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America the Worlds Hope For Peace and Prosperity Has Become a Culture of Death

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I suppose as the time gets closer to His coming, the Rapture, He will call
more and more of His people to speak out for Him.  I love beautiful words and
messages, but there is nothing more beautiful then a life that has been
forgiven by the Lord, Himself!  A new life and a new start and that is what I
pray will happen when you read this, if you don't know Him.  God bless.

America the Worlds Hope for Peace and Prosperity Has Become A Culture of Death How did this happen? America, how did you become a culture of death? You were founded upon the Word of God and Jesus, the Savior of the World. The Bible says in Him we live, and move and have our being. Jesus said, “I have come to give you life and that more abundantly”! He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life; no one comes to the Father but by Him. I realize that many bad moves and changes have taken place to bring about such a shift of principals, morals and beliefs that have caused the fall of our society. Many things are attributed to it including, the Church in America moving away from the central theme of the Gospel, the Cross of Jesus Christ. We have moved away from the Lord, Himself, and we have placed man on the throne of our hearts instead of Christ! We have taken God out of the classrooms in our schools, and when we removed God, Satan then had the inroad to these young and tender minds and hearts of our children. Our country has become so “self centered” that we have been touting the ideology that man is a god unto himself, and this has spread the self-centered lifestyle and has taken hold across our land. We look out for #1, what is best for you, the most convenient for you, if it feels good, do it. Wanting to become like “Twiggy” the concentration camp model that caused many women to die trying to get their emaciated bodies to look like her and developing anorexia in the process. And in the 70’s, if being pregnant was inconvenient for the mother, go get an abortion, who cares, it is “my body”, no madam, it isn’t your body that you are killing, you are killing an innocent human being, instead, you said, it is my figure, my fun, my time, my party and you become a “god” in your own eyes and you took the life away from your own baby, and now, we have as a nation, I believe killed well over 100 million babies, I say that many because, the killing keeps taking place but the numbers have not been increasing! Also, the babies that these babies would have had… no one is counting the whole generation that was slaughtered. Now we are a nation where our youth is dressing in black clothing participating in the “walking dead”, killing each other at schools and on the street, watching “Zombies”, playing violent electronic games feeding on death continually! When will this stop??? It won’t without a blood bought, devil stomping, sin killing Holy Ghost revival! Without Christ in our lives, a personal relationship with our Creator, every soul in this world will either end up in Heaven if they choose to accept what the Lord Jesus Christ has done for mankind through His own blood, or will end up in Hell burning in the Lake of Fire for an eternity! They will literally breathe fire forever! Wouldn’t that be enough to convince you to choose life? Death is not pretty, it is horrible, messy, ugly, and putrid but life in Christ is beautiful and abundant. It is fulfilling, lovely, pure but, only if you know Jesus personally. It is really up to us, and I pray that as you read this narrative poem that you will choose life, life in Christ, ask Him today to come into your life and forgive your sins! Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings August 8, 2015

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