The celebration of the Resurrection has come and gone, but the possessing child of God celebrates it every day!

The difference between professing and possessing is as wide as joy and sadness, mirth and misery. The lazy, Laodicean church sleeps and slumbers like the disciple in the Garden of Gethsemane. America seems to be neither cold or hot, but so spiritually bankrupt that Christians in foreign lands could not distinguish us from worldlings. If we are the light of the world, our light is flickering and barely visible. Because of our politicians, any pretension of America being called a Christian nation is almost a joke. Too many of our so called “accepted moral standards” are mere moral madness! Void of anything moral. “Merrily, merrily, life is but a dream” as they swiftly rush down the stream to perdition.