Christmas, and heaven, are for children

It began with a baby. A night like every other was also a night like no other. A baby struggled His way into the world. In doing so, He changed it forever.

There is something special, pure and exhilarating about seeing the unbridled joy and wonder in the eyes of a child at Christmas. For the adults, it can be a beating. Life is hectic. It’s filled with pressure. It’s filled with elbows and impatience in the stores. We have lost the wonder.

Jesus came into the world as humbly as possible. A gooey, completely dependent infant. The head which would one day be scarred with a crown of thorns, couldn’t be supported by His tiny, weak neck. His voice, which spoke the universe into existence, couldn’t be heard until his lungs were free of the fluid which enveloped him for nine months. The Savior of the world, umbilically connected to a simple teenage girl.

In Matthew 18, the disciples asked Jesus who would be the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. In what must have been a startling moment for them, Jesus told them that we must “change” and become like little children in order to enter the kingdom. He went on to say that those who assume a lowly place of a child would be the greatest in heaven.

Humility. Instead of jostling for position, instead of bickering and competing with one another, instead of having to be right, we are called to be humble. Not immature. Not ignorant. But humble.

When we are in a state of humility, and we are in the presence of something glorious and astounding, we are overwhelmed with wonder, just like the wide-eyed awe of a child. This is where we need to be. This is where I need to be.

As we celebrate and consider the meaning and joy of this day, let us be mindful of what we can learn from a child. Let us not be so dignified that we can’t allow ourselves to be stunned into silence, with our mouths agape, as we consider the glory of the Christ child. Let your heart be a humble manger.

Experience the joy and the wonder of Christmas, like a humble child.

Best Christmas ever…so far

Like a good play, life has acts. Act one is the “kid” years. Act two is typically those middle years when many go off to college, experience independence, get married and start families.

For me, the second act has been much longer than I had anticipated.

When we assess our lives and our experiences, we do so in some form of context. I had a good childhood. Great memories. I never was left wanting for anything. Well, there were the times I wanted bikes and cars when Santa didn’t exactly come through, but I now understand that those things were not always what I truly needed. Understanding the difference between what we want and what we need comes with maturity.

As I am now in Act 3 of my life, the gap between my needs and wants has narrowed. The things that mean most to me are not even things. The best gifts I was given this year didn’t have price tags on them. The elements that made this the best Christmas ever were linked to tears and smiles that came from expressions of the heart.

I received two priceless gifts this Christmas. In chronological order, the first was a journal. It is a prayer journal Sarah-Jane started on October 25th, 2013. My mom’s birthday. As I opened it to the inside cover, she had attached a closeup photograph of my mother on the right hand page. On the inside cover, opposite her picture, Sarah wrote her first prayer for the journal. She expressed her desire to take the baton from my mom, and accept the role as the one who would pray for me, as my mom had until she died.

It took me five minutes to get past the inside cover of the journal.

The journal is an ongoing, never-ending work. So I will have to surrender it back to her before I return to California. I absolutely can’t wait to read it all over again, as well as the new installments that will await when I get to see it again in February when she comes to visit me in California.


The second gift was equally touching. She created a scrapbook of our story. The very first page included wonderful details that brought us together. The book is filled with sentimental thoughts, pictures, notes and keepsakes. It was so amazing to see us through her eyes and heart.

There is nothing she could have bought me that could have meant more to me, that would have touched my heart as deeply as these two gifts. She just gets me. She knows how I think. She knows what touches my heart. God knows every detail about us, and places just the right person in our lives who knows how to love, respect and feed those parts that make us who we are.

I’m thankful that things aren’t as important to me as they once were. I’m thankful that sacrificially blessing others, speaking into their lives, sharing your heart, and thoughtful expressions of love and appreciation are the things that will span the test of time. No assembly or batteries are necessary.

This has simply been the best Christmas ever. So far.

What Christmas is ALL about – One Solitary Life

One Solitary Life By James A. Francis 

He was born in an obscure village the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in still another village where He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty, and then for three years He was an itinerant preacher.

He never wrote a book.
He never held an office.
He never had a family.
He never owned a house.
He never went to college.
He never visited a big city.

He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born.

He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness. He had no credentials but Himself.

He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against Him. His friends ran away. He was turned over to His enemies and went through the mockery of a trial.

He was nailed to a cross between two thieves.

While He was dying His executioners gambled for His clothing, the only property He had on earth.

When He was dead He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.

Twenty centuries have come and gone, and today Jesus is the central figure of the human race, the leader of mankind’s progress.Nativity

All the armies that have ever marched
All the navies that have ever sailed
All the parliaments that have ever sat
All the kings that have ever reigned put together

Have not affected the life of mankind on this earth as much as that one solitary life.

Merry Christmas from my family, to yours.


Christmas, Duck Dynasty and Gay Marriage

For a few weeks now, I’ve been seriously contemplating writing about today’s politically “correct” environment and how it has affected some of the most wonderful things in our culture, such as Christmas. As I’ve thought about it over the past few weeks, I just haven’t had, or taken the time to sit down at the computer and write it out.

Then the recent “controversy” with Phil Robertson, of the TV show Duck Dynasty, hit the news.

My original premise to the post I intended to write was about how thankful I am for those I consider friends, especially those who don’t agree with me in the areas that are lifestyle sensitive. Again, I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Two days ago, just hours before I caught a flight to New England from California, I bumped into a good friend of mine. She happens to be a lesbian. We shared a hug and chatted for a few minutes. We each were up against the clock, so we couldn’t talk long. I was about to run into the Sam’s Club, from which she was just leaving. She mentioned to me that her partner was working inside the store. As I was going about my business in the store, I bumped into her, and we enjoyed a fun, brief conversation.

While my friends and I do not agree on the topic of gay marriage, each with our own reasons that are very personal and deep, we are still friends. In fact, we find there is much more we share in common than that one topic in which we differ. I’m thankful to have friends who can receive and give respect even when the topic is personal and a cultural lighting rod.

Phil Robertson, the patriarch of the Duck Dynasty clan, recently conducted an interview for a magazine I will not dignify by identifying it in my blog. During the course of the conversation, they predictably baited him by bringing up the topic of homosexuality…as if they didn’t know his position on the topic. His response was to paraphrase the bible, as well as share his own personal preference. Upon doing so, the network on which Duck Dynasty is broadcast has put him on “indefinite hiatus”.

I’m all for spirited debate. But when did we become a society that punishes people for talking about the values by which they live?


Again, I’m thankful for the maturity in the friendships I have. My friends understand that I am a Christian, and I consider the bible to be the inspired Word of God. My friends also believe in God and have good families. We are also Americans who believe that the Constitution is the law of the land. This includes the First Amendment, which applies to all of us. Well, at least it’s supposed to.

When did we become a culture that wishes to silence those for their religious beliefs? Even the atheist groups that are purposefully out to offend Christians, particularly at this time of the year, have the right to their opinions. Since when did Christianity, and those with opinions and values that echo biblical standards become anathema?

I wish our society was more like my friends.

Santa looked a lot like Daddy

I’ve decided to switch gears a bit from the serious tone of recent life lessons, and instead, focus on some fun Christmas memories. One incredible memory, which was a generational tradition on my dad’s side of the family, was dad dressing up and playing Santa for kids. Now I’m not talking about the department store Santas you see all the time. Dad did this, like he does everything, above and beyond what you would expect.

The process of getting dressed, with the wigs and makeup, (gotta have those rosy cheeks), took him hours. Of course, Mom was essential in this metamorphosis. Dad’s suit wasn’t that bright Christmas red you’re used to seeing on Santa. Instead, it was a deeper, richer red. Like a dark burgundy. This added to the uniqueness of his presentation. He had a professional wig for his hair, and the beard was amazing. They’d touch up his eyebrows to make them nice and white.
One of my favorite unique details he came up with was his way of capturing that very first moment at the front door. After getting out of the car, usually a couple blocks from the house, Mom would cover his shoulders with a dusting of shaved ice. He would arrange it with the families that when he arrived, the child or children would be right at the door when it opened. As the door swung open, there was Santa on their porch brushing “North Pole snow” from his shoulders. In fact, he even would get a little on the kids so they could have that added thrill of being sprinkled with snow. Hey, we lived in the Bay Area of California. Most kids have never even seen snow in person.

I could go into more details, but this would take you an hour to read it if I did.

One of the things I appreciate about my dad, and of my parents as a unit, is that they have always done things above and beyond what others would do, and what others would be satisfied with. That attitude has been a tremendous influence to me. This is one reason why just about everyone they’ve ever known has gotten attached to them. They have always loved and given so freely. And I mean freely literally. People would ask my dad how much he would charge or accept for his Santa appearances. With as much seriousness and conviction as one could imagine, he would adamantly refuse to accept money or anything in exchange for what he did. My parents understood the unmatchable reward in just making people, and especially children, happy. Dad did his Santa in prisons, children’s hospitals, for the elderly, churches, living rooms…you name it.

He simply loves blessing people. All people.

Christmas is known as the season of giving. I hope that never goes away. But I’m proud to have had parents who simply lived their lives this way, year in and year out, no matter what the calendar said. I’m thankful that I was raised by people who were not satisfied by the status quo. Why stop at the place where everyone else does? Why stop at “that’ll do”? With a little imagination, and with a huge heart, you can do so much more.

Mom is gone now, but I’m so grateful my dad is still with us. He is truly a legend in my eyes. There just aren’t many like him in this world anymore.

Stability in the Stable

Here it is, Christmas week. No matter how many Christmases I have experienced, I still marvel at the most minute of details of the biblical account of the birth of Jesus. Yesterday in church, my pastor touched on the contrast between a stable and a palace. Wouldn’t it be fitting for a king of any kind to be born in a palace? But here, the Son of God, foretold by prophets to come to the world to be the Messiah, was born in a barn. A feeding trough for animals would have to settle for a crib.

In the social, political and economic environment we’re experiencing today, stability is a precious commodity. So many have learned that the very entities we thought were bullet proof, in fact, are little more than a house of cards. We’ve seen huge companies which had been in existence for generations simply vanish. Drive around your town and look at all the empty storefronts. Look at all the empty office suites in all those buildings and complexes. 

Forget the economic stuff. We have a drama playing out before us right now of someone who has more money than you can count, whose life is in complete ruin. Tiger Woods is the greatest golfer of his generation, if not ever. But almost to the degree in which he mastered his craft, he cultivated an image and a brand which has made him even more money and fame than his talent as a golfer. His reputation for controlling his public persona is legendary. It is now known by all that he has lived a very reckless life. I’ve seen it before. People get so big, so rich, so powerful that they begin to believe their own press. Just throw some of your money around and people will do your bidding.

But what happens when all that stuff you worked so hard to control begins to fall apart? Once it starts, the momentum builds and builds like a roaring avalanche. Whether Tiger can save his marriage is pretty much a comically rhetorical question now. The real questions are can the man show his face in public knowing that the once adoring world now thinks he’s a dirtbag? How will he handle it? Will he ever be accepted again? Is he forever tarnished beyond redemption?

Stability isn’t found in palaces. It’s not found in the rich and famous. It’s not found in a huge bank account. Heck, can you even trust that your bank will still be there next week? God has made a career out of using the unconventional to do the miraculous. God could have beamed a full grown Messiah from Heaven to our world like He was Captain Kirk. God could have blown up a mountain from which a Savior would emerge from the ashes in a heavenly glow. A mighty celestial army could have pierced the clouds ushering the King of Kings to His domain.

Instead, God came to us as a baby boy, umbilically tied to a teenage Jewish girl. No, it wasn’t a palace fit and designed for a king. It was a stable designed to house animals who didn’t need a savior. In an out of the way venue, God made His entrance to our world. His arrival was announced only to those on a very exclusive guest list. And those who shared in this turning point of mankind had to endure some serious obstacles to be there. But when they did, when they came to the stable, they cast their eyes on a baby boy. This boy would one day pay a price for all those who have been and will be born since. 

No matter what foundation upon which you have built your life, if it’s not on Christ the Solid Rock, you’re building your life on sinking sand. You’ll never have enough money, but you can have enough Jesus because He’s more than enough. Living a life of humility, a life which reflects the love God has for you is where you will find true joy, peace and stability. 

You won’t find it in a palace. You’ll find Him in a stable.

Never Lose The Wonder

A few years back, the wife of a former pastor of mine uttered these words to a group of us at the church. I’ve never forgotten them, or the intent behind them. What an exhortation. Never lose the wonder.

I have recently found myself in a bit of a rant over those who are trying to incrementally remove Jesus from the meaning of Christmas, and ultimately, from our country. In doing so, and in firing up those like minded folks who have joined me in hoisting our virtual torches and pitchforks while storming the castle of the virtual mad scientists behind it all, I think it’s important for us to make sure we keep Christ as the center of our own hearts.

In my passion to keep Christ in Christmas, I have to be mindful that Jesus doesn’t need to be defended. Not by me, or anybody. I want to be sure that, in my own heart, I don’t begin to inch my way over the line between defending my freedom and some misguided defense of my God. One follower of Jesus learned this lesson shortly after de-earing a man sent to capture the Lord and bring Him to the high priest.

I will continue to stand up to defend the fact that Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Jesus. But not to be lost in all this is the wonder of the miracle, the majesty of The Messiah’s physical entry into our world. In a fitting manner, the birth of Jesus wasn’t comfortable or convenient. Also fittingly, it came when most people were oblivious to the significance of what was happening just outside in the smelly, out-of-sight-out-of-mind stable. The town was packed. There was no room in the inn for Jesus, and no room in the hearts of those who were too busy going about their business.

From the very beginning, Jesus has been cast aside by the hustle and bustle of busy lives. Today is no different. But there are a great many of us who have welcomed Jesus into the manger of our own hearts. For many of us, our personal Christmas didn’t come on December 25th. My spiritual Christmas came on April 12, 1983. Unfortunately, there have been many days since in which I have relegated The Savior to my life’s garage. I’ve allowed myself to be so consumed with other things that I’ve not made a comfortable, suitable home for my King. 

As I consider my life and the things which fill it, I remember those words. Never lose the wonder. No good deed I could ever complete would justify keeping Emmanuel out in the cold. I get a thrill when I see snow-covered mountains on the horizon. I gasp in awe when I see a beautiful sunset. My heart leaps when I see someone I love. That’s the wonder. How much more does Jesus deserve? While I love all the festivities surrounding Christmas, and while I know and honor the meaning of it, I don’t want to spend more time focusing on all the distractions than on meditating on The Wonder of it all. 

I urge you to take time each day and reflect on The Wonder of Christmas. Meditate on The Wonder of God that He would leave His throne to walk among us, knowing full well that in doing so, He would pay a price He didn’t owe so that we might spend eternity in His presence. He loves you so much that He would do that so He could forever be with you. No one has ever, or will ever love you like He does. Think about that. I mean really dwell on that! If that doesn’t stir up The Wonder, you’re dead on the inside.

For the next two weeks leading to Christmas, take some time each day to concentrate on God’s majesty and love for you. Despite all the terrible things we’ve done in our lives, despite our rejection of Him, despite our failures…He loves us. Once Christmas has come and gone, keep doing it! Never forget His love. Never forget His mercy. Never forget His grace, His sacrifice or His majestic glory.

Never lose the wonder!

Free To Believe? Another Reader Comment

One of the very cool aspects of writing here is getting comments from people like you. I really enjoy your feedback, even from those who disagree. Such comments cause me to really search within myself to the core of my beliefs. It’s not enough to just say “this is what I believe”, but to offer reasoning for my beliefs.

One such comment was to my post from last Wednesday from another individual identified as “Anonymous”:

“I agree that it is a widely celebrated holiday and nationally recognized, and as a catholic I agree that it’s a shame people now feel that they have to sidestep even those things our society is built on because one or two of the minority will act out like they’re being rubbed the wrong way. I do, however, disagree with your last statement. I think that everyone should be free to believe in whatever religious ideas or gods their religion encompasses. So while I agree we should keep the generous, loving, giving ideals of Christ and the celebration of his birth in Christmas I would ask that no one tries to push these on atheists, Jews, Buddhists, Islamics, and everyone else with varying views. We’re all entitled to what we believe in =)”

Unfortunately, I’m not sure to which “last statement” she is referring. The premise of the post was that if the meaning of Christmas offends you, don’t observe it and work it like any other day. In reviewing the post, I am unable to locate anything which suggests people of other faiths should not be “free to believe” whatever they believe. While I don’t subscribe to “pushing” my faith on anyone who disagrees, I also don’t respect others pushing me to hide it. 

Like it or not, believe it or not, Christmas is an observance of the birth of Jesus Christ. If you do not believe in Jesus, either don’t observe the day, or take the day off and enjoy it. But don’t “push” your views on me and those like me who consider this observance as sacred. Nobody has created a whimsical mascot to distract from the meaning of Hanukkah. No one has come up with an alternate name for it to whitewash it’s religious identity. No one has touched Kwanzaa. Nobody dares to touch Ramadan. But Christmas? 

Christians have become easy targets. If we don’t “turn the other cheek”, we’re hypocrites. If we stand up and protest to defend our beliefs, we’re bigoted extremists. If we practice biblical correctness over political correctness, we’re intolerant. Isn’t it ironic that we’re considered intolerant when anytime a public figure states they believe in the biblical definition of marriage, those who disagree stop at nothing to destroy their lives and reputations?

I agree that in America, we’re “free to believe” whatever we believe. You’re free to wear a tin foil hat so aliens and secret agents in black helicopters can’t read your thoughts. You’re free to worship a hand carved image of a smiling fat guy. You’re apparently free to contact terrorist groups and leaders while serving as an officer in the United States Armed Forces. I’m concerned that this same freedom is being taken away, piece by piece, from Christians. It’s just a matter of time when they discover that even the word “holiday” has religious origins. Hello? Holiday. Holy Day. Coincidence? Look it up yourself.

Despite this faux pas by those who wish to see Christmas obliterated from our consciousness, they won’t stop at Photoshopping Christ out of Christmas. Look for “In God We Trust” to be removed from our currency. It won’t be long before “One Nation Under God” is in the crosshairs. These elements have already received some attention by those who want to secularize our country, but nothing like what we will see in the near future. 

More and more, our country is becoming like our friend “Anonymous” who, while professing to be Catholic, lacks the conviction and passion of her faith. Instead of standing up against the methodical demolition of the Christian foundation upon which this country was founded, she has bought into the idea that other faiths, and those who practice them, have somehow been victimized by Christianity. And as an enlightened, tolerant person, secularizing one of two most Holy Days recognized by her church seems fair to those who don’t believe in the divinity of Christ. By doing so, she has opened the door wide open to those who want to strip God from everything in America.

Are we free to believe? Really?

Christmas; A Good Story?

Last week I wrote a piece about the rampant use of the term “Holiday” in place of Christmas. The piece was generously and surprisingly (to me) re-posted on internet venues which echo the sentiments I wrote. So of course, in preaching to the choir, responses were almost exclusively supportive.


I am devoting this post to share with you one dissenting comment I received, and my thoughts on it. The following was posted by “Anonymous”:

Christmas is a lot of fun. The kids love it, presents, tree in the house. It’s a good story. But once you get to be an adult you should of [sic] had enough time to seperate [sic] fact from fiction. And people who choose to cast aside the facts and replace them with faith are in my opinion suffering from a sort of enviromentally [sic] induced mental illness. So relax, enjoy the hollidays [sic] and for the sake of the children snap out of it.” 

OK, like the mosquito said as he landed on the 400 pound man, “where do I begin?”

First, let me state the obvious right off the bat. Christmas isn’t about “the sake of children”. Christmas is about The Child. It’s about Jesus Christ. Our culture has become so arrogant, so self-centered that we genuinely think everything is about us. Here’s a news flash. It’s not about us! Stop the arrogance that believes the hoax that we are able to change the climate of the world God created. Stop the arrogance that takes God out of the schools while violence, drugs and teenage pregnancies skyrocket. Stop the arrogance that takes God out of our nation’s foundation while the division and turmoil in our government implodes on itself. Stop the arrogance that says that Christmas and Easter are about us. 

Next, in typical fashion when someone has no substance upon which to base their opinions, the only method to obtain perceived superiority comes in the form of insulting one’s intelligence or mental stability. In this case, “Anonymous” has opted for the latter. Environmentally induced mental illness? Can anyone venture a guess as to what this means? I have no clue. But, sensibility was not a weapon in this person’s arsenal, so we move on.

I particularly enjoyed the comment about replacing facts with faith. Mr. or Ms. Anonymous didn’t care to back up their claim with any “facts” to debunk the meaning of Christmas, or even one element of Christianity for that matter. I, for one, am thankful for faith. I’m thankful that this life is not the end of it all, but merely the beginning. I can’t imagine the empty and pointless existence it must be for someone who doesn’t believe in something bigger than themselves. But when your world is all about yourself, the idea of living a life of faith and devotion in someone greater than yourself would be rather disconcerting. Faith in an unseen God doesn’t make sense to the “wise” of the world. That’s why it’s called faith. There are going to be a lot of really smart people who will one day bow their knees before God and realize the tragic reality to which their arrogance has destined them.

The “story” of Christmas is not merely a “good story”. The fulfillment of prophecy of the virgin birth of the Messiah is the root of the ultimate of love stories. God, in the form of a baby, left the comfort and perfection of Heaven to come to us as an innocent and vulnerable human baby. His arrival was foretold by prophets. His arrival announced by angels. His beginnings in a humble, smelly stable surrounded by farm animals. This baby was the King of Kings. This baby grew up to endure a horrible death as a sacrifice, an atonement for our sin, once and for all. 

What Christmas has become is fun. Absolutely. I love it. However, buried under the rubble of the secularism of what we now know as “Holiday”, is a truth, a “fact” that cannot be wished away by human arrogance. Christmas is wonderful. The music, the cool winter air. The spirit of joy in people. However, all this while ignoring the true meaning of Christmas is like your best friends and family gathering at your place to celebrate your birthday. They mingle only with each other and exchange gifts amongst themselves, while completely ignoring and forgetting about you!

I understand the confusion of Mr. or Ms. Anonymous and their opinion about Christmas being about children. There is something so special and wonderful about the innocence of a child who believes in the magic of Christmas, Santa, flying reindeer and such. Sadly, childlike faith devolves into adult cynicism and arrogance that can only believe what the eye can see. This is why Luke 18:17 says this, I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”

Christmas is about the Christ child. Heaven, is for the children of God. 

End of story.

Politically Correct? Baaahhh!

In a follow up to my post about Christmas, I find it important to go on the offensive against the wave of appeasement which has taken over this generation. 

The Politically Correct movement has completely corrupted our values as a country. We have become so careful to not offend people, that we overlook behaviors which serve as an obvious warning to us that the person is a threat to us. You have to look no further than Nidal Malik Hasan, the gunman at the Fort Hood massacre in Texas. It was well known that he was influenced by Muslim radicals, but did anyone do anything about it? Heck no. That would be profiling. 

I just read about a Dutch gay organization in Amsterdam which is setting up a nativity scene with two Josephs and two Marys. Yes, the Josephs would be an entity to themselves, as would be the Marys. The op-ed article I read included the following statement, 

Lesbians and gays are entitled to their own take on the Christmas story.”

What? So that’s where we’ve come? Groups now are entitled to alter sacred history to suit their own agendas while mocking those who would obviously be troubled at such a display?

The Politically Correct movement has empowered and emboldened those who benefit from it. Our culture is excusing anything they do against those they define as enemies. This would be like excusing the two boys who shot up all those kids and teachers at Columbine because those poor boys felt ostracized by their fellow students.  

I am not interested in being politically correct. I’m also uninterested in being politically incorrect. Forget that stuff.

Instead, I strive to be Biblically Correct. In doing so, I don’t condone anyone’s sin. Not even my own. It’s not about celebrating victimhood. It’s not about being ashamed of my values because others might feel I’m picking on them. It’s about loving people. Agree with them or not, like them or not, they are every bit the creation of God as you and I. If they choose to hate me for my beliefs, I count it a privilege to be hated for the cause of Christ. But I will not bury my values because I’m afraid they’ll hate me. 

I have friends who, were it about our labels, we would not be friends. If we had only judged each other by our labels, we would not have taken the time to develop relationships. In showing them love, I demonstrate the love of Christ. Jesus was much more confrontational with “religious” people who looked down their noses at those who didn’t live according to their high standards. 

Nothing I am saying contradicts my care for those who don’t share my beliefs. I have love in my heart even for those who despise what I stand for. But I will not return evil for evil. Likewise, I will not sit idly by as what I hold sacred is mocked openly, with that behavior being accepted under the guise of tolerance. 

I pray for the strength to stand firm to defend my faith and that which I hold sacred. I pray for strength to stand up and remind those who wish we’d forget that this country was founded by those who understood that we must hold strong to God and His ways, or we would self destruct. A house divided against itself cannot stand.

Yes, I choose to be Biblically Correct.