Jesus loves the little children

I was about 5 yrs old when my mother  made me her first convert. There is no one quite so zealous as a baby Christian. Funny, the Christians who know the least doctrine are the most active evangelists. I have memories of memories of an excited mommy who seemed to watch the 700 Club whenever it was on air. She read her Bible voraciously. She searched desperately for The Right Church.

Eventually she settled on Maranatha Praise Tabernacle with Pastor Joe Garlington. The multiculural congregation was an anomaly in the 1970’s. She gloried in exhuberant praise which mixed rousing gospel standards with classic hymns and folksy worship songs. Pastor Garlington earned a reputation as a dynamic worship leader and funny articulate preacher.

My mother led others to Christ. She shared her knowledge and understnding of the Word. I soaked it all in.

When I was about 9, I heard her singing in another language. It was eery and beautiful. I could tell she was worshipping even as she did the laundry. I came down the steps and listened. Finally, I risked startling her and declared, “I want that.” Confused, she asked what I meant. I pointed to her and said, “What you were doing, I want it too.” Now understand, in kindergarten, she taught me to count in French. I knew that there was more to what she was doing than just another language. 

Since no one had told her that A). I was too young to be born again at 5 and B). I was too young to speak in tongues. She shrugged, placed her hands on my head and imparted the baptism in the Holy Spirit…  

I must confess my prayer language didn’t sound like hers at all. It sounded like  “Mewr mewr mewr mewr”. Suddenly unsure, my mom called one of the pastors and asked if it worked. He asked her to place the phone near me so he could hear me. I wasn’t shy, “Mewr mewr mewr mewr!” The pastor told her,  “It’s real.”

As a father and Sunday School teacher, I get to share salvation with many kids. I will lead any child capable of speach in the Salvation Prayer. My 8 yr old daughter speaks in tongues, it sounds adorable. When she prays (in tongues or English) for healing or blessing adults are amazed how effective it is. Many of us have had instant healing on dozens of occasions. For any skeptics uttering “Placebo effect”, it works even if we don’t know she’s praying. If Naomi and my wife Nicole pray for me without my knowledge, I still get the healing. How about that?

Nothing bonds parent and child like praying and worshipping at home on a regular basis. If you then study the Bible together it has great impact. 

How old were you when you got saved?

Rock Paper Scissors! 

Liberals have replaced the venerable children’s game with a cynical version:

In other words, they argue over who is the Biggest Victim. 

A poor Black woman will dismiss the victim status of a wealthy woman as they both rail against the Patriarchy. 

When a family seeking asylum  got deported Liberals were enraged – until the immigrants turned out to be *German Christians. All concern disappeared. 

When woman got shot by a man there was much head shaking. Mainstream coverage evaporated once it was discovered the victim was a **White woman and the shooter was a Latino illegal alien. 

The problem with Identity Politics is it only creates anger. People are perpetually offended because they get a false sense of power from it. 

The result? An errant tweet may get an executive fired if he offends the wrong group. A congressman lost his job for using the word ‘niggardly’ simply because it sounds similar to the N word. The word has no racial connotations. 

At the same time, college professors can spew hatred towards While males who they perceive as the root of all societal ills. The tenured college professor can say whatever so long they remember: Gender/Race/Class

 The  politically adept use Hatred  of job creators and The Evil Rich™  as tool to whip up votes. Low information voters keep voting against the Rich. There is zero evidence that legislation that hurts employers help the unemployed. 

We on the Right must avoid the temptation to do the same. We can’t devolve into the Perpetually Offended. 

Never focus on your feelings, always focus on reasonable solutions. Righteous anger without tangible results curdles into cynical  bitterment. As we see on the Left, the result is either apathy or anarchy. 


**Kate Steinle


In Great Britain the populace is unarmed. Government doesn’t trust its citizens with firearms. Knives are carefully regulated. Citizens aren’t allowed to conceal carry knives. Most neighborhood police do not carry firearms.

At the same time, refugees stream  in from violent,  war torn countries. Barely vetted, some with fake ID,  these immigrants & refugees are trusted to be helpful additions to society. 

This despite warnings from ISIS that they plan to infiltrate Western Europe. 

When Jihadists attack the populace, the citizens are helpless. The nation  becomes ever more the Big Brother surveillance state. The citizens have surrendered ever more to the State in the name of security. 

Their right to privacy continues to erode. 

Meanwhile the terrorists keep on killing. 

Politicians like Muslim  London mayor  Sadiq Khan and the Mainstream  media seem obsessed with Islamophobia. 

Political Correctness is madness.  

Update: It has been brought to my attention that many recent attacks were by actual citizens who went from moderate Muslims to radical Muslims. Fair point. In most cases however, they traveled to Libya, Yemen or Pakistan for  indoctrination & training. The travel issue is still a legitimate concern. 

That word Justice doesn’t mean what they think it means

Social Justice Warriors want to close down prisons in the name of justice. They feel prison health care is low quality. ‘Free’ health care in prison is of lower quality than the health care that Law abiding, workers receive? That’s not fair! Let’s close the prisons instead. That’ll work out great! 

Earlier this year, about 2 dozen of these SJW staged a protest that predictably went violent. The local media barely mentioned it because hey, Trump isn’t involved. 

God help Pittsburgh. 

Kids and tech

My wife Nicole is away on a mission trip. Our youngest daughter Naomi keeps in touch via my smartphone. She texts Mom using text & emoji then an hour later they video chat. Still later they talk on the home phone. Afterwards Naomi relaxes with her  Kindle tablet. (She continues trying to over ride the parental lock). 

Naomi goes from laptop to PC to tablet to smartphone without a second thought. My daughter uses technology that used to be science fiction effortlessly. She accepts her digital world. She stores her most treasured photos in the cloud. 

Naomi is eight years old. 

Imagine how the next generation of kids will accept Artificial Intelligence in their lives? 

A Depressing Post

Depression is like gravity 

Every second of every day

A pull towards unhappiness 

A draining away of energy 

You get tired of fighting it

One day it seems impossible to get out of bed

Colors leach out of the world

You feel unattached from life

Like a ghost haunting  your own body

Thoughts feelings memories swirl around a theme of dissatisfaction 

Hopelessness and despair flank you everywhere 

Depression is like  gravity you can leap up but it takes so much out of you


The above poem describes my battle against depression which began in 2005 as a result of divorce. As a single father I felt like a failed dad and a lousy Christian. Once I realized that I could not just ‘shake it off’, I tried counseling and medication. For some, that might be enough. 

I eventually I turned to my faith. Forgiving my ex wife and myself made a huge difference. The joy of Lord is my strength. I became a God chaser. Intimacy with Jesus brings healing that goes deeper than any therapy or medication. Deep into your soul. 

Today my heart is filled joy. I encourage others to find lasting peace with God. The trick is to find someone who has been through depression and come out the other side. Where there is Life, there is always Hope!