We are Americans because God set it so. He spoke to me one morning about the foundation of our country and its tie to Israel and revealed to me a truth I did not know. These UNITED States were the only ones to vote Israel should become a nation following World War II. Without the USA, there’d be no nation of Israel. (President Truman acknowledged Israel as a State the day they declared their independence, May May 14, 1948. See the National Archives.)
Jesus is a Jew. I’ve said this many times. We must know this. But Jesus is King of all nations, and I saw Him there. In another moment in time, before me on top of Mt. Rushmore, sat our King. There is no doubt in me that He holds power here, and knowing this eliminates all doubt of our safety, our prosperity, our mission. We, the church, have been given His heart. We are His love on display, and this crosses national boundaries. God’s children are everywhere on this earth.
Contrary to popular belief, though we are in what the Scriptures call “the latter days,” these are not days of overwhelming evil and violence. Even in Matthew 24, when Jesus speaks of what will come, He tells us the end does not come because of “wars and rumours of wars,” but when the gospel is spread to the world. God’s peace is so much greater than all the violence the hostile kingdom of darkness can dig up.
Look up today and say a prayer for our soldiers, who serve to protect and guide this nation. Celebrate the goodness of God to us. Then in a moment of quietness, remember those who died in America’s service. For upon their blood we stand.
Jesus is a Jew. I’ve said this many times. We must know this. But Jesus is King of all nations, and I saw Him there. In another moment in time, before me on top of Mt. Rushmore, sat our King. There is no doubt in me that He holds power here, and knowing this eliminates all doubt of our safety, our prosperity, our mission. We, the church, have been given His heart. We are His love on display, and this crosses national boundaries. God’s children are everywhere on this earth.
Contrary to popular belief, though we are in what the Scriptures call “the latter days,” these are not days of overwhelming evil and violence. Even in Matthew 24, when Jesus speaks of what will come, He tells us the end does not come because of “wars and rumours of wars,” but when the gospel is spread to the world. God’s peace is so much greater than all the violence the hostile kingdom of darkness can dig up.
Look up today and say a prayer for our soldiers, who serve to protect and guide this nation. Celebrate the goodness of God to us. Then in a moment of quietness, remember those who died in America’s service. For upon their blood we stand.
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The Quarter
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“What about your uncle?” Sandra asked. She and Ed had been helpful today, but silent while they talked.
The group stilled and heads hung low between tired knees.
“Uncle Cleavis,” Rylie said, her eyes on the treetops. “God bless Uncle Cleavis and bring him home.”
“Amen,” the group said.
“Too bad Daddy’s not here.”
Rylie glanced at her sister. Prissy’d been quiet most of the time, helping some and not helping others, so this was the first remark she’d made. “He adored his brother, said going to Vietnam was an honor reserved for that special few God selected.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “You hear the story of what happened to him.”
No one moved, and it was as if time suspended. If they’d heard the story, they weren’t about to say so. This was something that needed to be said, a tale told on the lips of a girl who’d never known him, but loved him for her father’s sake.
“They kept him in a cage in the jungle for two years ’til his legs wouldn’t work, and he lay there in his own filth rotting day by day. They figured that out by similar accounts from other POWs. That, and he was buried nearby. They figure he was taken out of the cage at some point, but of course, no one knows exactly what happened then. But stories circulate of men bein’ buried up to their necks in the ground and suffocatin’ for the pressure of the mud on their chests.”
The heads hung lower and the oppressive heat weighted them all.
“No offense,” she said to Colton.
He waved his hand, dismissive.
“You bein’ the hero and all, and I get you almost died. But it’s men like Uncle Cleavis that keep us free.”
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