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09/17/20   A recent poll reveals that teenagers raised in evangelical churches are “far more likely” to carry on the religious identity of their parents than those who attend mainline Protestant churches with their parents.   The recently released Pew Research Center survey polled more than 1,800 American teens (ages 13-17) and found that 80% of them who are raised by evangelical parents keep the religious identity of their parents. In contrast, just 55% of teens whose parents attend mainline Protestant churches reflect their parents’ religious views.   Read More: Survey: Evangelical teens shine in keeping the faith

Anticholinergic medications may increase Alzheimer’s risk, a new study reports Anticholinergic medications block acetylcholine (i.e., “vagusstoff”) and inhibit parasympathetic nerve impulses by binding with this neurotransmitter’s receptors. Over 600 medications are known to trigger some degree of anticholinergic activity (Ghossein, Kang, & Lakhkar, 2020). Anticholinergics are a common class of drugs prescribed by doctors — or purchased over-the-counter (OTC) without a prescription — for the treatment of allergies, asthma, common cold symptoms, COPD, hay fever, hypertension, overactive bladder, Parkinson’s disease as well as psychiatric disorders, depression, and a host of other ailments. What Is Acetylcholine and Why Is It Also [More]

Came across an interesting site, z3news.com, which has posts on current events and of dreams and visions people have had of what is going to come on America and the world in these last days. Check it out.  Admin

09/02/20   We hear a lot about fear in the media these days, so much so that fear has almost become normalized. We have fears for our health, fears for our children and fears for the future. But should fear be normal in the life of a believer?   On a recent episode of the Prophetic Spiritual Warfare podcast, host Kathy DeGraw and guest John Ramirez say a collective no. Ramirez, a former Satanist who was, as he says, “a general in the kingdom of darkness,” tells listeners, “Fear is a choice. I can be fearful; who can be courageous? [More]

09/02/20 “Some sad statistics” Admin According to a preliminary release on the findings of the 2020 State of Theology survey, 52% of American adults believe that Jesus was a great teacher, but he is not God.   Among those surveyed who identified as evangelicals, 30% agree that Jesus was merely a great teacher, and “nearly 65% still agree with the statement, Jesus is the first and greatest being created by God”.   Ligonier Ministries’ biennial State of Theology survey “provides key findings on what Americans think about God, truth, the Bible, worship, and ethical issues”, the authors say.   It [More]

09/02/20   “I’ve read a number of prophecies like this and while they are great to read they must not lull us into complacency … we still have to pray and vote!”  Admin   While our nation is fixated on the upcoming election, God has given a word to an Australian pastor that Donald Trump will win a second term. But that same pastor is calling for prayer.   Dr. Reg Morais, founding pastor of Living Faith Community Church in Perth, Australia, and founder of Anoint the World Ministries, first received a prophetic word at the beginning of 2020. Around [More]

Purple was my twin sister Suzy’s favorite color. It was the color of the bridesmaids’ dresses on her wedding day, the color of the sweater she had worn most often, a gift from me.   And now, on a cold, rainy day in March, I stood in her driveway with my family, Suzy’s children and her husband, all of us clutching purple balloons, our eyes wet with tears. In a minute we would release our grip and the balloons would float up to the heavens. The balloons were our way of letting go. Moving on.   It had been exactly [More]

This was one birthday I definitely felt like ignoring. Sixty-five. Officially a senior citizen. Entering those golden years that once had seemed so far away. I wasn’t ready to be a geezer.   That morning nothing seemed right. The annual local gospel music festival my wife, Sarah, and I host on our property had been an organizational nightmare. And now, as I returned home from a long day of work on a dairy farm, I noticed that the wire fence I had repaired just the night before had broken again.   Of all the…. I braked my truck and climbed [More]

A few weeks ago, three children in Moreno Valley, California, released a trio of colorful, helium-filled Mylar balloons into the sky. Attached to each was a handwritten, heartbreaking letter.   “Hi Mom, I miss you,” one letter read. “I hope you come and visit me soon because I have questions to ask, like why you had to leave…”   Each of the letters carried a small expression of the children’s grief. Their mother, 42-year-old Renee Finney, had recently lost a two-year battle with cancer. She’d passed away five days before Mother’s Day.   The children, ages 16, 18 and 25, [More]

RIIING! RIIIING! RIIINNNNGG! Chimes startled me awake. I slapped my alarm clock, but the noise didn’t stop. It wasn’t my alarm. The doorbell?   Our two Labrador retrievers, Jax and Shelby, began barking along, composing a chaotic symphony that echoed throughout the house. RING! RING! BARK! BARK! I glanced at the time: 1:00 a.m. Who could be at our door this late? They’d better have a good excuse for waking the kids.   I groaned as I stumbled out of bed. It had been such a struggle to get my four-year-old, Jacob, and one-year-old, Samantha, tucked in for the night–I [More]

How could my husband, Doug, be so calm? Sitting on the edge of my bed in the maternity ward, casually flipping through the newspaper like everything would be fine. Everything during my first pregnancy in 1967 had gone fine up to that point. Doug got me to the hospital in plenty of time; six hours later, baby Liz arrived, perfectly healthy, weighing in at exactly eight pounds. I couldn’t wait to be on our way and start our new life as a family of three. Then came the hitch.   “We just need to settle your bill before you can [More]

I tapped my pen against the kitchen table and stared at my to-do list. Plan side dishes, get the turkey, tidy up the house—Thanksgiving was two days away, and there was so much to get done.   But that wasn’t why I was anxious. My son, Bill, was driving home from school for Thanksgiving break. His first visit since he’d gone off to college. And he was late.   The phone rang. My husband, William, answered it. As he paced around the kitchen with the receiver to his ear, I heard snippets of his conversation: Car trouble. Transmission. Tow truck. [More]

The U-Haul office in Grove, Oklahoma, was nearly empty that Wednesday the week before Thanksgiving. Just one other person ahead of me.   “I’ll be with you in just a few minutes,” the counter clerk said. I nodded and sat on a bench next to the desk, anxious to be on my way.   Last time I was here, seven years ago, it was to move Mom into her new duplex. Now Mom had passed away, and since I lived closer than my two sisters, I was responsible for emptying Mom’s place and driving our beloved family treasures to my [More]

It was one of those cold December evenings when there’s nothing better to do than cuddling on the couch, watching one of those heartwarming, made-for-TV holiday movies. That’s exactly the night my husband Kurt and I had planned. We live way out in the country with only our Springer spaniel for company, so it was quiet. Just the TV and the howl of the winter wind outside.   A ring at our door startled us. I glanced at the clock—8 p.m. Who’d be visiting after dinnertime on a cold night like this? I opened the door a crack. John, Dana [More]

This is a story about my dad, my daughter and a dream present. Literally.   That Christmas morning, I spotted Dad walking up our pathway, his little Santa hat bobbing up and down, his arms laden with gifts. My daughter, Megan, rushed to open the door. “Merry Christmas, Big Ralphie!” she exclaimed. She hadn’t seen him since she’d left for college that fall.   “You too, Little Ralphie!” he said, giving her a peck on the cheek.   My dad and Megan were as close as could be. Whenever she stayed over at Dad’s house, they’d get up before anyone [More]

“Thank you very much for your help. Your opinion counts. Have a good day!”   For the umpteenth time that afternoon, I delivered my canned lines, hung up the phone and sighed. Such a monotonous job. I worked for a market research company, calling people all around the country for their opinions about products they’d used—today it was a line of air fresheners. After following the same script for hours, I dialed the next number from my list and looked at my watch. 1:30 PM. Just a few more hours until I could get back home and pour myself a [More]

08/13/20 Sid Roth interview posted on Youtube 08/12/20 Kevin Zadai recently had a 5-1/2 hour face to face encounter with Jesus! What did they talk about? The next 11 years! And then Jesus explained the books of Ephesians and Corinthians verse-by-verse, focusing on the body of believers and the importance of spiritual gifts. Including yours. Jesus then shared wisdom specifically for the season ahead. Including— • The Father’s love • The angelic • The coming move of God • The year of Jubilee • House churches • Prospering in hard times • Mysteries of the faith And finally, Jesus revealed [More]

Sid Roth’s It’s Supernatural! 2020 shows. The latest shows are at the end of the playlist so skip to the last page to see them.

08/12/20 “At the bottom of the article is a video interview of Tom Horn telling about a supernatural dream he received from God regarding the asteroid Apophis.” Admin We live at a time when giant space rocks are whizzing past our planet with alarming regularity. Sometimes we know in advance that they are coming, and sometimes we don’t. In fact, on July 28th an asteroid the size of a car zipped past our planet “at a range that rivals the orbits of some high-flying satellites”, but we had only spotted it for the very first time on July 26th. If [More]

08/10/20   “Collapsing morals and family life is the forerunner to the eventual collapse of the nation.”  Admin   The Joint Economic Committee of Congress has just produced an important new study titled “The Demise of the Happy Two-Parent Home.” The report exhaustively presents data showing the shocking collapse of marriage and traditional family in America and then explores possible explanations for why it has happened.   In 1962, 71% of women ages 15-44 were married. By 2019, this was down to 42%. In 1962, 5% of women ages 30-34 had never been married. By 2019, this was up to [More]

“I tell you, on the day of judgement people will give account for every careless word they speak for by your words you will be justified, and by words you will be condemned” (Matt. 12:36-37, ESV).   I’m not sure that there is a more sobering verse I could type at the top of this page, but there it is. I was just humming along—reading about good fruit and evil fruit, good treasure and evil treasure—when these two verses seemed to literally jump off the page and stun me.   Have I read them before? Yes. Have I heard them? [More]

Another dead end, I thought, hanging up the phone. And it had felt so right this time. The JFK Johnson Rehabilitation Institute in Edison, New Jersey was almost everything I’d prayed for. A world-class facility specializing in the treatment of young adults with traumatic brain injuries.  Everything they told me convinced me that this was the place where my daughter, Jennifer, would finally begin to heal from the skiing accident she’d suffered two years earlier. Except Jenn and her husband lived in Vermont, and all of the housing options near the Institute turned out to be prohibitively expensive.   Lord, [More]

It was just a watercolor portrait of a family at the beach. A mother and father barefoot on the sand, looking out over the ocean with their four children, the youngest perched on the father’s shoulders.   Yet this painting had somehow taken a powerful hold over my husband, Tim. He claimed it had saved him twice.   It wasn’t hanging in an art gallery. No, it was in Oakwood Hospital in Dearborn, Michigan. The same hospital where we’d spent the saddest day of our lives.   That morning, 16 weeks pregnant with our fourth child, I’d had a miscarriage. [More]

Your shoe?” my husband Michael asked. He kept his eyes on the road but shook his head. “How did you manage to lose one shoe?”   I wondered the same thing. We were on vacation, driving from Montana to Erie, Pennsylvania, and I’d taken off my favorite pair of black clogs to be more comfortable in the car. We hadn’t made a stop since lunch, hours earlier. But I’d looked under every seat, combed through the empty wrappers and maps littering the floor—all I could find was the right clog.  Somehow, the left was missing. Could it have fallen out [More]

I stopped by my mother’s house to water the plants while she was in the nursing home. Mom wasn’t doing well, and the doctors had told me to prepare for the worst. But in her house, surrounded by her familiar possessions—the photographs on the dresser, the vase on the dining room table, the throw on the sofa—everything seemed reassuringly unchanged, as if Mom could just walk through the door at any minute, her old self again.   I stepped into the living room. My eyes fell on an old wooden jigsaw puzzle in the shape of a puppy. It sat [More]

One day in the middle of January, I was in the living room sifting through the mail when I came across an envelope addressed to my late husband, Bruce. I hadn’t gotten mail for him since shortly after he died, in 2004—a good 10 years before. Well, I shouldn’t say good. We were married 55 years and I still missed him every day.   I missed going to craft fairs with him. The carnations he’d give me “just because.” Our Valentine’s Day celebrations. That was a really special day for us because Bruce had proposed to me on February 14. [More]