to claim the Bill of Rights prevents everyday citizens from celebrating Christmas.

Public schools routinely try to stop students and teachers from wishing one another a merry Christmas. In 2013 a VA hospital in Georgia prohibited high school Christmas carolers from singing religious songs to veterans.

The First Amendment was intended to protect the free exercise of religion. It was never meant to stop anyone from following their faith or from saying, “Merry Christmas!”