Twas the night before the fast...

As the hour of my fasting time draws near, I am at peace. The fact that I am, as I type, stuffing my face with a Reeses Peanut Butter Cup might have something to do with that. But, in all seriousness, I know the Source of my strength. He will not fail me, even if I falter. He promises that though I may stumble, He will not let me fall.

I go into this fast boldy, trusting my Sovereign. I know I am not alone. Word has come my way that many have been called to fast in one way or another. There is a sense of urgency sweeping the land, as slumbering Christians are finally waking up to the fact that America is in grave trouble. And, the fact of the matter is, only Christians are going to be able to turn the tide. Second Chronicles says, "If MY people humble themselves, and pray, and turn from their wicked ways then I will hear them from heaven and heal their land." It's all on us. We must be the ones to pray, the ones to put away our pride, and yes...to stop our wickedness (women who refuse to accept their God-given roles at mothers and keepers of the home, pornography, willfull ignorance, materialism, sports-worship, imodesty, compromise, innnapropriate television shows and movies, and the list goes on). Then and only then, will He answer our cries for help. We must do this as united members of the Body of Christ, if we want our broken and beloved country to be healed. There is no other way.

Thank you for keeping me accountable. I hope to post everyday until the election. To God be the glory, great things He has done and will do.