The Good News For America 

The media today will be centered around the 58th Presidential Inauguration. All day long you will catch the coverage of the events. People are waiting to see if there will be protests and disruptions.  

Christianity Today has reported “hundreds of prayer warriors” are traveling to Washington, D.C. this week to form a “prayer shield” around the Republican president-elect and keep him from harm.  

This has been one of the most controversial and highly charged elections in most recent U.S. history. No matter who you voted for to be the next president, we can all agree that we will have one new president today. Donald J Trump will be our 45th president.  

This is not good news for some people. Those of us who carry the Good News, let’s help demonstrate this message of the Gospel to all. 

It is in bold big letters below to remind us. I CAN’T be this on my own. I have to get lots of help from God. 

Mark 12:30-31 NIV

Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.

The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’

There is no commandment greater than these.”

If we choose to be the Good News, we give hope to others and it leads to action bringing us all together to help make America UNITED again. 

Choose to pray for our new president, just like you prayed for our past presidents. I am choosing to pray for Americans to unite and for each person to discover the amazing love ❤️ that our Creator has for them. 

God loves America 

Donald Trump 

Hillary Clinton

Barak Obama 

You and 


Let’s remind each other that we are all loved and He desires to know us. 

Be the Good News that people need for hope and freedom. 

Protection and Peace Today For All,

Kelley Allison

I Timothy 2:1-3 MSG

The first thing I want you to do is pray. Pray every way you know how, for everyone you know. Pray especially for rulers and their governments to rule well so we can be quietly about our business of living simply, in humble contemplation. This is the way our Savior God wants us to be. 

Pro Love 

In the eyes of our Lord, a sin is a sin.  One does not weigh heavier while the other is more acceptable. 

 As Christians, the Bible teaches us that it is wrong to murder a person. While there is debate as to when an unborn child is actually considered ‘a person’, we believe that God intended that person to live and that ending their life before it begins is murder. I can see the case for those who want the federal government to disallow abortions but this is not about politics, it’s about Jesus.

As far back as I can remember the subject of abortion has been a hot topic in every election season. Did God create our government as a means of removing the opportunity for certain modes of sinning? Is it more likely that politicians have become aware that they can earn a large number of votes if they seem to support the Christian faith?  

Thinking of the politicians and government as one man, I ask you, did God come to the man and tell him that his purpose is to ensure that all sinners are imprisoned? Does the Bible not tell us that it is only God who executes judgment?  

Thinking of all women looking at having an abortion as one woman, are we as Christians not instructed to love her? She is in a time of desperate need. If we turn our backs because we disapprove of the sin she is considering are we not sinning equally?  

I believe the continued ‘fight’ over the legality of abortion distracts us from our real work. Our God is not a God of chaos. A crowd of angry protestors outside of a medical clinic is not doing God’s work. If they would drop their pitch forks and become a soft place to fall for the women they may actually be able to stop some from making that choice.  

The choice that is theirs to make as God intended it to be.  

I’m not asking that you like what I’ve said here. I am asking that you see that the path we have been on is not the way of God. Our God uses our experiences to help others.  

In high school, a friend of mine became pregnant. She was certain that if her mother knew she would be kicked out into the street. This friend opted for an abortion. At seventeen years old I drove my friend to the clinic. We drove past a group of angry men chanting terrible things and holding up signs. These men were not doing God’s work. They were not acting out of love. Their lack of compassion for this soul in distress blocked their ability to love her.  

They were not able to help or educate her through their judgment and shaming.  

While they upset her, they did not stop her from terminating the pregnancy.  

All they did was give her a bad taste for religious people.  

When you see someone set out on a mission ‘for God’, look at the mission and the path they choose. Does the mission of making abortion illegal seem to be following a path lighted by Christ?   

Does God want His people to avoid abortions for fear of man’s law or would He prefer that they use the free will He gave them to choose the right path?  

I don’t see this as a question of pro life or pro choice. As a Christian, I know that God gave us life and choice. I believe that the fight over this subject is brought by the enemy to divide us and to keep us from ministering to the women who need our love and support more than anything else. 

  I believe it should always be about Pro Love! 

                       ~ Kim Weingart 

2 Timothy 2:26 ESV

And they may come to their senses and escape from the snare of the devil, after being captured by him to do his will.

Galatians 5:13 ESV

For you were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another.

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Before Baltimore 


I am like you. 

I am horrified.

I am watching images on the screen, shaking my head and murmuring, “tsk tsk tsk” and offering opinions about what I think of this horrendous show of violence on the streets of Baltimore.  Not unlike scenes in midwestern towns in months past, this outward display of atrocities against humankind as protest of perceived injustice.

And so it comes to this.  I am tempted to say, “Look how low we have sunk!”  I’m tempted to rail against whatever I think is to blame – government policies I abhor, political persuasions with which I disagree, ignorance and selfishness and entitlement and plain ol’ stupidity.

But it really isn’t anything new, now is it?

Historically, riots and rages and wars and crusades have always been the way of man, waging one kind of war or another against governments, religions, ideologies and perceptions that we as humans don’t like.  Many were honorable conquests, rising from defense of the weaker people, or defending the noble and lofty calling of freedom and democracy.  But many are like the streets of Baltimore this morning.  Senseless, warped, barbaric and maddening.

I’m sitting here in my office, coffee in hand, safely ensconced in the heart of suburbia, clicking my tongue and calling them stupid.

And then it hits me.

I’ve waged senseless wars, too.

No, I haven’t rioted in the streets of Tomball, starting fires at Daily Donuts on the corner because I vehemently disgree with our school district’s absentee policy.  I come from the deep South, and had a gentle Southern upbringing, and I’ve never thrown a brick through a window.  I’ve been blessed enough with heritage and hopefulness that I’m able to control such urges.

But I have created my own kind of war waging.  I’ve been hard, judmental, unfeeling and unapologetic.  I’ve defended my position without thought for the feelings of the other.  I’ve lied to myself about my own culpability in the failure of my marriage, the struggles of my son, and the financial difficulties that have plagued me in the past.

I lived in a glass house.  And I’ve thrown stones.

You would have loved my glass house.  It was  beautiful.  It looked just like I created it – with lofty ceilings of my own overstatements, grand sweeping staircases of pretense about how small and afraid I really felt.  Luxurious draperies of insecurity and glamourous furnishings of defensiveness – ahhh, yes, it was a glorious disguise.

And as time and turmoil and the blessed truth would have it, the glass house has been demolished.  Somebody finally threw a stone back. 

Oh, it made me mad.  I was furious that someone dared doubt my story – my elegant facade, my pretty phrases and awkward pretense.  But somebody did, bless them, and I’ll be forever grateful.

God in His all-knowing and unfathomable love knew that what I am in Him is more than enough.  Gently, tenderly, but firmly, he continued the work of the rock-thrower, and decimated all my decorations.  I am stil learning, but I can now see that I have been the rioter in my heart – raging and furious inside against circumstances, disastrous results of things I have done, things that have been done to me.  I’ve been trying to show up and smile and pretend it wasn’t there – the hurt, the disappointment, the wrong, the mistakes.

Putting the lovely phrases aside – I was putting lipstick on a pig.

Funny thing about that glass house – most people can see right through it anyway.  And the ones that love you can see you through your own smoke and mirrors, and they throw the rock to break away the barrier, because on the other side of the pain of the breaking is beautiful and blessed promise.

God is the ultimate peace – the peace maker, the peace seeker, the peace giver – but not peace at any price.  Peace that comes with truth.  The truest peace comes when the anger and the protest is all gone – and we surrender. 

There isn’t much that I can do about the streets of Baltimore this morning.  I can’t bring calm and soothe the fevered masses. 

But I can tell the truth about myself again today – and offer myself humbly to the Father in His mercy, who gives me a fresh batch of them every single morning.  Bless Him.  Many days I’m out of fresh mercies by 9:00 a.m.

I can live surrendered.  I can be here if you need me.  I can help you with that glass house you’ve got, if you want.   I’ve got some leftover stones.

~Alane Roberts