I believe our sons and daughters are potential weapons of mass destruction against the diabolical strategies of hell, just like Moses, Nehemiah, Daniel and Peter were. That's why our grassroots movement is constantly under enemy fire. Haven't you noticed the target that seems to be painted on your back, your marriage, and your offspring? It's not your imagination or that rascal of a man you married. You are engaged in critical warfare.

Homeschooling is a no-brainer. It works. Home-educated kids aren't only testing higher on average than children who are conventionally schooled,2 but they are a fundamentally different specimen altogether. Their substance is rich, due in large part to living life daily with the true experts they need—us, the parents. Homeschooled kids also have a built-in learning lab called "loving and serving our siblings," a daily exercise that builds character and fosters deep camaraderie with their brothers and sisters whom they likely wouldn't even know or would at best endure, after being divided into age-segregated institutional settings rife with hostility and peer dependency for eight hours every day.

Even the media is acknowledging our exploits and censuring the public educational system. In fall of last year, Fox News declared, "Homeschooling Surges in U.S. as Parents Reach for Legal Rights."3 Recently WorldNetDaily's popular Internet site shouted, "Homeschooling Goes Boom in America: 74% increase in number of families teaching own children,"4 while in another camp, CNN.com's Jack Cafferty heralded, "Our [public] schools get lousy grades." Cafferty charged, " . . . The [state educational] system has morphed into this giant government bureaucracy that sucks up billions and billions of dollars for everything except teaching children reading, writing, and arithmetic (and sciences). We pay school administrators hundreds of thousands of dollars to preside over these failed enterprises that produce their share of functional illiterates."5

"The foolishness of God is wiser than men" (I Corinthians 1:25), and God continues to display the utter nonsense of the experts of our day who persist in pushing parents further and further to the margins of their children's lives. Those experts are doomed to fail, because parent-teachers are God's idea: "And these words, which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart: And thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up." (Deuteronomy 6:6-7)

So why must we pray about whether or not to send our kids away to be trained by institutions for the best forty hours of every week? Most parents won't share their car keys or pin numbers with anyone, yet they'll give strangers complete, unsupervised access to their most valuable treasures—their offspring—without a second thought.

I'm passionate about this stuff, but I didn't always see things so clearly. Rewind about thirty years and there I was: a naïve but determined radical feminist by the age of 16. Yep, I was the fruit of Gloria Steinem and her cronies by my sophomore year in public high school. I didn't look at little ones playing in the park and think, "How cute." I thought, "What snotty-nosed, inconvenient pains in the neck." I was planning a future without a husband, children, and all their entanglements. But just before I could entrench myself in the adult decisions propelling me to such a destiny, God boldly interrupted my plans.

I became a bona fide "born-again." Everything about my life changed so rapidly that my parents' heads spun. They wondered on a daily basis, "Who is she, and what has she done with our daughter?" I became engaged and married to Gregory, a minister (the plot thickens!), within about a year—just six months after graduation at the tender age of 18.