Will America be “Saved by the Bell?” The Devil is in the Details


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The Easter Egg Roll is the longest held annual presidential tradition, dating back to 1878 when President Rutherford B. Hayes officially opened the White House grounds to local children for egg rolling on Easter Monday. The theme this year is “Hop into Healthy, Swing into Shape.” The White House posted the following on their WEB for those who desired to enter the lottery to attend the Easter event; “For our next White House Social, we are giving our followers of @LetsMove and @FLOTUS on Twitter, @MichelleObama on Instagram, a chance to attend.”

To fully appreciate the Egg Roll “social” being held on Monday, April 21st, you must watch this short CLIP. It was designed to resemble the 90’s sitcom “Saved by the Bell” and features a narcissist Obama talking to himself while looking into a mirror plastered with photos of… who else, but himself. Also in the video is a jump roping Michelle and dogs Bo and Sunny who are shown spitting out tasteless wooden eggs the White House is selling as souvenirs to thousands of ignorant hoarders who have no clue why they are buying such worthless pieces of junk. That revealing video clip exposes an egocentric Obama completely enamored with himself as he stares at his reflection in the mirror. It affirms a self- worship so intense, that it is no wonder there is no seat at the table for God at the White House…. and the reason America is quickly descending into demonic darkness.

The Easter Egg Roll is now just another Obama campaign event, closed to all except for the first couple’s most faithful followers. Promotion of the event has been staged like a Hollywood movie set, with Obama as the leading man, using children and dogs as props to help promote his “image.” Using the nation’s children is nothing new for Obama and his team of “inglorious bureaucrats” who use taxpayer money to plot and advance our children’s moral demise. Is Obama another King Herod?

In 40 BC. King Herod was a demonized despot who ruled the Holy Land. Upon finding out that a King of the Jews had been born, Herod felt threatened. He knew his corrupt administration could not withstand an outbreak of “Messianic fever” among the Jewish people and did not want to risk a revolt, so he ordered the “Massacre of the Innocents” and the murder of every Jewish infant in Bethlehem. In a similar fashion, king Barack Herod Obama has, from the highest office in the land, condoned abortion and the “Slaughter of Innocents.” King Obama has also, with the help of his U.S. Secretary of Education, homosexual Arne Duncan, instituted a “Mental Massacre” of our children’s minds and souls with the implementation of Common Core in our schools. Arne once SAID, “I find it fascinating that some of the opposition to the Common core State Standards has come from white suburban moms who—all of a sudden-their child isn’t as brilliant as they thought they were, and their school isn’t quite as good as they thought they were.” Arne is also the gay pride pimp who is pushing a LGBT ideology on our children. This astonishing video CLIP (that has had very few views) demonstrates the sick gay agenda that is being forced on our “innocents” and brainwashing them.

A new third grade LESSON PLAN based on the book, “Barack Obama: Son of Promise, Child of Hope” by Nikki Grimes, casts Barack Herod Obama in a “Messianic Light” clearly illustrating the sinister side of Common Core. In one passage, a young Obama sees beggars and wonders, “Will I ever be able to help people like these?” and “Hope hung deep inside of him.”  The book goes on to describe Obama’s days as a community organizer. “The work was grueling, with stretches of failure, and puny patches of success, door-to-door Barack went, early mornings, late nights, pleading and preaching, coaxing strangers to march together, to make life better for everyone.”  “He worked as hard as a farmer, planting the words “Yes we can” like seeds in spring. “Impatient, Barack kept wondering if those seeds would ever sprout. He worried that the hope in him would fade away.”

Barack is right about the fact that the hope in him would fade away, it has not only faded away, it has disintegrated. Obama’s arrogant, putrid pride can be felt in every wide toothed grin he smiles, every rhetorical speech he reads off the teleprompter, every treasonous executive order he signs. His is a vainglorious pride of self- idolatry, a pride that pledges allegiance to the devil and has manifested itself as the fetid figurehead of America’s immorality, including; abortion, pornography, adultery, same sex marriage, drugs, the occult, and materialistic lifestyles.

“Pride goes before destruction, And a haughty spirit before a fall.” (Proverbs 16:18) Barack Herod Obama’s godless haughty kingdom is doomed to fall, and he will be taking America with it if Americans do not get a serious case of “Messianic Fever.” Not only has Obama succeeded in purging the Lord from America’s traditional moral culture, his prideful blindness regarding the defense of Israel is naively “nuclear” and puts the United States of America in grave danger. Obama, who does not have a Christian background, is ignorantly ignoring the dire biblical consequences that have been prophesied to those who aid in the surrender of Jerusalem. In God’s pledge to Abraham, he asserts that Jerusalem is the center of the universe and promises “I will bless those who bless you, and I will curse him who curses you.” (Genesis 12:3) According to biblical prophecy, Jerusalem is the past, present and the future of the world and is where Jesus will rule. “His kingdom there shall never end.” (Luke 1:33)

Obama’s Easter Egg Roll theme “Saved by the Bell,” is a phrase believed to have come from the 17th century notion that describes people being saved from being buried alive by using a coffin with a bell attached. The idea was that if they were buried but they later revived, they could ring the bell and be saved from an unpleasant death.

A bell ringing king Barack Herod Obama lacks the ability to save the United States of America from an untimely grave. Only Jesus Christ, as echoed in the words of (Ezekiel 37:13), can promise to “open your graves and bring you up from them…..that you may live.”

If  America loses God, it is not God who is lost.

This Easter, God reminds us that the only one who can truly save us is Jesus Christ and promises …“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish, but have eternal life.” (John 3:17)










A Light is on in the Manger


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As I turned down the streets of my neighborhood, the cold air caught my breath and reminded me to consciously breathe in the frosty air and be grateful that I was alive. As the gently falling snow cooled my burning cheeks, I thought about how Christmas always brought out the best in me, those feelings of charity, the thankfulness that I had good friends and family, the infinite blessings that accompanied the birth of Jesus Christ.

As I walked, I did not miss a single Christmas wreath hung on a front door, an inflated Snowman waving in the soft breeze or a window whimsically stenciled with snowflakes and stockings. Sometimes, if I walked the same path in the early evening, I might even be able to catch a glimpse through a lamplit window of a family playfully trimming their Christmas tree. Everyday during the Christmas season I took the same route that led me to the village church a few miles away, its steeple always in view, virtuously presiding high over our small country town.  My walk was a ritual that was always filled with eager anticipation and emotional yearning. As I rounded the last corner of my journey, there it faithfully stood, a bright white church that gleamed against the crisp winter sky, its bell tower partially camouflaged against the snowy white clouds. As I approached the familiar front path, I paused to take in the magnitude of the precious panorama before me; it always made me gasp. There taking up the entire front lawn of the church was a Nativity scene so grand and realistically detailed that when I squinted my eyes, it would seem to come alive. When staring at the empty creche, I always felt relieved to know that after the midnight service on Christmas eve, baby Jesus would ceremoniously, once again, be placed into the waiting cradle and assume center stage.

I contemplated my own Christmas this year, empty of finances but rich with an over abundance of Gods good tidings and knew that there was not a gift in the world as precious as God’s presence in my life. Although it was disappointing to not be able to purchase presents for the family, I knew that the day would not be void of laughter and good cheer. Just a few ingredients in my scantily stocked pantry would yield grand results and turn my small home into a make-believe gingerbread world, full of gingerbread men chasing after dancing ballerina’s and running reindeer. The air would become intoxicating, each whiff of cinnamon and ginger offering the alluring comfort and anticipation of yet another Christmas filled with the aroma of pungent spices and flickering candlelight. Old puzzles, well worn games and books full of tales of old Saint Nicholas would be displayed on the oak sideboard, begging for family fun.

On this particular day, as the sky turned a brilliant pink and yellow at sunset, I made my familiar trek to once again feed my Christmas soul. The church was bathed in a deep amber hue that made it glow like a golden music box and when standing perfectly still, seemed to be chiming “Away In the Manger” to my longing ears. Thoughts of Christmas’s past with my four siblings began to surface, an unexpected nostalgic treat that seemed to offer me some well timed joy year after each year. It was a treasure trove of sweet memories; a mother and father who unselfishly doted on their family and made each Christmas special, even when times were tight. Homemade doll houses, trains, and knitted sweaters with snowflake motifs adorned the bottom of our tree, and as busy fingers tore open the brightly colored packages, bows flying in the air,  smiling faces and laughter outshone the silvery sparkling of the heavily tinseled tree. As the last gift was opened, the small wooden Nativity set that had been carefully tucked underneath the tree, once again became prominent, a reminder that the birth of Christ was the most lasting and valuable gift of them all! The true happiness of the day was entirely due to his unfailing grace, mercy and omnipresent blessings.

As my eyes once again scanned the life-sized Nativity in front of me, my worries for America and the unsettling attack on Christianity diminished as the star at the top of   the manger suddenly became brightly lit in the now darkened night. I knew that the light of Christ could never be extinguished by anyone, no matter how intrusive, unless I allowed that to happen. “Away in the Manger” still infused my senses and as I slowly walked away, I began to softly hum its tender words; “I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky and stay by my side ‘til morning is nigh.”


Merry Christmas to all…and remember to always keep the light of Christ, shining bright.