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Have you ever heard of the poem and book, Children Learn What They Live by Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.?   I think I’ve been aware of it all my adult life because my mother would quote it from time to time or at least quote the title. But just to refresh your memory, here’s a short excerpt:  If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn. If children live with hostility, they learn to fight. If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive…If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence…If children live with acceptance, they learn to love…If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness… [1]   Even though this comes from a secular point of view to me, it has always made sense. However, where true believers are concerned, the poem stops short, and we could add more. If children live with LOVE, they learn to trust. If children live with GRACE, they learn to forgive. If children live with RIGHTEOUSNESS , they learn uprightness of heart.   Maybe


Image When I was young, I remember rushing to the side of the road when a m i l i t a r y convoy would drive by. What joy I’d feel waving to the s o l d i e r s . My spirit would lift, and my heart puffed with p a t r i o t i s m . I thank God for those who currently serve and those who gave their lives for this country. And hearing the words of The Battle Hymn of the Republic and America the Beautiful , I’m inspired to work and fight right alongside these brave individuals to preserve the f r e e d o m God bestowed upon this nation.   Sadly, this freedom is being stripped away. And while it feels like it happened overnight, in reality, it’s been happening for at least 75 years. Our nation has slowly and systematically expelled the One True and Living God from schools, courts, government, businesses, and our everyday lives.   Why would we do such a thing when we, of all nations, have been so blessed?   Evil —pure, unadulterated evil.   In Matthew 24, Jesus address


       Spiritual darkness hung in the Praetorium like a dense fog. Black wisps of demonic hordes flitted about and entered the minds of the Romans. Heavy oppression compressed the lungs while heaving chests squeezed out air, and eyes clouded over with great deception.      Pilate rose from his seat of judgment and strolled toward Jesus, shaking his head at the insanity of the bogus trial, and this condemned One’s refusal to defend Himself. “He only mentioned truth ,” he mumbled, “and bearing witness to truth .” His brows furrowed. Nearing the place where Jesus stood, Pilate looked Him in the eye and said in a condescending tone, “ What is truth ? ”   Such an amazing question! And, one we need to know how to answer because TRUTH has been deemed relative for quite some time now. In other words, your truth may not be my truth. But this thought is just a regurgitation of Israel’s sad state of affairs, “In those days there was no king in Israel; everyone did what was right in his own e
  WHAT IS TRUTH? Part 1   Flaming torches lit the road as guards carrying swords and clubs surrounded Him. Throughout the night, they tortured, tried, and convicted Him, even though four days earlier, citizens hailed Him as Messiah the Prince. [1] A nearby rooster crowed while a sliver of white light crested the horizon, and a cloaked figure ran from the courtyard weeping. Morning brightened the streets but not the hateful temperaments. Torches doused until night returned, and the evil parade marched on to the Praetorium.   Outside this notorious citadel, self-righteous Pharisees who had named themselves His judge and jury summoned Pontius Pilate. Normally, a criminal would be escorted inside to the Bema—the judgment seat—but it was Passover. Entering a Gentile dwelling caused defilement making the Jew unable to partake. What a contradiction—what a joke—since they had the TRUE Passover Lamb in their custody

Whom Do We Wrestle?

Image free stock photo    Do you ever think life is hard? Goodness, I do. There are days, even weeks, where everything goes well. I feel God’s presence, hear His voice, learn from His Word, and life flows along like a deep, smooth river. And then there are times I slip on a rug and crash to the floor blindsided by a situation so confusing I just throw up my hands and shout, “What in the world is going on?”   In those moments, I tend to focus on the situation. What did I do to cause this, and how can I fix it? But after a while, I get irritated. If I hurt someone’s feelings by giving my opinion, why am I not entitled to my opinion? And why am I always the one punished? Why can’t that person just shrug it off and forgive?   The Lord allowed me to wallow for a few minutes, and then He said, “Now prepare yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer Me.” [1]     “Yes, Lord, I’m listening.”     “You know my Word and what I require of you. Wha