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We the People

Christ has set us free! This means we are really free. Now hold on to your freedom and don’t ever become slaves of the Law again.

Galatians 5:1 (CEV)

The July 4th weekend is longer this year since it falls on a Tuesday. Talk show hosts and even our sermon have shared tidbits and snippets of history from that long ago weekend of the signing of the Declaration of Independence.

John Adams wrote a letter to his wife on July 3rd and penned many thoughts on the process of developing this historic document. The last couple of paragraphs reminded of the significance of this date:

I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.

You will think me transported with Enthusiasm but I am not. — I am well aware of the Toil and Blood and Treasure, that it will cost Us to maintain this Declaration, and support and defend these States. — Yet through all the Gloom I can see the Rays of ravishing Light and Glory. I can see that the End is more than worth all the Means. And that Posterity will tryumph in that Days Transaction, even altho We should rue it, which I trust in God We shall not.

The sacrifice and dedication of the signers is summed up in his cautionary tone – You will think me transported with Enthusiasm but I am not. — I am well aware of the Toil and Blood and Treasure, that it will cost Us to maintain this Declaration, and support and defend these States.

I am tired of division, hypocrisy, finger-pointing, and failure to get anything done by the Washington elected officials — both parties. This country has been blessed by God with so much wealth and happiness but we seem to be throwing it all away in an effort to be right. Our forefathers spilled blood and treasure to ensure our freedom. What will our grandchildren’s children say of our generation?

We live in a different world than the signers, yet, we must celebrate this historic day. Why? Because freedom is God’s gift to us — one not to be taken lightly. We must continue with that sacred trust to preserve and protect this land.

So, pull out that red, white, and blue shirt to wear tomorrow. Enjoy a meal with family and friends. Watch the fireworks light up the sky and know that we live in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

God Bless America.






Compete in the good fight of faith. Grab hold of eternal life—you were called to it, and you made a good confession of it in the presence of many witnesses.

1 Timothy 6:12 (CEB)

Forty-four years ago, the famous court decision, Roe vs. Wade, was passed. Twelve days earlier, my first baby was born and I was in the fog of new–motherhood. All the discussion about this hot topic was under the radar for me and I admit, I missed it.  It wasn’t until seven years later, the impact of that fateful decision began to penetrate my thinking and I realized that I never wanted to miss something as important as that again.

It wasn’t that I was a bad citizen — I voted. Maybe, I read the paper. But I had a friend who ran for Congress and needed some help getting out the vote on Election Day. I volunteered and was hooked in this wide swath of life called politics. Because my children were school-age, the issues that concerned them, concerned me. As a result, not only did I support the pro-life position but also worked on education reforms in my school district.

I spent twenty-five years in the heat of the battle. It is with a bit of amusement that I watch and note that the millionwomanmarch is creating such a stir. You would think that women never cared about anything before. Ask the suffragettes of the late 19th and early 20th centuries what they hoped to accomplish. Of the 58 million aborted babies, how many women didn’t even get a voice? A fellow at the gym had to get home so his wife could go to the march in Tucson. When I asked him why she wanted to go, he said it was to solidify with other women against husbands who were telling them what to do. (I wondered how he felt about that but said nothing.)

The Madonna’s of the world do not represent me. Ashley Judd will never see me spend any money on her movies again. The angry, resentful, bitter attitudes displayed may make them feel better but I can assure you that it does not speak for all women. We who are older worked in our own ways to make a difference. We did not sit home, watch soaps, and eat bonbons. And the fact of the matter is that it is hard work.

Elections have consequences and fear is surfacing as the primary one for women today. The battle cry is to unite, train women to run for office, disrupt where possible to get the attention of the media, be a pain in the neck. That may get you some scrutiny for awhile but I certainly don’t want my granddaughters to follow in your footsteps.

Lawmakers have to learn the art of compromise which is sadly lacking these days. I ran for a party office and as pro-life as I was, I learned how to approach each lawmaker in liberal California to get their endorsement. We sat down and discussed what was important for each of us…where to give a little to get a little. As a result, every lawmaker always took my call. They could trust that I wasn’t going to yell at them, disrupt the chamber while in session, say and write filthy things on the Internet, or embarrass them.

I have had two chats on Facebook over the last two days with young women that I know — Christian wives and moms — that believe the world, as we know it, is going to end with Donald Trump as President. He was not my candidate but he is now the duly elected President. The one thing I can testify to is that we will survive. When Bill Clinton was elected, I was devastated but I received a fax early the next morning that said, “Never, never, never, never give up,” a quote by Winston Churchill.

One day I realized that in my effort to change the world, it was my effort and not God’s. All the time, energy, and money spent to make a single change can be overturned by the voters in the blink of an eye. He called me to get out of politics and into the role of Mentor Mom for a group called MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers). What greater calling than to influence the mothers of the next generation for Jesus where real change takes place, than to march in the streets and create chaos.

I hope that one day my five granddaughters will say that their Nana was a strong woman who believed in faith, freedom, and family and fought the good fight every day of her life.


Bound for Glory

So speak encouraging words to one another. Build up hope so you’ll all be together in this, no one left out, no one left behind. I know you’re already doing this; just keep on doing it.

1 Thessalonians 5:11 (MSG)


A dear friend committed suicide a few days ago. It was both sudden and completely unexpected. To know this women was to know loveliness, great talent, graciousness, kindness, caring, trustworthiness, gentleness, and a servant’s heart. The news of her passing from this life to the next was a shock for all.

As I sat in the memorial service, watching her family, noting the number of women present to honor her, I wondered, and not for the first time, why? How did this happen? What did we all miss? No one seemed to know of the pain she carried and the desperation she felt. She was always the one with the lovely smile. But as one person observed, the smile didn’t go past her eyes.

Women in the church often gather for fellowship, Bible Study, lunches, and special events. But is this enough to really KNOW someone? Masks go up because of shame or guilt and feeling like we need to have it all together. Becoming vulnerable and admitting need doesn’t happen often or easily.

If we learn anything from this tragedy, I hope we find ways to get past the mask and have true intimacy between friends and in small groups. We see more millennial women working, not having time or interest in the typical women’s gatherings. Many would rather go to the large meetings like the Belong Tour or the If Gathering. Yet, they still yearn for one-on-one mentoring. Our ladies gatherings must be purposeful. Bigger, better, grander is not the goal but rather, loving acceptance as we share Jesus together.

Society has become very isolating with social media often becoming the source for “friends.” I love social media but it will never be able to replace a conversation over a latte, hunched over the table so no one else can hear. It can’t replace that hug as you leave and offer a true smile on your face of acceptance and encouragement. If you feel a nudge to call a friend, do it. If you need a friend, reach out. It may be scary but the blessings for both of you will be worth it.

So, we have lost a lovely saint to the arms of Jesus. We sang a chorus in church today and I kept thinking of her:

This world is not my home
I’m here for a moment
It’s all I’ve ever known
But this world is not my home

The fight is not my own
These burdens aren’t my future
The empty tomb has shown
I am bound for glory

The saving work is done
Death is not my ending
My God has overcome
I am bound for glory

All my pain, hurt and shame
Gone when Jesus calls my name
Endless joy endless praise
All when Jesus calls my name.

I am free because I’m bound
I am bound for heavens gate
Where my feet will stand on holy ground
I am bound for glory

She’s free! Glory hallelujah! We’ll see you soon.


The Red, White, and Blue

Each family celebrates different holidays during the course of the year but in our house, the 4th rates right up there with Christmas. I love the festivities – from hometown parades with flags waving by young and old to yummy backyard barbeques with family and friends. Of course, the day must end with the oohs and ahs of fireworks. Freedom is something we must cherish, not take for granted, and pass on to our grandchildren. Today, we see all over the world the efforts to attain freedom and independence just as our country fought for so many years ago. In our nation, a debate rages about war, freedom and democracy but let’s put all that aside today and thank God for our many blessings and celebrate the joy of independence and the freedom given to each citizen in the United States of America. Happy 4th of July!