As I recall Phil said there was going to be six more weeks of winter on February 2nd. You know…that groundhog in Pennsylvania.
So why are we in the 70’s and 80’s here in Texas already? I’ve even seen where it’s in the 70’s back in Michigan…and it’s only the middle of the month.
I drove to Houston and San Antonio this week and can decisively report that the Redbuds (with their purple flowers) and the daffodils are blooming.
The redwing blackbirds are warming up their vocal chords for their mating songs.
We’re either entering an early spring or those folks who tell us what that fat rat says were totally off this time or we’re in for an extremely rude awaking some morning and some dead purple flowers on red trees.
As you can tell I’m totally confused, but that’s quite normal for me these days…or is it daze?
To add to my malady of mix-uppedness the president’s wife just read the Lord’s prayer in public. Can she do that?
Okay, I’m pretty sure she can since she actually did, but why does that seem un-normal?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled she did it. I just wish that simple act of reverence to God wasn’t out of the ordinary.
Either The Donald has been completely transformed by the precious blood of Jesus Christ that he’s a new man from who he used to be, which is so like Jesus to do that to a fella, or he’s bamboozling everybody for a rude awakening some morning.
I’m believing the first case is correct.
The liberal leaning media folks don’t know what to make of such a transformed individual or his wife. But that’s okay. Let them squirm for a while while God sets things back to His track of biblical responsibility.
As I recall Jesus’s disciples were more than a bit confused more than once in their time with Him.
Their most confusing time came after Jesus died on the cross.
All of their predetermined dreams of a kingdom ruled by the Messiah were shattered. The bitter taste of death lingered that whole Sabbath…until Sunday morning broke with the most unprecedented news anybody will ever hear.
The tomb was empty.
Jesus was not there.
Did they dare remember Him telling them He would come back to life?
They sat in their shock and wonderment and confusion…until the room brightened and the smell of burial spices filled their noses.
The war for the souls of mankind took a decisive turn that day. The Savior had accomplished His task.
His death was the sacrifice God demanded of us all.
The war goes on. That’s why the Lord’s Prayer is still causing an uproar when the first lady reads it in public.
The Messiah will reign on the throne. But more people must be touched by the news of Jesus’s sacrifice.
Rodents don’t determine the future. God does.
The media can’t control how often we tell someone about Jesus. We can.
This war is far from over, my fellow soldiers.
Let’s not let up on our efforts just because the leader of this country is a Christian.
Large scale victories don’t need to be won. Win souls one at a time.
Keep marching on our knees to the battle.
Don’t worry. I’ve read the end of the Book.
Our side wins.
Keep smiling. Wade
