Earlier this week, I felt overwhelmed by anxiety. The worry was mostly caused by financial pressure and by a nagging fear of failure. I tried my best to put into words my fears and frustrations, but my prayers were basically a series of groans.
We may never know what possessed Nevada gambler Stephen Paddock to fire his deadly automatic weapons at an unsuspecting crowd of country music fans this week in Las Vegas. Why would a guy whose family and acquaintances describe as “friendly” sneak more than 23 handguns and rifles into a hotel room, fire them at a crowd of 22,000 people and then shoot himself?
Have you heard this before? “We know that the last days will be wicked. Very wicked. Just like the days of Noah. That’s what Jesus said.”
National Day of Prayer President Ronnie Floyd started his morning interceding both alone and with a group of friends. Now he’s asking you to do the same in the wake of the worst mass shooting in U.S. history.
People are screaming at each other a lot these days. The most recent example is a viral video, seen by millions of people since last week, of a woman who went ballistic because a service dog was sitting near her in a Delaware restaurant.
If you want bad news about America, I can give it to you in abundance. If you want to make a case for why it’s too late for national reformation, I can make quite the case. Yet there are two words that give me hope, and I want to share that hope with you.
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