...and she cries.

Do you know who Joey Feek is? I did not until very recently. I saw a little family who love Jesus. Joey and Rory are Christian entertainers. And she has stage four cancer. Their story is here.

I am helpless. And in the end, alone. When I die, no one comes with me. I can't imagine staring at that empty side of our bed. Now and then I'll find myself worrying about losing him. My fear can outdo me, but God has other plans. His plan of Salvation is my remedy, my strength, my rock. If it were not for Him, for Jesus, I would drown.

There are so many stories of terminally ill people, they grasp for one extra shred of LIFE, one more DAY, while women end the lives of their children for the crime of being unplanned. Life for one is immeasurable and priceless, for others it's 'choice'.

So I come home after seeing women march their unborn children into a modern day Auschwitz while another mother struggles to stay alive to care for her family. I wonder how many unborn babies died today, at the hands of people who are chosen by God to protect them. The disparity is more than I can bear. On days like this I try to drown out what I've seen all morning. I realize how human I really am. SO, more noise, the better - because I cry.

But don't despair, I get it! Tragedy will strengthen another's faith. People have this all wrong! Whatever God has allowed will glorify Him no matter what we try to do. My abortion in 1978 was a TRAGEDY; well, it still is. But God took that and turned it around, saw others that need to be strengthened, and used this horrible thing to build them up.

It is tragic that this young woman may die, and it is a tragedy that over 3500 unborn babies will die that very same day. Don't see through the eyes of your humanity - instead, try to see through His eyes.

 "These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world." John 16:33

Winter is coming, the season is almost over. And the harvest will be soon.

As I watch the season coming to a close, all of the evidence is there. The days become pale, trees sway in the wind grasping to its last leaf, gardens get thin and tired. Even the air smells different and the sunshine gets weary.

Winter is coming, the season's almost over.

In each of my seasons I see blunders, conquering feats, blessed quiet, and some increase. Every garden gets a little growth, you would think. Even with the best of intentions and love, sometimes that garden just will not thrive. I thought I could farm this wee bit of land that was given to me. I tried to raise the most beautiful garden the best I knew how, I prayed for guidance, I hoped for the right amount of rain. To my utter bewilderment, my wee farm will not thrive.

Then, it's time to get my hands into the soil again. Winter is coming, the season is almost over.

One day my wee bit of land was taken away. The more I tried to till and fertilize, the worse it got. I thought I was a failure. I believed that all the love I ever had just would not thrive in my wee farm, or anywhere else.  I cried at the disbelief of it all. And one day I realized it was never mine, I was only borrowing it until mine was ready.

Inconsolable. Still prideful. But winter is coming, the season is almost over.

I miss that bit of land. I loved it more than it loved me. I tried hard, I really did. But one day, when I would have never expected it, I was given another wee farm to till. It was different than the first, it seemed much harder to work and love. I barely liked it. So I asked the Giver of the land, "Why me? What can I do? This land is hard and barren." All the Giver told me to do is to keep tilling, keep planting, and there will be increase.

Even so, winter is coming, the season is almost over. And the harvest will be soon.

As hard as this soil is, I continue to till and furrow the rows, to plant the seed, and wait for rain. I'm thankful the Giver of this land loves me so much that He trusts me with this wee bit of a farm. It is mine for a time, the seasons are almost over, and the harvest is very soon.

Don't lose heart, do not be grieved. Till your land, make your furrows, plant the seed. And the harvest will be great.

v35 Then Jesus went about all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the gospel of the kingdom, and healing every sickness and every disease among the people. v36 But when He saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion for them, because they were weary and scattered, like sheep having no shepherd. v37 Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few. v38 Therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.” Matthew 9:35-38

The Death Song of the Proabort Pundit

This morning I saw a quote from a prochoicer that stated 'abortion is a sign of failure'. That person is absolutely correct. But who's failure is it? With me, it was my failure as a 17 year old to not stand my ground with my mother. It was also my mother's failure as a parent and grandparent trying wipe her hands of the financial responsibility of her grandchild. It was the failure of the Church to say nothing about abortion, it's silence deafening. It was the failure of a nation that allowed Roe to be law. It was the failure of the Supreme Court to side with Sarah Weddington who seems to know what's best about unplanned and/or unwanted pregnancy.

Yes, abortion is a dismal failure. And we see it everyday on the faces of women and girls who think abortion is their only option. Experts in addiction say that there is a 'rock bottom' that addicts have to get to in order to get clean, to survive. I do not agree, and I've been on the other side of addiction. On this side, you see misery and hatred and emptiness and just one step from death. Then, are we to just wait until death is imminent or intervene with love and Jesus NOW?

Then, shouldn't we acknowledge that abortion is rock bottom and that an intervention could have saved BOTH the mother and the child's life? Jesus is always the answer to every question. But they need ears to hear: "How then shall they call on Him in whom they have not believed? And how shall they believe in Him whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without a preacher?" [Rom 10:14].

In ministry, everyday is an adventure, everyday is an opportunity. Probably the most prayed prayer for me is asking God to send us someone to witness to, someone who needs a word from the Lord, someone who needs to hear that she's important to God.

But every once in a great while, a proabort pundit will show up on the sidewalk. They think abortion is the answer to every question. They scream at women entering that chop shop with pathetic 'I support your choice' rhetoric. Does the proabort pundit know that most women don't make this choice for herself? Does she know the order of command that forced her there that day? I wonder if this proabort pundit thought that her words would get her the high five she wanted. I'd say NO. Rather, she gets stunned looks of grief because of her failure who believes the only answer is to kill the unborn life within her.

This whole Planned Parenthood issue has brought out the demons that surround the Pink Palace of death. Every blog I read or comments on news stories are laced with filthy obscenities and lies. I expect this to happen on the sidewalk but when I'm out shopping while wearing a prolife tshirt OR proabort drivers hating my life and God affirming stickers on my car? How dare I save lives and show the love of Jesus!

The Word says: "For your sake, we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter," [Rom 8:36].

Take a breath, take one for the team, show the love of Jesus.

Dear Proabort Pundit - This is a public sidewalk. You may come here just like we can! ABSOLUTELY! But I challenge you with this: Offer real help and hope to pre-abortive women and post-abortive women because your usual I SUPPORT YOUR CHOICE vomit will not pay her rent, will pay for groceries, will not get her a ride to work, and will not help her support system. Abortion won't pay her bills, so will you step up and help her when she finds out you're a LIAR? Abortion kills unborn children. Never has abortion paid one bill. Never has abortion made her more powerful. Never has abortion been there in the middle of the night when she cries. Never.

Proabort Pundit, sing your song somewhere else while us grownups are sharing the love of Jesus with the lost and dying. Women come to this facility over her own failure. Their lives depend on a living Gospel, not proabort rhetoric.

Just ask the woman at the well [John 4:4-29], the woman caught in adultery [John 8:3-11] and the woman with the issue of blood [Luke 8:43-48].

Praying the Distance

I'm watching a church service this morning and it's time to pray for the sick. I remember standing in for members of our families for healing all the time. Somehow I kept  it up, though I saw no results with my human eyes. Maybe their healing is on the other side, maybe they will get the miracle they hope for.

But what the church doesn't see anymore are miracle healings; people stacked up at the altar praying through, waiting, expecting, sometimes for HOURS and DAYS. I've read books and stories of these miracles; blind eyes opened, deaf ears hear, a shorter limb lengthened, even the dead brought back to life.

Why doesn't this happen anymore?

Prayer is like running. When you start running, it's not so bad. You start to huff and puff a bit, time goes very slow, after a while your lungs feel like concrete and that searing pain in your side is crippling. Most people stop running. They just stand there knowing they have to get home, at the very least. Some people start walking instead. But very few run through the pain.

The pain is there to make us stop, turn around, go back, go no further. But runners know that when the pain starts, it's just the beginning of a long, long run that has no pain, only results, because the pain does stop.

We don't 'see' results when we pray because no one goes the distance, prays through the hard part with expectation. Yes, we petition the Lord, but we do not run the distance with prayer. Imagine the results, the MIRACLES, if we did!

Faith. Have faith, pray much, expect more!

“Most assuredly, I say to you, he who believes in Me, the works that I do he will do also; and greater works than these he will do, because I go to My Father." John 14:12

It May be Summer, but Winter's coming.

It's nearly harvest time. Fruit trees are heavy with their sweet burden, soon the fields will be orange with pumpkins and other Autumn goodness. Crickets and cicadas are wonderfully loud. The days are just a bit shorter. God is working, He is changing things bringing our attention to the bounty to come.

Is Winter coming? Yes. But why are we so disappointed of its coming? Have you ever noticed the bright blue of the winter sky? And when every leaf has fallen to protect the soil for next spring, the browns and bronze and copper all glinting against the blue sky is glorious! Add a puff of an occasional white cloud to bring it all together. Yes, I can smell the snow coming.

Yet the gloominess will overcome now and then, the snow will fall. But sprinkle a little of the Plan of God on it and you'll see the beauty I see. He is always working, He is always there. Even the snug blanket that God puts on the earth does not keep Him from us!

With God, everything does work together with a well thought out and orchestrated plan that we cannot imagine or understand. But there is comfort and joy in knowing He is still there, even in the Winter of our days.

Yes, I'll miss the green grass and warm summer rain. I may even lament it a bit. But knowing that a new bounty is a grasp away renews my Faith and my resolve.

I'll miss you, Summer, but the Autumn of my days are here and I am looking forward to the Winter.

"Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest." John 4:35

The Prayer of the Sojourning Christian.

I cried, but no one heard.
I was hurt, but no one helped.
I fought alone to no avail,
I waited, but no one came.

I saw, but couldn't remember.
I heard, but couldn't discern.
I held out my hand, but it came back empty.
My heart hurt, and no one comforted me.

How can I love when I receive none,
Where is the delight in life?
Is it in the mirror looking back at me
Or is it in the eyes of another?

Lord! Come closer, be near me
Because my fight is harder than ever.
You are my only Joy, my Salvation
From a life of tears and remorse.

I have lost so much and gained little.
This world has spewed me out
But it won't let me go.
Let me go, world...I am not yours.

But I look up and see my Abundance
In a face I have not yet met.
His beauty is infinite, His love is unmatched.
Just a little while longer, He says, You are not done.

I hold my hands up to Him in Praise
and seek His warmth with sweet tears.
I am yours, I say, I am yours!
Touch me today, Lord...Touch me today!

I am a stranger, a sojourner in this world.
My woes are His, but the consequences are mine.
I look to Him, I Praise His name!
Until I cross that River, I will rest in Him!

©katherinemarple ©mylifeasachristian

"Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28

Even as a #Prolife Activist, birthdays ain't my thing.

I'll clarify: I don't celebrate my birthday. Ever.

"But you are a prolifer," you're thinking. Yes, I am, probably the most obnoxious and out loud one you'll find. And it's not an 'age' thing or anything like that. It's that I was privileged TO be born while millions and millions have not.

My husband and I have literally fought over this. He wants to celebrate my birth with all the pomp and circumstance he can muster. He's the best guy ever. He is so precious to me.

Maybe I'm wrong. It's not a martyr thing, I assure you. I don't like attention. I don't like making a day 'mine', I hate that even on this day, the anniversary of my birth, over 3500 babies will lose their lives and never have their birthdays. Ever.

I wish I could explain this better. But just know that I thank God every day for my great health and the many blessings He has given me, despite my occasional disobedience. I thank God that He gave ME His only Son to save me from an eternal HELL.

Seriously, what more could I possibly want or need? I'd rather see that all unborn children be given the chance to have their first birthday; a life with a plan known to God and peace. Especially peace.

Not a great week for Constitutional Rights and Freedoms.

So much happening lately; too much, really. I wonder at times what much go through God's mind when He sees the unquenchable hatred for Him. Jesus died for each one of us and gets ridiculed and mocked for it by blood thirsty homosexuals partying in the streets for gay marriage.

It's interesting how gay marriage came WAY after IVF. The argument was that a gay 'union' cannot procreate, then cannot sustain the earth's population. But as 'science' continued to be as God, it now resembles what the godless wants: To create life, to BE God. Pandora's Box pretty much puked up everything.

The Supreme Court has made it's way to making a new federal state, much like a 51st state, one that will rule the nation. SCOTUS is much like God haters who try to dispel him, Constitutional laws made and were once protected are now just toilet paper to these hags that are appointed, not elected BY THE PEOPLE....you know, to protect the people....from them.

America is becoming what England was: Patriarchal and persecutors. Even after all the war and the blood shed, the Constitution has become worthless as the SCOTUS continues its rampage like Godzilla over Tokyo.

Ironclad prolife laws in Texas are overturned putting unborn Texans at risk of death and dismemberment, a Ten Commandments monument in Oklahoma is suddenly unconstitutional, most abortion 'clinics' are protected even though settled state law says no, "Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals ruled that "Mississippi may not shift its obligation with respect to the established constitutional rights of its citizens to another state". And add trying to deface and erase American Civil War History as if it never happened.

Loud. Audible. Sigh.

State sovereignty. Tenth Amendment. This was to protect the people, not become some kind of socialistic dynasty. And then it seems as if this is all lulling us asleep while Greece is about to default and ISIS threatening Fourth of July celebrations.

Christians have to abide by man's law but we are supposed to TRUST GOD. He is our salvation, not the SCOTUS. Just like all of us, even they have to answer to God for their actions.

 

Even so, Joy Comes in the Mourning.

I went to an Infant Loss Memorial recently. It's for the loss of children through miscarriage, abortion, perinatal, SIDS, etc. It was a beautiful ceremony, Christ-centered, tactful, loving, and safe. It was a good place to mourn our children, to have fellowship with other moms, to tell stories, share testimonies, offer hope.

During the memorial, we were offered a candle to light for our children, to offer them to God if they had not yet done so. I remember thinking there isn't enough candles for my losses, my children. Yes, it's symbolic. Some people need that, the ceremony. And tragically, some parents have not 'offered' their child to the Lord. It's truly a process just for the parents because God has already accepted them. But we need to know He is with them, we need that comfort.

I was victimized by abortion and suffered miscarriages. Women told stories of their children and loss. It was wonderful to see married couples there because sometimes husbands don't want to face the loss or doesn't believe there really was a loss. To some, people just die. For others, there just isn't enough candles.

"For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with Him." ~ 1Thessalonians 4:14

While I have loss, and it was tragic, others walk a harder walk: "...while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us," [Rom 5:8]. Us...each and every one of US.

I thank God my hope is in Jesus, because sometimes...there just isn't enough candles.

....and then there's the day AFTER Mother's Day.

Mother's Day is not what it is for everyone else.

I have learned a long time ago not to wait by my telephone on Mother's Day. Sometimes it rings, sometimes it doesn't. This is why my husband and I usually take a day trip that day. We really love to get out and drive the countryside, see and hear God's creation, give Glory to God....because sometimes, my telephone doesn't ring.

It doesn't ring for everyone else, either. I know too many moms who have been rejected by their adult kids. I have grown accustomed to the disrespect and hate, I can't change them. So, I have to change ME.

Parents have to not look back but blaze a trail FORWARD. If we are forgiven by God, then who are they to keep us in THEIR subjection? That, my friends, is being held hostage. And I won't live like that....anymore.

There are other victims of Mother's Day: post abortive women, women who miscarried, kids in foster care, adopted kids, the brokenhearted, etc. A victim stays a victim until you escape. A holiday does not identify who we are to God. We are His, we are forgiven; if our kids can't forgive, then too bad. I can't live in the memory they have for us for the rest of THEIR lives.

My husband honors me for Mother's Day. He always has. He knows that this day is really about MOM, they one who gave life, the one who loves unconditionally, the one who is there when she's not needed or wanted. I have made mistakes just like every other person in the world, but I certainly don't need a holiday to remind me of it.

Happy Day After Mother's Day:

v16 Thus says the Lord:

“Refrain your voice from weeping,
And your eyes from tears;
For your work shall be rewarded, says the Lord,
And they shall come back from the land of the enemy.
v17 There is hope in your future, says the Lord,
That your children shall come back to their own border." Jeremiah 31:15-17

Is Bullying the New Black?

Hate is a strong word, why are we forced to use it so much? We are so sanctimonious and smug as humans, constantly we drone on about me me me. Sometimes I think it's because we are tying to protect ourselves, other times it is to replenish what another has taken away so barbarically.

All this talk about bullying in the world today, is this the new 'hate' word?

Bullying has been around way longer than the agendas that rely on it today. It's not a victimless crime, it does not go without grief.

When I was a kid, I had the audacity to be too skinny, too tall, too pale, too brown headed which of course meant that I had to be the target of every bully at every school for any reason. Every day I dealt with it. I wasn't black/asian/hispanic, I wasn't gay...then how in the world could I have had the gall to be bullied when the protected classes weren't? Interesting. Every day I was called names. Every day I was told I was getting beaten up. Every day I walked home in total fear. Every day I wanted to die for the crime of being bullied. EVERY. DAY.

Hated. Plain and simple, I was hated for not being something else. And I had no special interest groups to protect me, I had no government offices or Senators willing to take my case to the Supreme Court; in fact the ACLU had absolutely no interest in my case. Why? Because of my so-called 'white privilege' which somehow miraculously gave me assumed protection that I never had. What a LIE. This is why I don't buy into protecting only certain kids from being bullied at schools; no one can hide. I've made that crystal clear. Schools today are training teachers and counselors to look past bullied kids like me and be like body armor to minority kids and gay kids.

So much for so-called 'white privilege'. Recently, most of the kids that have committed suicide for being bullied are average white kids. These days, I can't fathom how horrific it is with social media. Now everything is in real time, just a click away. Destroy someone's life...because you can.

The Bible says hate is akin to murder [1John 3:15]. In the hearts of bullies, I was murdered for the crime of being NOT them. When I was being bullied back then, I cried. Today, I PRAY. It's easy to hate back, but not wise or Godly. The hard thing to do is give them the other cheek [Matt 5:39].

Ultimately we all have to answer to God for what we have done or NOT done. Life is about pressing on, dying well, knowing eternity is really forever, and at least trying to make things better so others will try to love FIRST.

If you are being bullied, remember that GOD LOVE YOU! And tell someone! And if they don't do anything, TELL SOMEONE ELSE. And keep telling until it stops.

HEY! Who's the Parent Around Here??? The Answer is Not What You Think.

What are we teaching our kids? What are we teaching our ADULT kids? Have you made a public profession of continuing to be their parent OR do you think they really aren't paying attention?

Sounds weird, eh? Yeah, I know. But hear me out.

Parents preach what they want from kids but do they actually DO rather than just preach? I've often thought that being a parent is like being a Pastor of a church...or is it the other way around, I wonder. Anyway, God gives us these wonderful little people to love and teach so that they can do the same for their children. Instead, kids react to what they SEE rather than HEAR.

Jesus told us to get the LOG out of our own eye before we can tell our brother to get the speck out if his [Matt 7:3-5]. Excellent advice, I'd say. But few take it.

Then, are parents just a spring of advice or are they doers? Obviously, we should be both. Before I came to Christ many years ago and a parent, I preached all kids of stuff to the kids without backing it up. Most parents do. We see the freight train coming, we feel the storm about to erupt, WE KNOW. But what kids remember is quite a bit different of us parents trying to keep them out of a busy street with cars speeding toward them.

After I became a Christian, ALL of these things became crystal clear. I spoke it, didn't do it, and neither did my kids....then or now. So, I had to get my credibility back as their parent and keep it as a Christian. After all, God is who I have to answer to, ultimately.

When our adult kids do dumb stuff, bad things, or get caught up in another's web, they come out swinging remembering what they thought was 'cool dad' or 'fun mom' instead of the real deal life issues we tried to tackle when they were little. I guess what I'm trying to say is that parents will get the blunt end of everything, we have to persevere, the kids have to redirect their pain and suffering, and in the meantime we have to not be hurt by their disparity or disinterest or disbelief in us. The blame game is getting very old.  

Life isn't Nintendo. Remember when a Nintendo game made everything better? Ahhhh the 80's; no smartphones, no computers, no tablets, NO SOCIAL MEDIA! But even back then we left them in front of that game like some kind of cheap babysitter hoping for 'the best'. It made them happy then, but the 'best' came and went and left one heck of a mess.

Just like you and everyone else, I am still parenting adult kids - but this time I'm doing it with the help of God, trusting God, and showing them the love OF God for themselves and their lives.

God is really is the only way to having successful adult kids so they can have their own extraordinary families.

And the Pastor's wife said, "Your signs are mean!" Really...so is ABORTION.

There are no coincidences, God has His reasons for people meeting - even on the sidewalk.

A young woman stopped by today at the abortion facility, on the facility side of the sidewalk in their parking lot. She wanted to debate the signs that are used with Viv, our anchor sidewalk counselor. Apparently this woman believed the 'signs made people feel bad'. And to Viv's credit, these were 'unborn development' signs, not the graphic aborted signs that are usually used. 

Her position was that Jesus would never do this to women....the signs and people trying to counsel abortion-minded women, coming to the sidewalk that is. It is an incredible thing that people still believe Jesus to be some kind of weakling who would not defend the lives of unborn babies or anything uncomfortable. But the incredible part is that this young woman complaining we are not being Christ-like is a Pastor's wife. Yes, a PASTOR'S WIFE.

"And I am a Christian," she said, "and a Pastor's wife." She did not help her position but it did tell the tale of why Christians and Churches don't show up to defend God's creation.

The gloves came off when she told me she 'could eat my lunch' with scripture to defend her herself and Jesus...and that's all I needed. I promptly let her know that 'Reverend' is in front of my name, ordained and licensed. I also let her know that she, her pastor husband and their church are not here standing in the gap to defend and protect the image of God: unborn children. I told her she needs to go back to the first chapter of Romans to remind herself how God feels about people that "also approve of those who practice them" [Rom 1:18-32].

They are in grave error; choosing to ignore the plank in their own eye is why they can't see the truth:

"v3 And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye? v4 Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me remove the speck from your eye’; and look, a plank is in your own eye? v5 Hypocrite! First remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye." Matthew 7:3-5

I gave her plenty to think about. God brought this Pastor's wife to us so that He can break her comfort zone and break her heart over the daily murder of His creation. This article is not meant to bring condemnation to her [I am NOT God] but to bring awareness of what God really wants from her and the rest of us: OBEDIENCE.

Over 4000 unborn babies die every day because the church lays silent. The church always rests on what is comfortable rather than do what God called them to do. God NEVER calls anyone to do what is comfortable...EVER. 

What wouldn't Jesus do?  NOT show up. If Jesus turned over the money-changers tables in the temple, do you really believe Jesus would allow His creation to be disarticulated within the womb? "Do not think that I came to bring peace on earth. I did not come to bring peace but a sword", Matthew 10:34.

Then, what WOULD Jesus do? SHOW UP at the sidewalk and tell abortion-minded women they are killing His creation. Then Jesus would go to your 'church' and let them know they are NOT practicing or living His two commandments:

"v30 And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ This is the first commandment. v31 And the second, like it, is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:30-31

If the Church stays silent, abortion will never end. We try to contact and connect with churches all the time to help stand it the gap as Christ would but none call back, none show up.

I think that beam is so big in the Church's eye that it can't see past it to see their own error of not ministering to the 'least of these':

“v44 Then they also will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to You?’ v45 Then He will answer them, saying, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.’" Matthew 25:44-45

No Jesus in Church? Not if it gets a government check.

We preached a service today to people that come to get supplemental groceries. A church houses this service although they actually don't participate except for the money they get from the government to distribute it; everything is done with our own volunteers. We've recently found out that this particular church is pocketing the money and using donated food. What a lousy scam. Our church became involved years ago, before we were members, to serve and have a short church service for whomever comes to get groceries, and sometimes our church supplies much of the food. We have the service, we get to serve our own community while this hollow shell that was once a church keeps the money.

Very recently, the government stopped by and told our volunteers that if people want the food, they do not have to sit through the service, actually I somewhat agree with that. But what they followed up with was this: WE CANNOT SAY THE NAME OF JESUS AND SUPPLY FOOD...IN A CHURCH.

In a church...we cannot say the name of Jesus? All because this United Church of Christ church took government money. How obvious that this UCC is in it for the money, to line the coffers at the expense of the poor.

This is where we're going as a nation, becoming God-less by picking away at conservative Christians and real Christian work of trying to feed the poor, even after all that Jesus did and taught to us to do for the 'least of these'. This is so discouraging and disappointing. The 20+ folks who stayed for the service were given a good, straight forward salvation message. No fluff. Just truth from a loving heart.

Yes, people are hungry, the economy and world is hard and mean. People have little to no hope for anything. But they came to get food to eat and food for the soul. They came for bread and left with the Bread of LIFE.

Islam doesn't care about your denomination. Really.

An infidel is an infidel is an infidel. No rose here. Anything or anyone who is not Islam is an infidel.

Even an atheist. Or an agnostic. Or anything else. There is no room for discussion.

Islam doesn't care about your denomination. Seriously.

In conservative Christian circles, we understand who and what Islam is. We teach about and against this intrinsic evil. But we don't hear any denominations talking about Islam and the cancer it is. There can only be two reasons why anyone would ignore the rivers of bloodshed and beheadings of OTHER Christians:

1. Utter Denial.
2. Arrogance. 

Or perhaps both?

The 'President' is importing more muslim refugees than ever before. These new 'refugees' will not integrate with the general population like other immigrants do; rather, they buy up or are given property and put up privacy fences all around it to keep everyone OUT.

The 'President' extols Islam while picking away at the rights of Christians.

But does Islam know one Christian sect from another? Of course not. An infidel is an infidel is an infidel...a target. If you are resting in denominational Christianity or atheism or Mormonism to be spared of what's coming [or already] here in America, then you are wasting your time. Islam isn't picking out just rogue ultra conservative Christians that  have the guts to speak out against their diabolical agenda; didn't the beheading of 21 Egyptian Coptic Christians teach us anything? They weren't Baptists or Methodists or Unitarians....

Islam isn't gunning for just conservative Christians and everyone on Fox News; they're coming to a mall near you and training kids.

I wonder if they would spare their own converts? I would daresay that they will not because they aren't pure enough for Islam.

So, the big question is - can we do anything about this? Other than being keenly aware of the agenda, I'd say no. If our own muslim 'President' allows Islam in, then how can we possibly stand a chance? read this Arab 'fable':

One day an Arab and his camel were crossing the desert. Night came and the temperature became colder. The Arab put up his tent and tied the camel to it. The Arab went to sleep.The temperature became slightly colder and the camel asked the Arab if he (camel) could just put his nose in the tent to warm up. The Arab agreed that the camel could just put his nose in, because the tent was small and there was no room for 2. So the camel's nose became warm and after a while the temperature went down even more. 

The camel asked the Arab again, if he (camel) could just put his fore legs in because they were very cold. The Arab reluctantly agreed that the camel could only put his fore legs in and no more. So the camel moved in his fore legs and they became warm. After sometime the camel asked the Arab again that he had to put in his hind legs or else he won't be able to make the journey the next morning with frozen legs. So the Arab agreed and once the camel moved his hind legs in, there was no more room in the tent for the Arab and the Arab was kicked out.

The camel is in the tent, Islam is allowed and rewarded in a Christian founded country. Go to these links to find out more:

Creeping Sharia
Refugee Resettlement Watch
Counter Jihad Report
ACT for America
The Muslim Issue

An Army of ONE.

Little is much when God is in it. 

So many of us on the sidewalk and supporters of the sidewalk wonder if we make a dent, if we are heard, if lives are being saved. You see this surreal, blurry nightmare play out in front of you of death and hell. It's incredible to see so much deception around LIFE and so many trying to kill it. 

Little is MUCH when God is in it.

In ministry, we are seed planters. We keep planting. And planting. Paul said, "6 I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase. 7 So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase," [1Cor 3:6-7]. I have to trust God that I have planted seed and let Him, allow Him to nurture it. Once I let go and let God, I stopped trying to be as God. The results are His,  not mine. 

Little is MUCH when GOD is in it.

Pray that God brings you just one soul to witness to. Just one. It's a funny thing - whenever I ask God to do that, He answers. Sometimes He brings a pre-abortive mom or dad to me, sometimes a passerby who hates us, sometimes who thanks us. We never know, we shouldn't know. We just need to trust Him and enjoy what He will do!

Little is MUCH when GOD IS IN IT.

Jesus fed the five thousand by blessing what was there, two fish and five loaves, much to the amazement and awe of His disciples. They saw in the natural and reacted in the natural, "Send them away, that they may go into the country round about, and into the villages, and buy themselves bread: for they have nothing to eat," [Mark 6:36]. 

But have you blessed what you have? Jesus did, He took the food that was there and blessed it. His provision is better than ours! Why do we fight Him? Even an army of one can do what a multitude can't, if God is in it:

41 And when he had taken the five loaves and the two fishes, he looked up to heaven, and blessed, and brake the loaves, and gave them to his disciples to set before them; and the two fishes divided he among them all.42 And they did all eat, and were filled.43 And they took up twelve baskets full of the fragments, and of the fishes.44 And they that did eat of the loaves were about five thousand men. [Mark 6:41-44]

Your efforts are not unnoticed, your calling is sure. Don't lose hope or give up...but look UP.