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  • ivanildotrindade 10:40 am on December 26, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , adoption blues, children collateral, duma, human rights, international adoption, russia new law   

    The Grinch is Back 

    Once again, innocent children’s lives have become collateral damage in the battle for power. Sure, everyone does it. Divorcing parents do it. Siblings do it. Even grandparents do it. But an entire government?

    Well, I am sure that the politicians in Russia did not set out to purposefully snuff hope out of the hands of children waiting for adoption in their country, but that is essentially the effect of the new law that the Duma, the lower house of Parliament in Russia, just passed will have. No more adoptions from Americans will be allowed! This all in retaliation for a law that President Obama recently signed that strikes against Russians who are violators of human rights.

    So one could say that to defend the honor of human rights violators, the Russian government is about to strike against innocent children, if President Putin goes ahead and sanctions the law, which he already indicated he will do.

    I am so outraged about this I have no words to describe how I feel. Every year hospitals in Russia receive hundreds of children who have been abandoned and neglected by their parents. They stay there until they find a home to go to — someone willing to adopt them. Some of those children are just one step away from being adopted right now. Perhaps some of their would be American parents might be on a flight to Moscow right now to bring them home. So what happens now? They are in limbo.

    What a shame. What a disgrace to the human race.

    I guess this is the story that will prove once and for all that the spirit of Scrooge and the Grinch are still alive and sick.

    I am just writing to vent. I can’t strangle anyone…

    Ivanildo C. Trindade

    • Rebekah Robinson 11:38 am on December 26, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you for this “vent”! I too am so burdened for these children. Our two boys came from an orphanage in Southern Russian, and I know what they endured. I will always hurt for what they had to endure the first two years of their lives in Russia. Seeing the other children left…”hearing” the quietness of an orphanage with 120 children, ages 0-4, still haunts me. We have a niece in Russia who will be left an orphan if this law goes into affect. I am begging God for mercy for these children and praying against all spiritual wickedness who desires to steal and destroy life. The Church must fight for these children. We must fight in prayer and then do what God impresses on us to do for their lives….for our King and His Glory!
      Thank you again.

      • ivanildotrindade 1:14 pm on December 26, 2012 Permalink | Reply

        Yes. This is very sad. Let’s keep praying and lending our voices for those who have no voice. Thanks for replying.

        • Harold & Sylvia Stoltzfus 12:53 pm on December 29, 2012 Permalink

          There seems to be enough pain in a given church, school, community and family to sink a battleship! Perhaps two battleships! Christmas is a time of connections–loving kindness and gift giving. It is all based on God’s gift of S saviour to the world. To you and to me, families and governments.

          However it is played in out personal arenas, too.

          Here is a Russian type story played out in a small village of the Blue Ridge Mountains of Northern Pennsylvania. The grandparents who had not been able to connect with two grandsons, age six and four, purchased thoughtfully chosen gifts from the local education toy store. They lovingly wrapped them in Christmas paper and set out with mapquest in hand to find their grandchildren’s new home.

          God sent heavenly helpers to guide the grandparents. In the designated village, they encountered a receptionist angel in a local business–this personel angel was strategically located–to help make contact with their mother. Previously, their mother had not answered phone calls or texts for several months.

          Learning that she was on her way home with the two grandsons, the grandparents eagerly awaited one-half hour in their driveway for their arrival. But alas, she had her current husband bring them home at a later time. She explained that neither their father nor the grandparents any longer existed for her sons because “their stepfather is now their daddy.”

          So she denied the grandparents even seeing or giving them Christmas gifts to their grandsons because it would interrupt her plan to create a new family. She reluctantly received their gifts but would not promise to give them to the boys.

          The Grandparents turned back with empty arms, heart wrenching pain equal to none other and returned the 95 mile round trip to their home. The anticipated squeals of delight, arms tightly entwined about their neck with a long lingering hugs and words of “I love you” and “I miss you, tell Daddy I love him too! were all denied and unfulfilled.

          The x-daughter-in-law and mother of the two grandsons heart is darkened equal to that of the Russian President, Putin!

          She made it clear that they are off to Christmas with a new set of grandparents, 300 miles away. She also declared that both their daddy and their Stolttzus grandparents no longer exist and never will.

          Their is one little problem–when a man has a child, even though, the child is given a step parent, he will always be his father.


          We have never experienced any heart-wrenching devastation on this level. But we know the power of prayer. We share this personal experience to solicite your prayers and wisdom on our behalf.

          Prayer can make a difference to break both a President Putin heart in behalf of innocent children who are victims. It matters not which side of the ocean, Jesus said, “let the children come to me, for such is the kingdom of heaven.”

          This Christmas we sang repeatedly Luther’s Cradle Hymn, “Bless all the dear children in thy tender care…”

        • ivanildotrindade 9:58 am on December 31, 2012 Permalink

          This is a very sad story indeed and I was unaware that it had happened to you. There are people whose heart can only give the appearance of expanding if they exclude some people before they add new ones. It is hard to do but you should try not to take this personally. The person in question needs to have the veil of darkness removed and no one can help do that but herself and that only with supernatural help. As deep as that pains you, this is not your battle to fight. Time, we hope, will reverse the tables when the little ones gain wisdom to understand. Truth and love will triumph in the end. Revel in the knowledge that you did the right thing.

    • Renee Shilling 8:37 pm on December 31, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      I too was grieved by this. Many national governments refuse to take care of their own children, but are too proud to allow international adoption. I’m trying so hard to not be angered by this, and trust that God is in control.

  • ivanildotrindade 7:58 pm on December 25, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: a savior, a savior for you, darkness, despair, galilee, galilee of the gentiles, great light, light, the meaning of christmas, valley of the shadow of death, who needs a savior   

    A Savior… For You! 

    Hello faithful readers. I want to wish all of you a warm Christmas greeting. And with it apologize for being away from these pages for so long. Part of it is all the challenges with learning a new job; part of it is that I still don’t have Internet in my home, but it is inexcusable. Hope you have not abandoned me yet. :).

    Below you will find the message I shared with my church at our Christmas Eve services. It is longer than my usual stuff, but I think you will like it. 

    I have to tell you something about myself. As you can see, I am neither too big nor too small, which is a problem, especially when it comes to buying clothes. I have a hard time finding clothe that fit me, especially shirts. So I end up having to go to the Youth department in the store, but then I feel self-conscious. Maybe some people feel like I don’t belong there?

    But one day, as I was traveling in Cambodia, I found a little shop in the town of Siem Reap. It was just a hole in a corner, a place you could never find, unless you knew someone who knew where it was. I walked in and met the lady who was in charge. She was surrounded with fabric of all types and stripes. She told me she could make me a shirt that would fit me perfectly. I was skeptical at first, but decided to give it a try.

    She took my measurements without writing anything down. Then she let me pick the fabrics and tell her exactly what I wanted the shirt to look like. I did all that and decided to order not one but two shirts. She said, “Fine. I will have them ready for you in 5 days.” But I was leaving the country the next day.

    I knew we were going to have another team come through there in a couple of months, so I decided to keep my order. It was only $24.

    Two months later, I received a package in my office with my shirts and I opened it right away and put the shirt on without ceremony. To my amazement, the woman delivered on her promised. The shirt fit me perfectly well. It was like the first time in ages I felt I was putting my own shirt on. My own, personalized, stylized, built to specification shirt. I was elated.

    Well, in some ways, the words of the angels we will look at tonight remind me of my shirt story. For the last three Sundays, we’ve been looking at the words the angels said or sang on the night Jesus was born, but we’ve saved the best for last. The angels spoke of good news, peace, and gave glory to God in the highest, but what was the good news that promised peace on earth and shook the high heavens?

    Well, let’s look at their words in one of the biographies of Jesus, written by Dr. Luke, chapter 2:10-12:

    But the angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.  Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.’” (Luke 2:10-12).

    These words have echoed through the corridors of time and been repeated by billions throughout history, but they never lose their fascination. And yet if you ask me what fascinates me the most about these words, I would say it is this: “A Savior is born for you.” A savior… for me!

    Listen, I already know of the worldwide impact of those words. I know that billions around the world have embraced the Messiah. In fact the angel himself said it when he made the initial announcement,

    “… I’m here to announce a great and joyful event that is meant for everybody, worldwide…” (The Message)

    But he goes on and says “A Savior is born… for you.” For me? Now he got my attention because just like that lady did to my shirt, he is customizing the Savior. “You mean, a Savior for me?” “Yes, one that understands you better than anybody else!” “You mean, my own personal Savior?” “Yes, one that you can count on for the rest of your life” “You really mean one with my name attached to him?” “Yes. One with a tag that says ‘Ivanildo’s Savior.” “No way,” I am thinking. “I don’t deserve it!”

    You can probably relate to how I feel, but if you don’t, let me give you a picture. About five years ago as part of the outreach ministry to under-resourced families in Wooster, our attention was drawn to a single mom with three small children who needed a van to go to and from work. A family from our church donated the van and we gave it to Sarah, the young mom.

    But we didn’t just give her a van, you see – we personalized it. We had it cleaned thoroughly, brought some flowers, which we put in a vase inside the van, wrote messages on a card, and made a beautiful sign which read “Sarah’s Van.”

    When Sarah saw what we had done, she started jumping up and down and tears began to flow. She kept saying, “Is this really mine? My own van?” We said, “Yes, this is Sarah’s van.” And she was practically screaming now, “I feel at the top of the world!!”

    And this is exactly how I feel when I read here that a Savior was born… for me! God thought of me when He came up with the idea of a Savior and He personalized it… for me. I have no adequate words to express my gratitude because I know too well how much saving I needed!

    But you may be sitting here and thinking, “Well, that’s great, preacher, but I am not digging it. The whole idea of a Savior is for weaklings. Enjoy your Savior but don’t try to tell me I need one. I am fine just the way I am.”

    If that is the way you feel, you are not alone. Millions of people around the word also think they are just fine and don’t need anyone to save them from anything. I am not offended by that.

    Recently, I was part of a religious panel at a community gathering where one of the presenters said that the beauty of the religion she represented was that they did not need a Savior because they didn’t believe there was anything they need to be saved from. And she said that with an air of superiority, almost as if saying, “And the rest of you… you will eventually get it.”

    Again, I was not offended by that statement, maybe just a little irritated with the condescending way with which she spoke. But my lack of taking offense does not mean I am in the least convinced that we don’t need a Savior, so I would ask you to indulge me for a few moments as I share with you why I believe we all need a Savior.

    Now there are many reasons why we need a Savior, but I want to focus on only one tonight. Let me put it bluntly: in light of the terrible losses of innocent lives this country has experienced lately, I don’t know how anybody cannot see that there is something terribly wrong with the human race.

    I know some could say, “Yes, these stories are tragic in the worst possible way, but don’t try to pin that on me – I didn’t kill anyone.”

    Fair. But isn’t that exactly what the problem is? We forget that we are cut out of the same cloth and that cloth was already defected when it came from the factory. Just like computers that come with certain default modes already programmed on them by the manufacturer, we also have a default mode within each of us that is bent on rebellion and law-breaking. And if not addressed properly, that default mode will tend to undo us.

    You don’t have to go very far. Simply look carefully inside of you. Even if you don’t ever carry out the intents of your heart, do you thoughts of revenge, even murder? Do you plot in your head to bring someone down? Do your rehearse words that you should have said to someone when they confronted you with something? Do you punch walls, go on a verbiage rampage? These are all signs that you need a Savior. You need a Savior who can save you from yourself first!

    Come to think of it, I never had to take my children aside when they were little and give them a seminar on how to lie. They learned that on their own. I never had to sit them down and demonstrate how to throw a tantrum in the grocery store if mom was not buying the exact brand of cereal they liked. That was all part of the stuff that came from the manufacturer.

    In fact, if I were a doctor and you came to me with all the tendencies I just described, I would tell you without hesitation that you had all the symptoms and you got it really bad. The prescription would read, “You need a Savior, and you need one right now!”

    Here is how the Christian thinker, G. K. Chesterton, a British writer who lived in the earlier 20th Century put it. In response to a newspaper article that posed the question, “What’s wrong with the world?” he wrote these words:

    “Dear Sir: Regarding your article ‘What’s Wrong with the World?’ I am. Yours truly, G. K. Chesterton.”

    I submit to you today that we all have the same problem: WE are what is wrong with the world and that is why we need a Savior. I need a Savior who can save me from myself first. Forget all the other things that are wrong with the world – I am what is wrong with the world!

    The Bible calls these default mode things “sin” and the prescription it gives us, the only way to undo those factory settings and restore the computer of your life to what God always intended it to be is by embracing this Messiah, Jesus Christ, whose Birth we celebrate tonight. He is the one who can re-set your life to the way God wants it to be.

    Here is what Paul said to the believers in Rome:

    “But now you are free from the power of sin and have become servants of God. Now you do those things that lead to holiness and result in eternal life. For the reward of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 6:22-23, NLT).

    Now if you are here and you feel so defeated that the thought of a Savior is indifferent to you, I also want to talk to you for a few moments.

    I understand that we all have bad days. Maybe you’ve even had a string of bad days or even years and you’re ready to throw in the towel.

    Perhaps you feel a little like Alexander from the book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, a classic children’s book written by a mom based on her own son.

    From the moment Alexander wakes up, things just don’t go Alexander’s way. When Alexander gets out of bed, he trips on the skateboard and drops his sweater into the sink while the water was running. At breakfast, Alexander’s brothers, Anthony and Nick reach into their cereal boxes and find amazing prizes, while Alexander ends up with… cereal.

    On the way to school, he gets squeezed in the middle back seat while his other friends get the window seats in the carpool. At school,Mrs. Dickens doesn’t like his picture of the invisible castle (which is actually just a blank sheet of paper), criticizes him for singing too loud. His best friend deserts him for his and there is no dessert in his lunch. At the dentist’s, the dentist, Dr. Fields tells Alexander he has a cavity, the elevator door closes on his foot, Anthony pushes him in the mud, Nick says he is a crybaby for crying, and Mom accidently hits him as she was trying to punish Nick.

    At the shoe store, they’re sold out of Alexander’s choice of sneakers (blue ones with red stripes), so Mom has to buy him plain white sneakers, which he refuses to wear.

    At home, the family has lima beans for dinner (which he hates), there is kissing on TV (which he also hates), bath time becomes a nightmare (too much hot water, soap in his eyes, and losing a marble down the drain) and he has to wear his railroad train pajamas (he hates his railroad train pajamas). At bedtime, his nightlight burns out, he bites his tongue, Nick takes back a pillow, and the family cat chooses to sleep with Anthony. No wonder Alexander wants to move to Australia.

    The book ends with Mom’s assurance that everybody has bad days, even people who live in Australia.

    Now we can have some fun with this but I realize that for some of you, life is not fun. You may feel like the shepherds outside of Bethlehem, who were at the bottom of the totem pole. And you may feel like the people of Israel who were living in uncertainty because they were not in control of their own destinies.

    Yesterday I prayed with a gentleman who was telling me that both he and his wife have been without jobs for quite a while. Times are tough, money is tight and here I am talking about Christmas cheers.

    Let me remind you that in spite of the bleakness of your situation, this Savior is still for you. If you don’t believe me, listen to these words from the prophet Isaiah, who lived 700 years before the Birth of Christ:

    “Nevertheless, that time of darkness and despair will not go on forever. The land of Zebulun and Naphtali will be humbled, but there will be a time in the future when Galilee of the Gentiles, which lies along the road that runs between the Jordan and the sea, will be filled with glory.

    The people who walk in darkness
        will see a great light.
    For those who live in a land of deep darkness,
        a light will shine.” Isaiah 9:1, 2).

    You say, “What do the words of a prophet who lived over 2700 years ago have to do with my situation?” Ah, that is the beauty of it, you see, this text also refers to a group of people who were out on their luck. They were the despised and rejected people of northern Galilee and they had been taken captives by a mighty empire called Assyria.

    They came by horses and chariots and ransacked the land, making their people slaves and carrying them off to a far away land. Then they repopulated their lands with foreigners.

    From then on Galilee became forever known as a land of mixed race peasants, a backwards country, filled with darkness and despair. People told jokes about Galileans. Their accent was funny; they smelled; they were repulsive to the eyes of the people in the South, and considered worthless by the rich who inhabited the cities.

    In fact, you remember during the night Peter betrayed Jesus, when he tried to deny Jesus, a simple servant told him, “You can’t fool me; your accent tells me you are from Galilee.”

    And earlier a wealthy and well read man by the name of Nathaniel ridiculed the idea that the Messiah was from Galilee, when he said point-blank, “Can anything good come out of Nazareth?” one of the towns in Galilee.

    So why is this message from Isaiah important? Here it is why. Because it reminds us that God never forgets those who are despised and rejected. Little people matter to God. He says here that their darkness and despair will not go on forever. There will be a day when “Galilee of the Gentiles,” the butt of jokes among snobbish southerners, “will be filled with glory.”

    “The people who walk in darkness
        will see a great light.
    For those who live in a land of deep darkness,
        a light will shine.”

    And what is that light, may I ask you. Are you ready for the answer?

    The light is no other than the Messiah Himself! Wouldn’t you believe this? The message about salvation coming to the world through Jesus Christ was first announced to the despised people of northern Galilee, the people walking in darkness, those who had been taking captive and were no longer in control of their destinies. It was to them that Isaiah announced in the same text:

    “For a child is born to us,
        a son is given to us.
    The government will rest on his shoulders.
        And he will be called:
    Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
        Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6).

    So if you are here and you have lost hope, I have great news for you. A SAVIOR WAS BORN FOR YOU AND HE IS CHRIST JESUS, OUR LORD.

    And no matter your circumstances or what the rest of the world, this Savior is still FOR YOU and God offers you today the opportunity to embrace this beautiful Messiah called Jesus. Would you invite him to come into your life, forgive your sins, and help you navigate through the trials of life.

    If you do that, I guarantee you: it will set you on a different course for the rest of your life. Now I am not saying that it will solve all your problems, but I am saying that it will give you the power to deal with life’s challenges no matter what happens to you and that is the best gift you could have this Christmas!

    But it gets better. For those of us who call ourselves followers of Christ, that light that shone bright on the night Christ was born is now living within us and God’s plan is for us to let it shine as we share his hope and love with people who are in need.

    The story that comes to mind is already a few years old but it is worth telling. A woman nicknamed “Tinkerbell” posted on an Internet forum that her family (husband and six children) were going to lose their home in 20 days. She was not asking for help other than prayers for her family, and especially her children.

    As a result of that post, though, “Tinkerbell’s” virtual friends stepped up and quickly raised the $7,000 she needed to save her home. One person called it a “virtual barn raising.”

    I don’t know where you are and I have no idea how God can use this story in your life, but if you are in a position to help someone today, please find a way to do so. If you can’t do it alone, gather other people and get it done. Let your light shine in the world, beginning with your Jerusalem, right here in our town, and then going to the rest of the world.

    But if you find yourself down on your luck, we are here to pray and encourage you. At the end of the service, I will stay upfront for a few minutes, if you need prayers.

    But remember, no matter what happens, Jesus is still a Savior for YOU, and you can go to Him and ask Him to give you the strength to keep moving forward.

    Merry Christmas and a very blessed New Year!

    Ivanildo C. Trindade

  • ivanildotrindade 5:39 pm on December 7, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: American Psychiatric Association, Asperger syndrome, autism, Bipolar disorder, Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, DSM-5, importance of education, new disorders, odd behavior, Tantrum, throwing tantrums   

    Soon Your Odd Behavior Will Become a Disability 

    There is a reason I have insisted that all my children go to college and pursue education to the highest level they are able to pursue. Actually, there is more than one reason.

    Obviously, finances have something to do with it. Over a lifetime a person with a college education will make an average of a million dollars more than one who didn’t finish college. But money is not the only reason. There is also the realization that in our societies, for good or for worse, it is the people with the diplomas on their walls that often make decisions that affect our lives. And I want my children to at least be part of that conversation.

    I often offer my children my life as an example. I just started a new job as a lead pastor at a church in Pennsylvania. This is something I have been looking for my entire life and it would have not been possible to get if I didn’t pursue higher education. I tell my kids that if I was able to get where I did, anybody can.

    Consider this: I was born on a tiny island on the Amazon, destined to a life without. People who come from the part of the world I come from don’t normally get a chance to even walk through the halls of learning. My father never studied beyond 5th grade and my mother only finished High School.

    On top of that, my dad was a fisherman and we were destitute. No one cared about us and the few families who lived along the stretch of river we lived on were dying from perfectly curable diseases such as malaria and diarrhea. I nearly escaped death on more than one occasion and the reason my family (or at least several family members) didn’t perish is because a missionary by the name of Bill Burk not only introduced my dad to Christ but also delivered to my mom, religiously, every month, the “magic pills” that kept us alive — vitamins and parasite medicine.

    I was introduced to books when we moved into the city. There was an older man on our street, an Italian immigrant, who every adult warned us to stay away from his house. He was called a “communist” by so many people it made me want to look up the meaning of that word. Instead, I started peeking into this man’s house and soon discovered that the rooms were lined with books from wall to wall.

    I never ventured inside, but I admired that man. No matter what the neighbors said about him, he always had his books. And I yearned to discovered the world he inhabited… only a book away from paradise. This man, without knowing, gave me an insatiable desire to read everything I could lay my hands on, which was not very much.

    And this brings me back to this whole idea of intellectuals making decisions that affect our lives. This week I read that Psychiatrists, for the first time in 20 years, decided to change the guidebook they use to promote mental disorders. The book is not out yet, but some of the changes have leaked. Among them, dropping certain familiar terms, such as Asperger’s disorder and dyslexia, and the most interesting of all, calling frequent temper tantrums a mental illness or  ‘disruptive mood dysregulation disorder,’ the proposed name for the new disease. Now, when you read the next paragraph, please bear in mind that there are people who agree with this change. They say it will address concerns about too many kids being misdiagnosed with bipolar disorder and treated with powerful psychiatric drugs. I am not so convinced myself. I mean, if kids are being drugged up by some medical professionals, how will it be any different if the nomenclature is changed? Couldn’t it also mean that they will be prescribed more medicine now?

    Since insurance companies take their cues from this hollowed book, they will probably expand their coverage to include treatment for kids who suffer from this disorder. Parents will be frowned upon for disciplining their children when they decide to bang their heads against the floor and scream in the grocery store because mommy didn’t get their favorite candy. Schools might be required to hire specialist who will give one-on-one attention to tantrum prone kids and administrators will have to put up with all sorts of odd behavior during meetings and if they say something, they just might hear people say, “I couldn’t help but throw the stapler at her. I am DMDD. It’s a disability. I can replace the stapler but could I be excused from work for the next three days so I can see my therapist and try to get this under control?”

    And that is why I want my kids to go and get their PhD’s. Perhaps one day they will be in a position to save us from so much insanity.

    Ivanildo C. Trindade


    • Patti Lehman 6:55 pm on December 7, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      I was talking to my radio when I heard about this yesterday. Physician heal thyself!

      • ivanildotrindade 7:03 pm on December 7, 2012 Permalink | Reply

        patti. u talk to your radio? i only play it. it’s the only thing i can play… :). yes, remember this was Jesus saying the multitudes were sure to use that proverb against him. they couldn’t be more wrong! sometimes just because u have the power to DO something does not mean u SHOULD do it. restrain may be one of the best measures of a person’s character. God is the restrainer in chief and were He not to be, we would have been vanquished a long time ago. thanks for replying.

        • Patti Lehman 3:44 pm on December 9, 2012 Permalink

          Yes, I talk to my radio routinely, maybe I have a disorder too! This is the piece I heard on the revisions to the DSM. http://www.npr.org/blogs/health/2012/11/30/166252201/weekend-vote-will-bring-controversial-changes-to-psychiatrists-bible

          Forbes did an article too that I read. I find it troubling that sometimes the normal stuff of life is now diagnosable. Is that even a word? Maybe I think on too simplistic of terms but we all suffer from a problem with rebellion at some point in our lives which can create a terrible downward spiral of symptoms and pain. Grief is also another “problem” under review which caused me to talk to me radio….

          Being labeled is never easy for a multitude of reasons. I am not denying a variety of mental illness truly do exist. This is a subject close to my heart. I have people I love dearly who are struggling to cope with their thoughts and pain.

          My hope is that a generation of medical professionals will rise up to take into account the whole person mind, body,and spirit and begin to treat them with great compassion and understanding and not just label them with a disorder but teach them how to live productive lives with some measure of happiness and purpose.

        • ivanildotrindade 7:47 pm on December 25, 2012 Permalink

          Yes, that is my hope too. Too many people suffering, and in some cases, their suffering could at least be diminished. Merry Christmas, Patti.

    • Mary Barr 7:35 pm on December 7, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      From what I understand-Asperger’s will now be classified under Autism disorders, which may be a good thing for those seeking treatment for their children.
      AND welcome to Lititz!!..and praying for Naza to feel better very soon!

    • Vital Simplicity 11:20 am on December 10, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      Thought-provoking, as usual, Ivanildo. I appreciate your sharing about your childhood and am so glad you were blessed with that missionary. I am finding myself drawn to service in Brazil. Advice?

      • ivanildotrindade 7:48 pm on December 25, 2012 Permalink | Reply

        Brazil, eh? Know a thing or two about the place… 🙂 E-mail me. Merry Christmas, Julie.

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