Stand...Let's Start a Movement!

In Pensacola, the city I live in a group  named The American Humanist Association filed a lawsuit to have a cross that has stood for 48 years in a park in the area named "Bayview Park" removed. US District Court Judge Robert Vinson ruled that the cross violated the constitution. Mayor Hayward of the city of Pensacola decided to take a stand...he decided to fight to keep the cross. The Becket Fund for Religious Liberty will be representing the city of Pensacola free of charge in this matter. The whole ordeal stirred something within me. I remembered a time where me and those around me were always talking about Jesus. A time that we were concerned with bringing others into the fold (telling people about Jesus). What happened?...Life. But no matter what is going on around us we must not lose focus on the things that mean the most. Souls are priceless. I knew about the group trying to get the cross taken down. I talked about it to a friend and I didn't think about it again until a preacher on t.v. mentioned it. He had said it had been taken down. I talked about it to my friend and I felt convicted because although I knew about it...I did nothing. "What can we do?" I asked more to myself than her. We talked and talked, then we started talking about a trend in the area which is painting a painting on a rock and leaving it various places for people to find them. We said we could paint crosses...then we said we can actually leave crosses...we can leave crosses and place bibles in ziploc bags everywhere. Will you join us? This morning I drove to Bayview Park and to my delight the cross was still standing. I placed my first cross at its foot.

Promise

Today I felt that I needed to leave my house...I didn't know why but I knew that I was suppose to. After thinking about it (rationalizing can lead to trouble because sometimes things just don't make sense) I began to talk myself out of it. I reasoned that I really didn't have anywhere to go and I should just stay put...then that still small voice spoke to me "you know what you're suppose to do". I decided on ice cream; while in the drive through I looked up and saw a rainbow. That may seem small but you see I use to see an abnormal amount of rainbows. I hadn't seen one in a long time even when the weather conditions were perfect for a rainbow there wasn't one. I longed to see one. To remind me of God's promises for my life. Just last week I told my mom about a time that I had seen a rainbow. I was riding in the car with my children and I told them sometimes you can be going through something and God will do something to let you know everything will be alright...you will look in the sky and see a beautiful rainbow and it's like God telling you that he is here and things will be okay.  After I told them that, I began talking to God "Lord, I need a rainbow". Right after I said it I saw what I still think today was the most beautiful rainbow I have ever seen. It was closer than I have ever seen one and the colors were vibrant like they were full of life. I think on that from time to time. Remembering God and his goodness and faithfulness. Thank you Lord for the rainbows of my life.

Seek God's Face

There is confusion all around and God is not the author of confusion so we as believers need to be praying fervently; we need to pray for truth, discernment and that God's will be done. I feel that something needed to be done about terrorism; I saw America changing and how against Christ and Christianity people were becoming. Something needed to be done; America was on its way to becoming the modern day Sodom and Gomorrah where anything goes and morality was the minority. This agenda to remove Hispanic immigrants bothers me though. I have always noticed similarities between my culture and the Hispanic culture. I heard someone say "Turn In the Bad Ones" when referring to another issue and I feel that this should be the case with immigration. This is a nation of immigrants. I feel that instead of focusing on an entire race we should be focusing on doing something about "the bad ones". Most people just want to live and take care of their families...there is no crime in that; it is admirable. Before this immigration initiative I knew good families that lived in fear...they went to work, church, nearby stores and basically stayed in their neighborhood because of fear of deportation...what life must be like for them now. You can feel the thick sense of "Terror" in this community. I have always thought it strange how susceptible people are to becoming the very thing they are fighting against...crooked cops, fallen preachers, unethical doctors. Some of these people went in with the purest of intentions but somewhere along the journey they became overtaken by the very thing they were fighting. I think its because a lot of the time we forget we are not wrestling against mere flesh and blood and if we don't constantly seek God we stand the risk of conversion.

Ephesians 6:12

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

2 Chronicles 7:14

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then shall I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

Inspiring 1 Samuel 16:7

My daughter asked if she could use one of my boards.

John 14:17

I voted for Hillary Clinton. I voted for her because I am African American and I feared what would happen to African Americans under President Trump...its a shame to admit but I had to fight my flesh to call him President Trump and not just Trump. The killings of young black men and women by police happened under previous presidencies. After I voted for Hillary, after Trump (President Trump...God's not through with me yet) God gave me dreams about Hillary for three nights and they were not good..it was as if God was saying it's not what you thought. I am at war within myself because part of me wants to be that militant black "sista" that stands up and says you better not try it and part of me is saying look beyond the smoke screen.  Below is the video that inspired this post.