About Praying!

About Praying!

“So do not pray for this people nor offer any plea or petition for them; do not plead with me, for I will not listen to you.  Jeremiah 7:16 NIV

Do not pray for this people or offer any plea or petition for them, because I will not listen when they call to me in the time of their distress. Jeremiah 11:14 NIV

Then the LORD said to me, “Do not pray for the well-being of this people. Jeremiah 14:11 NIV

But if they will not listen, take one or two others along, so that ‘every matter may be established by the testimony of two or three witnesses.’ Matthew  18:16 NIV

In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. Romans 8:26 NIV

The time has come (if not already past) for us to recognize that “praying for the #WHidiot” is not changing anything. He’s still the same self-centered, narcissist he’s always been; only thinking about what will work best for him, not the masses, and he’s still lying–to Congress and all America–in his attempt to get the media focus off the trumprussia investigation.

No matter how many times church leaders tell people to pray for this idiot–and see no results; they should be able to draw their own conclusions and people should stop listening to the church leaders and listen to God through understanding His Word. For if people continue to pray for him–to change or whatever they’re praying for–and nothing happens, we should know that we’re not praying the will of God, but by direction of mere mortals who are just as fallible as the rest of us.

I’m not wasting my time praying for the #WHidiot for he has already determined to do whatever he wants to do. I will continue to pray that all Americans will wake up and demand that Congress do their job in upholding the oaths of their office and the Constitution and #impeachtrump.

Until Americans–We The People–stand up to the “wannabe dictator” nothing will ever change. Tax payers are picking up the tab for his weekend excursions and already he’s adding to the national debt by launching an “unwarranted” missile strike against Syria, to the tune of almost $90 million dollars, without congressional authorization. Then, he lied about the strike being a matter of “vital national security” and in some interviews and his letter to Congress, “retaliation” both of which are lies.  We don’t need a reactionary in the White House, we need a leader–one who is capable of thinking and rational, logical conclusions. We don’t have that person in the White House.

The pictures did not move him to “horror and grief” for there have been more pictures from years ago depicting the horror suffered by those of chemical weapon attacks. Perhaps, as it has been stated about the idiot–a picture with fewer words will help all to understand the travesty of having this person in the Oval Office.

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No matter what–most of us–who are not blinded by the drama–will push Congress to do their job and we who know The Lord, will keep praying for revelation knowledge of truth for all who have been blinded by the shiny object–so-called Syrian initiative.

Excerpt from Deceptive Storms

“Minister Anderson, come quick!  We need help.  Someone spotted Pastor Cal stuck between some trees on the river bank!” Vernon came in screaming.

D’Cerner panicked.  Her heart pounded so loud she could barely hear what others were saying.  All the men headed for the door with ropes.  For a moment, she thought she was going to faint, but somehow, she reached deep down inside, took a deep breath and got up.  She felt like she was outside of herself, looking at what was going on, but had no control over it.  She got her raincoat and hat and went out the door before anyone could stop her.  She started walking, battling the wind and the rain, barely able to see directly in front of her.  She prayed—for guidance, wisdom, and strength to find Cal.  The closer she got to the river bank, the slower she was able to move because of the rising water.  By the time, she reached the farthest point she could go, she had to stop.  She called him.

“Cal,” she yelled, trying to be louder than the wind.  “Cal, where are you?”

She waited, hoping to hear a response, but getting none, she plodded through the water a few feet north of where she was standing.  She called again and again, no answer.  She kept this up for almost an hour and then just as she was about to give up, she heard him.

“Cal, where are you?”

“Dee, I’m over here hanging onto a branch.  I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Cal, hold on!  I’m coming.  Keep talking to me so I can find you!”  She sloshed through water already above her waist.  She listened to him, talking to her, but his voice was fading.

“Cal, keep talking, I’m getting closer.  Don’t you give up on me!”

“Dee, go back!  The water is too deep!  Go back!”

“I am not going back without you.  Just hold on!”

“I am holding on, but I’m getting tired.  Can’t hold on much..”

“Hold on, you hear me!  Hold on!”

“Dee, I love you! I’ll always love you!”

“I love you, too, now hold on! I’m coming to get you!”

By the time she reached a clearing where she could see him, she heard the snap of a branch and then saw him floating by holding onto the branch, but his head was sinking under the water.  That was the last she saw of him.  She heard herself screaming and then she knew nothing.

She collapsed in the water and would have been swept away by the fast-moving current, but the men who were looking for Cal to save him were right behind her and two grabbed her, while the others waded out further, tied to each other in order to hopefully reach Cal before he was carried further out into the river.  They watched him bobbing in and out of the water for about fifty feet when suddenly he stopped moving.

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