Monday, November 7, 2016

A Prayer for our Nation by Louie Giglio

Dear Friends,
This is part of a Chris Tomlin worship night for our nation held at Madison Square Garden and live streamed across our nation. 

A Prayer for Our Nation // 20 Inches to Mercy // Louie Giglio WORSHIP NIGHT IN AMERICA




Why Christians Can't Lose This Election


A blog I follow by Representative Rebecca Hamilton of OK mourned, "No matter how this election turns out, Christians have lost." I disagree.

Christians cannot lose because, regardless what human beings are in power, God is still sovereign over them and all the rest of us. The Bible says he puts in power whom He will and brings down whom He will--for His own purposes. He may put in place a leader to bless us or judge us, to destroy our land or heal it (although it doesn't look like we have a candidate in this election who will bless our nation). It is His people who will decide that outcome.

In Second Chronicles chapter 7 verse 14, God says, "If My people who are called by My name [not everybody, not well-meaning people, not wise or good people, not the voters], humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin and will heal their land."

You have no idea how many of God's people, those "called by His name," have been fasting and praying for this election throughout this land for four years--in prayer meetings at every level of government, in churches, in homes, over the telephone.

I was one of 700 praying in a teleconference recently (organized by Intercessors for America) with two Congressmen, Presidential candidate Dr. Ben Carson and Cynthia Dunbar, a law professor who helped draft the Republican Party platform.

Cynthia said the committee to draft the Republican platform began their meeting on their knees in prayer just as the Founding Fathers did, committing their efforts and this country to God, seeking His will. God gave them favor to agree on and include things that are based on Biblical truths and values.

For instance, she said the Constitution calls for Congress to start impeachment proceedings against any Supreme Court justice who creates law (such as "Marriage is no longer between one man and one woman"). The Republican platform would apply this (something about reversing the Johnson Amendment?). She said it would tip the culture back into judicial balance in a day.

Biblically, God hates the shedding of innocent blood. The Republican Party will defund the most egregious shedder of innocent blood, Planned Parenthood. Biblically, jurisdiction for benevolence is given by God to the church (Christians), not the government. The platform reflects this.

She pointed out that since all authority in heaven and on earth has been given by the Father to the Son, anything outside His authority is raw, tyrannical power, illegitimate. There is no truth outside God's truth, no secular truth. Truth is a Person, Jesus Christ.

Almost every Christian I know is going to vote the platform, not the personality. I feel the same way about Trump that you do (I'd prefer to cast him aside and vote in his VP as president) but God is very creative in using crude, rude, immoral people to accomplish His will, when necessary. Think Winston Churchill.

I believe the platform is God-given, in every solemn sense of that word. Thousands of us are doing a 3-day (Esther-style) fast with prayer Sunday through Tuesday. I believe God will hear and honor all our prayers for wisdom for ourselves and for His will to be done on earth as it is in heaven regarding this issue, because, united, we His people are humbling ourselves and obeying His command in 2 Chronicles 7:14.

What this will look like, we don't know. We just believe He will keep His word in some wonderful way we cannot imagine. (For instance, He is not limited to two candidates.) And He will be glorified, which is our ultimate yearning.

Wishing all of you God's very best,
Jessica

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Pray with Franklin Graham (and us) the night before the election

Hi, Everyone! Let’s calendar Mon. night.  Franklin Graham (the son of Billy Graham) Invites Us to Pray with Him for Our Nation on the Night Before the Presidential Election

Franklin Graham will be on Facebook live, Monday, Nov. 7 at 9 p.m., ET.  Click here on his Facebook page

He calls this upcoming election "the most critical election of our lifetime." Urging Christians to make their voices heard at the ballot box, he stated this: "In the last presidential election, it's estimated that 20-30 million Christians stayed home. We can't let this happen again! The future of our nation is riding on this election: religious freedom, the Supreme Court, protecting the unborn and our families, and so much more. Let's pray together that our nation will turn back to God and that He will heal our land.”

Sunday, August 14, 2016

PACIFIC REQUIEM


    

Prose-poem in response to reports that the Pacific Ocean is dying



     Your surges lulled me to sleep.  Your tantrums kept me awake.  Sunlight still shimmers from you as from taffeta, moonlight still paints you luminous and silver.
     Standing at your deathbed I watch the moon-moved swells push your dying weight out and back.  Once, your breath moved within those living depths.
     Where have all the seabirds gone, the gull and tern, who, skimming your surface, found in your depths a bountiful buffet?   Beneath the waves, whales are perplexed by unfamiliar tumors.  Along your beaches, seals struggle their way ashore to give birth to dying young.  Sea stars turn to mush: “Arms twist like contortionists, suckers peel from rocks, their bodies melt away.”
     Experts shake their heads: “Like a crime scene” (Oregon marine biologist). “Scene from a horror film” (Seattle KCTS special correspondent).   From kelp to krill--plankton, jellies, turtles, otters, dolphin--the food chain is broken, ill, mauled, bleeding.  Where there was colorful complexity, now there is only dirt.
     In fish restaurants from Nome to del Fuego, the elegant convey forkfuls of Fukushima to their rich mouths.
     How can I let you go, my favorite ocean?  As a child, I peered at tiny crabs, their world your tide pool.  Accompanied by porpoises, we sailed your trackless seas.  We aimed harpoons at sharks, drew albatrosses close with breadcrumbs to capture massive wingspreads on mere film, hauled dripping buckets of jellyfish to gaze at their translucent grace.  At night your living phosphorescence awed us, swirling its deep white furrow in our wake.
     If you die will all else follow?  Manmade debris, pollutants, the daily toxic flow infusing nuclear decay into your veins, sweep death around our trembling world. Gone the teeming species, gone the novelty, gone the brilliance and variety,

     gone the mystery,

     gone.

                                                                                                                                                                                       Jessica Reynolds Renshaw