Pray for the Voters

Good morning, World.

I am late going to church today because there is not going to be any Sunday School. Broken Vessels is visiting our church today, and they will be recording their new album live! I'm looking forward to it. The last time they came, they said they loved our church because we "know how to clap". LOL

There is a news article from CNN about how Donald Trump broke the Fox debate rules by consulting with his campaign manager during the debate. It seems he broke other debates' rules the same way. If he will beak the rules now, what makes you think he isn't going to break the law once he is in office? Do we need another President that doesn't respect the law?

I have a friend in Kansas who said that if he could, he would have voted for Trump. He's progressive, and said he would register as a republican in order to do this. THIS is why we need to get out and vote. We have a fight on our hands. It seems that a lot of people in South Carolina are doing the same thing, hearing what some of my other friends say. This is voter fraud, and there is no way whatsoever to stop it.

So I am challenging all of you to do something: Tuesday is another big voting day in other states in the U.S. If you have already voted, please get on your knees and pray that day. Fast. Ask God to move to protect your candidate if it isn't Donald Trump.

Have a blessed day!

Memories of a Life Lived: My Sister

When I was a kid, Sunday mornings were the only mornings that my parents got to sleep late. They never went to church until my later teenage years when life had dealt our family a lot of lemons. But, they didn't stop me from going to church, so I got up, got dressed, and without waking them, walked the two blocks down the dirt road, and around the bend to Faith Community Baptist Church where Brother Land preached every Sunday and Wednesday. I looked forward to that time -- and, if I didn't show up, Brother Land would later call and check on me. I think that is how he found out I had my tonsils out when he came to the hospital to see me and bring me my first Bible.

This particular Sunday, my sister, Keysha K Smith wanted to go with me. She was only three years old. I was six years older than her, about nine. She put on her shorts and her sandals and I took her by the hand and walked with her to church. I showed her her sunday school room (which was the nursery) and we enjoyed church together after.

When I got home, my parents were up and upset. They had been frantic, looking for Keysha. She was only a baby. They did not scold me, however, for taking my sister to church with me. They did make sure that I understood that I was not to take her again without telling them.

I will never forget that day for as long as I live.

Today, my sister, like me, loves the Lord, and is striving to put God first and let Jesus take the wheel, in spite of her humanity and in effort to set an example for her own children. I am proud of her.

Luke 2:49
And he said unto them, How is it that ye sought me? wist ye not that I must be about my Father's business?