A Call To America 2026

Today’s a new day!

There comes a time in the life of every nation when the greatest danger isn’t the enemy standing at its gates, but the darkness growing within its own walls.

A time when a country can have more wealth than ever before, yet feel spiritually bankrupt.

When we can communicate with someone on the other side of the world in seconds, but cannot have an honest conversation with the person sitting across the dinner table.

When we have more information than any generation in history, but seem to have less wisdom.

America, we need to talk.

Not as Republicans or Democrats.
Not as conservatives or liberals.
Not as red states or blue states.

But as human beings.

As neighbors.

As parents and children.

As people who still believe that truth matters, kindness matters, and the lives of our fellow human beings matter.

Because something is happening to us. And pretending otherwise will not save us.

We have become a nation where winning an argument seems more important than understanding another person.

Where we celebrate our own victories and laugh at another person’s suffering.

Where we can watch a family lose everything and scroll past it without a second thought.

We have learned to defend our political leaders more passionately than we defend the truth.

We have become so determined to prove the other side wrong that we have forgotten to ask whether we are doing what is right.

And somewhere along the way, we started confusing cruelty with strength.

But cruelty is not strength.

Hatred is not patriotism.

And humiliating another human being does not make you a better person.

A nation cannot remain united when its people are taught to hate one another.

We wave our flags. We sing our national anthem. We speak proudly about freedom.

And we should.

But freedom is not simply the right to say whatever we want.

It is also the responsibility to consider what our words do to the people who hear them.

It is the courage to defend the rights of people with whom we disagree.

It is the willingness to protect those at risk, even when doing so earns us no applause.

And it is the understanding that the person standing across the political aisle is still a human being created in the image of God.

America, we have a problem when we can quote the Constitution but ignore the humanity of our neighbors.

We have a problem when we demand religious freedom for ourselves but hesitate to defend it for others.

We have a problem when we claim to love the Bible but use its words as weapons against people who are already hurting.

And we have a problem when the name of Jesus becomes a political slogan instead of an invitation to love our neighbors.

Because Jesus never asked us to build His kingdom through hatred.

He told us to love our enemies.

He told us to care for the hungry.

He told us to welcome the stranger.

He told us to care for the sick.

And He warned us about judging others while refusing to examine ourselves.

Yet today, some of the loudest voices claiming to represent Christianity seem to have forgotten the very person they claim to follow.

Church, we must decide whether we want the power of a political kingdom or the transforming love of Jesus Christ. We cannot afford to confuse the two.

A political party cannot save a soul.

A president cannot die on a cross for your sins.

A flag cannot forgive you.

And no politician, regardless of party, should ever become more important to you than your faith, your conscience, or your commitment to the teachings of Jesus.

Our political leaders are human beings. They will disappoint us. They will make mistakes. Some will lie. Some will abuse their power.

They should be held accountable.

Not excused because they wear our party’s colors.

Not defended because we fear what the other side might do.

Truth does not change depending on who tells the lie.

Justice does not become optional when our preferred candidate is in trouble.

And integrity is not something we should demand only from people we oppose.

If we believe in accountability, let us practice it.

If we believe in honesty, let us tell the truth.

If we believe in justice, let us demand it for everyone.

And if we claim to follow Jesus, let us stop making excuses for behavior that contradicts His teachings.

The greatest threat to Christianity is not always the person attacking the church from the outside. Sometimes it is the person sitting inside the church who has forgotten what Jesus taught.

And what about our children?

What are we teaching them?

That success matters more than character?

That popularity matters more than integrity?

That having the most money, the most followers, or the loudest voice makes someone important?

That people who look different, pray differently, speak differently, or come from another country are somehow worth less than we are?

We cannot teach our children to love their neighbors while demonstrating contempt for our own.

We cannot tell them that bullying is wrong and then celebrate it when a politician bullies someone we dislike.

We cannot tell them to be kind while applauding cruelty.

Children are watching.

They are listening.

And they are learning far more from what we do than from what we tell them.

What kind of America are we preparing for them?

One where compassion is considered weakness?

One where disagreement becomes hatred?

One where school shootings have become so familiar that another grieving family barely interrupts our daily routine?

One where people struggling with poverty, disability, addiction, or mental illness are treated as problems to be ignored rather than neighbors to be loved?

Surely we can do better.

Surely a nation with our resources can find the will to protect its children, care for its vulnerable, and give people hope for tomorrow.

Surely we can disagree without destroying one another.

And surely we can remember that a person’s worth is not determined by their bank account, their political affiliation, their immigration status, their disability, or the color of their skin.

Every human being carries a dignity that no election can grant and no politician has the authority to take away.

Now, let us talk about the church.

Not the building.

Not the denomination.

Not the size of the congregation or the number of views on a livestream.

The church.

The people who claim to follow Jesus Christ.

Where are we when our neighbors are hurting?

Where are we when immigrants are afraid?

Where are we when a family is grieving?

Where are we when someone living with a disability feels forgotten?

Where are we when a teenager is struggling with depression and believes nobody cares whether they live or die?

Where are we when people who have been rejected by religious communities begin to believe that God must reject them, too?

Are we there?

Are we showing up?

Are we listening?

Are we loving people who cannot give us anything in return?

Or have we become so consumed with defending our own religious and political identities that we have forgotten our calling?

Jesus did not tell His followers that the world would recognize them by their political victories.

He said they would be known by their love.

That should stop us in our tracks.

Because if our Christianity makes us more hateful, more arrogant, more judgmental, and less compassionate, something has gone terribly wrong.

We may know the language of faith without practicing the heart of it.

We may defend Scripture without allowing Scripture to challenge us.

We may speak the name of Jesus while refusing to treat His children with the dignity they deserve.

A cross around your neck means little if there is no evidence of Christ’s love in your heart.

And now, America, a word about freedom.

Freedom is precious.

But freedom without responsibility becomes selfishness.

Faith without humility becomes arrogance.

Power without accountability becomes dangerous.

And patriotism without compassion becomes an excuse to ignore the suffering of others.

Loving America does not mean pretending America is perfect.

It means caring enough about this country to confront its failures and work toward something better.

It means telling the truth about our history, even when the truth makes us uncomfortable.

It means protecting the rights of those whose beliefs differ from our own.

It means refusing to let hatred become the price of belonging.

It means believing that our country can be both strong and compassionate, both free and responsible, both proud of its achievements and honest about its shortcomings.

We do not have to choose between loving our country and wanting it to improve.

In fact, sometimes the greatest expression of love is refusing to remain silent when something is wrong.

And perhaps that is where our warning begins.

Not with the collapse of a government.

Not with the defeat of a political party.

Not with the disappearance of a particular way of life.

But with the slow death of our willingness to care about one another.

Because a nation does not become great simply because it possesses wealth, weapons, technology, or influence.

It becomes stronger when its people recognize their responsibility to one another.

When a hungry child is fed.

When a grieving family is comforted.

When a stranger is welcomed.

When a sick person is not forgotten.

When the powerful are held accountable.

When the powerless are protected.

When truth matters more than winning.

And when love becomes more than a word we use to describe ourselves.

America, we are not powerless to change the direction in which we are heading.

We can begin in our homes.

We can begin in our churches.

We can begin in our neighborhoods.

We can begin by putting down our phones and listening to someone whose life looks different from ours.

We can begin by refusing to share a hateful post.

We can begin by apologizing when we are wrong.

We can begin by helping someone who will never vote like us.

We can begin by treating the person who disagrees with us as a human being rather than an enemy.

And we can begin by asking ourselves one uncomfortable question:

If Jesus were standing beside me today, would He recognize the way I am treating His children?

Not the way I worship.

Not the way I vote.

Not the way I describe my faith.

The way I treat people.

That is where the real examination begins.

I cannot predict America’s future.

I cannot promise that our divisions will disappear or that our problems will be solved overnight.

But I believe we still have a choice.

We can continue down the road of bitterness, division, and contempt.

Or we can choose a different way.

We can choose truth over propaganda.

Compassion over cruelty.

Humility over arrogance.

Service over self-interest.

And the teachings of Jesus over the demands of political tribalism.

It will not be easy.

Loving people who disagree with us is difficult.

Standing for justice when our own side is wrong is difficult.

Admitting our mistakes is difficult.

Choosing forgiveness when resentment feels justified is difficult.

But doing what is right has never depended on doing what is easy.

And following Jesus has never been a promise of comfort.

It is a calling to faithfulness.

A calling to love.

A calling to serve.

A calling to become the hands and feet of Christ in a world that desperately needs Him.

So, America, this is not a prediction of doom.

It is a warning about the choices we are making today.

A warning that we can lose something far more important than an election.

We can lose our compassion.

We can lose our integrity.

We can lose our willingness to see the humanity in one another.

And we can lose sight of the very faith we claim to defend.

But we can also turn around.

We can repent.

We can rebuild trust.

We can reach across the divides.

We can choose to love again.

And we can remember that the future is not shaped only by the people in Washington, the leaders on television, or the voices shouting across social media.

It is also shaped by ordinary people deciding, one encounter at a time, what kind of neighbors, parents, friends, citizens, and Christians they will be.

The question is not whether America will ever be perfect. It never has been.

The question is whether we still have the courage to become better.

Whether we can put humanity above hatred.

Whether we can put service above selfishness.

Whether we can put the Gospel above our political loyalties.

And whether we can rediscover the simple, demanding, world-changing truth that loving God must never become an excuse for withholding love from our neighbors.

Because when the history of this generation is written, I wonder what will be remembered.

The politicians we defended?

The arguments we won?

The people we defeated?

Or the people we loved?

I wonder whether our children will remember a nation that taught them to fear one another or one that taught them to care for one another.

And I wonder whether the church will be remembered as a community that fought to control the world or one that courageously showed the world what the love of Jesus looks like.

America, the choice is before us.

We cannot change yesterday. We cannot control tomorrow. But we can decide who we will be today.

And perhaps the most important question of all is this:

When God looks at our lives—not our political parties, not our national symbols, not our public declarations of faith, but our hearts—will He see people who loved their neighbors as themselves?

Will He see people who cared for the least of these?

Will He see people who pursued justice, loved mercy, and walked humbly with Him?

Or will He see people who spent so much time fighting for power that they forgot what they were supposed to be fighting for?

May God forgive us where we have failed.

May He give us the courage to tell the truth.

May He soften the hearts we have allowed hatred to harden.

May He comfort those who are hurting, protect those who are vulnerable, and challenge those of us who have grown comfortable.

And may He remind us that the answer to a world filled with hatred is not more hatred.

It is a love strong enough to stand for truth, courageous enough to confront injustice, humble enough to admit its own failures, and faithful enough to serve even when nobody is watching.

America, wake up.

Not because one political party is evil.

Not because one election will save us.

But because we are in danger of forgetting what makes us human.

And, church, wake up.

Not to seize power.

Not to win a culture war.

But to return to Jesus.

Because the greatest revival America could ever experience would not begin with a political victory.

It would begin when ordinary people fall in love with Jesus again—and begin treating the people around them as if they actually believe what He taught.

That revival can begin in you.

It can begin in me.

It can begin today.

God, help us become the people we claim to be.

And may we never forget:

The strength of a nation is not measured only by the power it possesses, but by the love it is willing to give.

— A Call to America, 2026

Global Prayer Challenge

I created a shorter version of the original post. You can still find that one on this site.

WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF CHRISTIANS AROUND THE WORLD STOPPED EVERY NIGHT AT 7 PM TO PRAY?

Imagine Christians stepping outside their front doors in neighborhoods and cities across the globe, united by one simple act of faith.

HERE’S THE CHALLENGE:

Every night at 7 PM LOCAL TIME, step outside and pray. Five minutes, ten minutes, or longer. You decide!

Here’s how the time-zone concept works: Wherever you live, pray at 7 PM in YOUR time zone. When it’s 7 PM in Florida, it’s a different time in California, London, Africa, or Australia. As the evening moves around the world, the prayer continues, creating a wave of prayer that circles the globe!

Pray for your family, your neighbors, your local churches, your community, and those who desperately need hope. Pray for healing, unity, forgiveness, and hearts to be changed by Jesus.

And ask God to show you how you can become part of the answer to your own prayers.

“The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.” — James 5:16

Imagine thousands, even millions, of Christians making this a daily habit. What might God do in our neighborhoods, our churches, our families, and our world?

We don’t need another platform, another argument, or another division. We need more prayer, more love, and more people willing to live like Jesus.

You don’t need a microphone, a church building, or a huge following. You just need a willing heart.

HERE’S MY CHALLENGE TO YOU:

Pray about it. Ask God to lead you. And if He puts it on your heart, commit to stepping outside at 7 PM every night to pray.

Then challenge your family, invite your friends, and share this message with your church. Let’s see how far this simple idea can spread!

Imagine looking out your front door and knowing that, at that very moment, Christians somewhere around the world are praying for their neighbors, their communities, and one another.

ONE PERSON. ONE PRAYER. ONE NEIGHBORHOOD AT A TIME.

LET’S STOP TALKING ABOUT CHANGING THE WORLD AND START PRAYING FOR IT!

Every night. 7 PM. Your local time. Your neighborhood. Your community.

WILL YOU TAKE THE CHALLENGE? WILL YOU SHARE IT? LET’S START A WAVE OF PRAYER THAT CIRCLES THE WORLD! ~OC

#7PMGlobalPrayerChallenge #UnitedInPrayer #PrayForYourNeighborhood #LoveYourNeighbor #BeTheChurch

Our Neighbors Face

I BELIEVE THAT IN THE FACE OF EVERY NEIGHBOR, WE CATCH A GLIMPSE OF THE FACE OF GOD.

Not just the neighbor who looks like us.

Not just the neighbor who agrees with us.

Not just the neighbor who votes like us, worships like us, speaks like us, or comes from the same place we do.

Every neighbor.

The hurting neighbor.
The lonely neighbor.
The immigrant neighbor.
The poor neighbor.
The forgotten neighbor.
The neighbor who is struggling.
The neighbor who doesn’t believe what we believe.

Jesus didn’t tell us to love only the people who were easy to love.

He said, “Love your neighbor as yourself.”
— Matthew 22:39

And when Jesus described the Good Samaritan, He shattered the walls people had built between “us” and “them.”

Maybe that’s the challenge for the Church today:

Stop looking for reasons to separate people and start looking for opportunities to love them.

Because every person we encounter is someone made in the image of God.

So before you judge them, see them.

Before you condemn them, listen to them.

Before you walk past them, love them.

Before you ask, “What do they deserve?”
ask, “What would Jesus do?”

Because sometimes the person standing in front of us isn’t an interruption to our ministry.

They ARE the ministry.

Jesus said, “Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”
— Matthew 25:40

So today, look a little closer.

You may discover that in the face of your neighbor…

you are seeing a glimpse of the face of God.

Love your neighbor.
See the person.
Serve the hurting.
Welcome the stranger.
Feed the hungry.
Lift the broken.
And let the world see Jesus through the way we love.

Because the Gospel isn’t just something we preach.

It’s something we live. ~OC

Hope Isles: A New Beginning/Chapter Twenty-Six-The Meeting

By six o’clock, every chair inside the town hall was occupied.

And then some.

People stood along the walls.

Others crowded near the back doors.

A few leaned against open windows.

Hope Isles had not seen this kind of turnout in years.

The entire island seemed to have arrived.

Walter sat quietly near the front.

June occupied two seats.

One for herself.

One for pie.

Nobody questioned it.

James and Sarah stood near the side of the room, watching residents filter in.

The atmosphere felt strange.

Not hostile.

Not yet.

But tense.

Like everyone was waiting for something important to happen.

Because they were.

At precisely six-thirty, the developers entered.

Three men.

Two women.

Professional.

Polished.

Confident.

The kind of confidence that came from giving the same presentation many times before.

Their leader stepped forward.

His name was Richard Kane.

Tall.

Well-spoken.

Impeccably dressed.

His smile seemed genuine enough.

But Walter immediately distrusted anyone whose shoes looked that expensive on an island.

Richard adjusted the microphone.

“Good evening.”

A few people nodded.

Most simply stared.

He continued.

“Thank you for welcoming us to your beautiful community.”

June whispered loudly enough for half the room to hear.

“We haven’t decided if we’re welcoming you yet.”

A ripple of laughter spread through the crowd.

Even Richard smiled.

“Fair enough.”

For the next thirty minutes, Harbor Horizon Development presented its vision.

The presentation was impressive.

Beautiful renderings filled the screen.

Modern hotels.

Expanded marinas.

Restaurants.

Retail spaces.

New housing.

Walking paths.

Public gathering areas.

Everything looked pristine.

Everything looked successful.

Everything looked expensive.

When the presentation ended, Richard smiled confidently.

“We believe Hope Isles has tremendous potential.”

The room remained silent.

Then Walter quietly muttered:

“That’s what worries me.”

Questions immediately began.

Some residents liked parts of the proposal.

Others hated nearly all of it.

The discussion grew animated.

At times emotional.

But mostly respectful.

Then James noticed something.

One image on the screen.

One section of the proposed development.

His stomach tightened.

He raised his hand.

Richard pointed toward him.

“Yes?”

James stepped forward.

The room grew quiet.

He pointed toward the map.

“That area there.”

Richard nodded.

“Yes.”

“What is currently located there?”

The developer glanced at the screen.

Then answered.

“Several underutilized properties.”

James didn’t react.

“Such as?”

Richard hesitated.

Then finally said it.

“Hope House.”

The room went silent.

Completely silent.

The words seemed to hang in the air.

Nobody moved.

Nobody spoke.

Then June slowly stood.

A dangerous development.

Even Walter looked concerned.

She crossed her arms.

“You called Hope House underutilized?”

Richard immediately realized his mistake.

“Perhaps that wasn’t the best choice of words.”

“No kidding.”

More laughter spread through the room.

But this time it carried an edge.

James remained calm.

At least outwardly.

Inside, however, emotions churned.

Hope House wasn’t just a building.

Thousands of stories lived there.

Recovery groups.

Youth programs.

Community meals.

Counseling sessions.

Friendships.

Second chances.

Hope.

How could someone look at all that and see an underutilized property?

Before James could respond, another voice spoke.

“Excuse me.”

Everyone turned.

Daniel had entered the room.

The ferry from the mainland had arrived only an hour earlier.

Yet somehow he was already there.

Standing near the back.

The room parted slightly as he walked forward.

James blinked.

“Dad?”

Daniel smiled.

“Surprise.”

Walter grinned.

“Good timing.”

Daniel approached the front.

Though still recovering, he looked stronger than he had in months.

Healthier.

More at peace.

Richard extended his hand.

“Good evening.”

Daniel shook it politely.

Then looked toward the screen.

Toward the development plans.

Toward Hope House.

Something changed in his expression.

Recognition.

Unexpected recognition.

Richard noticed immediately.

“Have we met?”

Daniel stared at him for several seconds.

Then nodded slowly.

“I believe we have.”

The room became very still.

Richard frowned.

“I’m sorry. From where?”

Daniel’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“The mainland.”

Richard searched his memory.

Then suddenly his face changed.

The color drained from it.

Just slightly.

But enough.

Enough for James to notice.

Enough for Walter to notice.

Enough for everyone to notice.

“You worked for Preston & Kane,” Richard said quietly.

Daniel nodded.

Years ago.

Long before Hope Isles.

Long before reconciliation.

Long before his illness.

Long before everything.

A murmur spread across the room.

James looked confused.

“What is Preston & Kane?”

Daniel didn’t answer immediately.

Instead he looked directly at Richard.

Then at the development plans.

Then at his son.

Finally he spoke.

“A company that taught me one of the greatest lessons of my life.”

The room waited.

Daniel’s voice remained calm.

Measured.

Steady.

“We were very good at making money.”

Silence.

“And sometimes very bad at understanding what money couldn’t buy.”

Richard looked uncomfortable.

For the first time all evening, the polished presentation seemed less polished.

The confidence less certain.

Margaret, seated beside Walter, suddenly sat forward.

She recognized the name too.

And that worried her.

A lot.

Because if Daniel knew Richard Kane…

And Richard Kane knew Daniel…

Then this conflict was about to become far more personal than anyone realized.

Outside, the lighthouse beam swept across the harbor.

The tide continued rising.

And somewhere beneath decades of hidden history, old decisions were beginning to surface.

Decisions that connected Daniel’s past, 

Samuel’s legacy, and Harbor Horizon’s plans in ways no one yet fully understood.

The battle for Hope Isles had officially begun.

And before it ended, James would discover that the greatest threat to the island wasn’t coming from strangers.

It was buried within a chapter of his family’s story that had never been told.

To Be Continued…

We Need More Mr. Rogers’

Today’s a new day!

There was something quietly powerful about Fred Rogers. He didn’t need to raise his voice to be heard, didn’t rely on insults to make a point, and never tried to win by tearing someone else down. In a world that often feels louder, harsher, and quicker to judge, his gentle way of speaking truth with kindness stands out more than ever. The neighborhoods he built on Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood weren’t just for children—they were a blueprint for how we might treat one another as adults. He reminded us that every person has value, that feelings are worth acknowledging, and that kindness is not weakness—it’s strength under control.

Contrast that with the culture we often see today, where bullying has been repackaged as confidence and cruelty gets disguised as honesty. Whether it shows up in schools, online spaces, or even public leadership, the tone can feel more like a battleground than a community. But the truth is, tearing people down has never built anything lasting. The world doesn’t need more voices shouting over each other—it needs more people willing to listen, to care, and to choose empathy over ego. Imagine what would happen if we measured success not by how many people we outshine, but by how many we lift up.

Maybe the call is simpler than we think. Be a little more patient. Speak a little more gently. Choose to understand before reacting. Those aren’t outdated ideals—they’re desperately needed ones. The legacy of Fred Rogers isn’t just something to admire from a distance; it’s something to live out in small, daily decisions. Because in the end, the world changes not through louder arguments, but through quieter acts of love. ~OC

A Friday Prayer

A Morning Prayer. ~OC

Dear God, I pray that you would give us the boldness to speak out against hate, especially when we see it in our churches, communities and homes.

Dear God, I pray that you would give us the humility to admit where we have chosen the way of the world over the path of Christ.

Dear God, I pray that you would encourage us to step away from behind the glowing shield of our screens to have real conversations in which we look into the eyes of another, witnessing the image of God that dwells within them.

Dear God, I pray that you would remind us that time is a precious gift that should not be wasted on things that divide us, but instead we would use the gift of time to encourage and build people up. To be our neighbors biggest cheerleader instead of their judge and jury.

Dear God, I pray you would teach us to live with a heart of service. Teach us to live with less so that everyone has enough.

Dear God, I pray you will move in your Church. I want her to thrive. I pray 2025 will be a year of repentance and revival for the American church.

Today, I pray you will join me in lifting up these prayers? Amen

Views on Halloween

Today’s a new day! Here is my question for the day: Is it okay for Christians to celebrate Halloween?

It’s hard to outright ignore Halloween. It’s everywhere. In our condo, several people have their doors directed for this October 31st holiday. Have you walked into a store lately? Most are stocked with various Halloween items. In 2023, Americans spent $12.2 billion on Halloween. That’s a lot of candy and costumes.

So there’s no hiding from Halloween. But should Christians participate in it? Should Christian children be walking the neighborhoods trick or treating? Or should the Christian community rise up and boycott Halloween altogether?

Some say, yes, Christians should boycott Halloween. In arguing that Halloween should be off-limits for Christians,people will site the origin of Halloween back to pagan festivals in the first century AD. Some people will claim that blood, witchcraft, and horror have become the dominate themes of the day. Furthermore, Christians opposed to Halloween will cite Bible verses that condemn witchcraft and sorcery, as well as Bible verses that command Christians to separate themselves from all that is impure.

Others will say, no, Christians don’t need to boycott Halloween. I read where several writers call it revisionist history to claim that Halloween is rooted in a pagan festival. They each wrote that Halloween is actually rooted in Christianity. All Hallows Eve is the evening before All Saints Day (Nov. 1). These writers challenged Christians not to back down to the culture, but instead to reclaim Halloween. Many feel it’s possible to “soften” the holiday by wearing non-scary costumes like classic superheros and princesses and establishing wholesome family customs.

But here is the argument that has been most persuasive for me: Halloween is the rare occasion out of a busy calendar filled year to get out of our houses and interact with our neighbors.

I have been so amazed and happy how interactive the neighbors in our condominium have been. I have lived in neighborhoods where neighbors barely spoke with each other. That’s a totally different blog post, for a different day.

Let’s keep in mind, that God is infinitely resourceful. What if, in His perfect wisdom, God desires to leverage Halloween to build community among people? Halloween can be a strategic time to see your neighbors face to face (or maybe mask to mask). Jesus said, “Love your neighbor as yourself.” (Mark 12:31) We understand “neighbor” to mean any human being … which includes actual neighbors in your neighborhood.

So, Laura and I will happily be opening our door to the excited children with their colorful costumes screaming trick or treat and filling their creative buckets with tasty treats. And we will be looking for opportunities to engage with our neighbors. Happy Halloween! ~OC

Be Kind

Today’s a new day! BE KIND, OR BE QUIET.

This is a Kindergarten rule, you guys. It’s the most basic of the basics. Either choose your words with kindness, or keep your mouth shut and just listen.
Fear and anger and hate are already running high, friends. There is no room for more.

And honestly, there should be no room for any of it. Not within the body of Christ. As Christians, our hope does not lie in the law of the land. Our hope lies in Jesus, his crucifixion and his resurrection. This is a hope that is firm and secure, an anchor for our souls. Is not this the hope that we should be sharing with everyone we come in contact with? Regardless of religious, social, economic or political differences.

Instead of arguing with one another, I suggest we focus our efforts on something that actually furthers the Gospel of Christ.

*We love our neighbor by baking cookies, inviting them over for a meal, or stopping to talk with them in the yard, and get to know them better.

*We serve our communities by offering our time and our gifts.

*We listen, we watch, we pray, and then we reach out in kindness and love.

*We immerse ourselves in the Word of God so that we can grow in knowledge and discernment.

*We treat all people with love and respect.

*We remember that life is not all about us.

*And for goodness sakes be kind. Or just keep our sweet mouths shut.

And all God’s people said…Amen. ~OC

Daily Goals

Today’s a new day!

My Ten Daily Goals:

*Love Jesus

*Pursue Jesus

*Live out the gospel

*Love my bride

*Love people. All people

*Serve others

*Die to self

*Surrender all to Jesus

*Encourage people

*Show forgiveness

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