Cry Out America
People seem to be very concerned about our economy and general decline in morality in America. And well they should be! We all should be! I certainly am. Our nation…well she ain’t what she use to be! The good news though is that she doesn’t have to remain in her current condition! Things can get better in America.
Joel 2:15 says…Blow the ram’s horn in Jerusalem! Announce a time of fasting; call the people together for a solemn assembly. This past Sunday, I did this very thing on the radio program “His Kingdom Come” which airs on WPEH FM, Sunday morning right after the 9 a.m. news. We blew a shofar and I asked all who would do so, to join us in some type of fasting. Then I announced a Cry Out America Event that will take place on Sept. 11 at 6 p.m. at the Helen Clark Memorial Park in Louisville.
2 Corinthians 7:14 says… “If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”
See there is hope for America, if Christians will follow the instructions of that verse! So if you would like to see improvements in America, if you would like to see revival in America…please join others of like mind and heart on Sept. 11 so we can Cry Out to God for ourselves and our nation!
Gordy wonders if voters will send Barrow packing
U.S. Rep. John Barrow is like the late country musician Hank Snow. Barrow is the moving company’s best customer.
Every time the republican-dominated state legislature redistricts the state, Barrow gets on his cell phone and rings up Mayflower Van Lines and he’s moving on.
The Georgia democratic minority in the legislature can only stand by and watch the moving van back up to Barrow’s door and watch the sweat drop from the congressman’s brow and play sidewalk superintendant, making sure the Mayflower men don’t drop any of Barrow’s prized furniture.
Barrow has moved so much that he’s put caster wheels on his heavier pieces of furniture, hoping for a discount from Mayflower.
Barrow has moved from Athens to Savannah, and now lives in nearby Augusta.
Barrow has moved so much that he’s now entitled to join the hobo fraternity. I think it’s called Alpha Beta Hobo.
He has moved so much that he now has a quirk of looking over his shoulder fearing that a republican is gaining on him, even after another biennial November has passed, and he has prevailed once again.
Rep. Barrow is like a cat. No alley feline with nine political lives he! He’s more like a Fifth Avenue pet store type.
Barrow has prevailed so much at the ballot box that his year the GOP has put a bounty on his head.
Rep. Barrow is among a number of Capitol Hill Donkey Boys and Girls that the Republican hierarchy would like to see put out to pasture.
Now another November lies ahead, with Mr. Barrow’s GOP opponent having to be decided in a run off. Already Mr. Barrow is appearing on TV dressed in working clothes, hoping he comes across as a common man.
In truth, “Big John” is not a coal miner hero but a professional man before going to Congress.
One would think Mr. Barrow would tire of having to see all those Novembers. Mr. Barrow seriously should read Proverbs 6:2 and not be ensnared by the body part mentioned in it.
“Thou art snared with the words of thy mouth, thou art taken with the words of thy mouth,” KJV.
I submit that that is the one thing a politician fears most, their own loose tongue.
What with the eyes of a TV camera recording every gaffe made by a politico on the campaign trail, it’s no wonder so many of our Capitol Hill-would-be-heroes treat themselves to some exotic overseas junket after the November dust settles, paid for by taxpayers.
May our victorious senators and representatives, particularly Mr. Barrow, be reminded that if he gets by another 11th month GOP ballot box trap, to stay home in Augusta rather than taking a “fact-finding, tax-payer-paid trip” to Rio or the Riviera.
I for one, Mr. Barrow, don’t know what comes after “trillion” (1600 Pennsylvania Avenue take note!).
As for “Big John,” the GOP hopes his ninth life is playing out. After all, he’s no big cat. He doesn’t walk just before day like outdoorsman lore goes.
Twelfth District republicans hope to send him back to the political boneyard after tanning his hide in November.
The GOP snare is set, it is baited, the 12th District question now is will the voters seal what the GOP considers to be Mr. Barrow’s flannel mouth and call Mayflower for him and send Big John packing.