Read John 18:28-40.
“What is truth?”
Over two thousand years ago, Pilate, the Roman governor over Judea, looked into the eyes of Jesus and asked this question. He didn’t know he was speaking to the King of kings, the one and only Truth. He was confused and believed truth to be relative. He did not realize he was standing face to face with the One who is “the way, the truth, and the life” (see John 14:6).
Pilate found Jesus innocent of all charges. He didn’t understand why the Jewish leaders wanted to execute one of their own men. Even his wife warned him, “Have nothing to do with that righteous man, for I have suffered much because of him today in a dream” (Matthew 27:19, ESV). Pilate had to make a decision. But instead of standing for what was right, he gave in to the demands of the Jews and handed Jesus over to be executed.
As I look back at the last week I am filled with great emotion. I will never forget the celebration of my grandfather’s life at our nation’s capitol. It was a surreal and emotional day. What an honor it was to stand outside the Capitol with my family and watch a joint U.S. Military honor guard carry my grandfather’s body up those beautiful steps. My Daddy Bill was just a simple man with a desire to share God’s love to the entire world. He simply said, “yes” to God and was obedient to the calling God had on his life. It was not an easy calling–it was burdensome at times–but my grandfather served God with great humility.
I stood in awe as a watched a godly man receive one of the highest honors an American Citizen can receive.
Thank you to our President, Vice President, and all members of Congress who made this day possible.
On Tuesday night, my friend Marci, who equally shares the love of politics with me, and I sat as a party of two and anxiously waited for President Trump to deliver the State of the Union address. As women and moms, her and I both share a desire to see this nation we love are blessed to call home, rise up in unity.
We often ask God, “Why”? In the midst of great suffering and pain, we can not fathom how God can allow great such evil to prevail. But what happens when the sorrow hits close to home to the ones we love? Do we trust in an almighty, all-knowing God? As mothers, it is natural to pray for absolute protection over our children. Our hearts ache uncontrollably when we see them in misery or suffering. But when we look through scripture we see many times God prevails through unfathomable circumstances. My grandmother, Ruth Bell Graham, sweetly reminds me through her timeless writings this morning, how fortunate we are God’s infinite wisdom prevails over our finite wisdom.
Despite those who had little confidence in President Trump, we are approaching the end of President Trump’s first year in office; and we as Americans survived! Although many have marched in protest, yelled out to the sky, and even threatened his life, President Trump still stands in office and serves this country each day.
Over the last week, the images of the events, which transpired last weekend in Charlottesville have replayed in my head and continue to be heart wrenching and disturbing. Racism is evil at the purest form. My heart has a hard time comprehending this kind of hatred. It is hard to face the harsh reality—racism is still alive and breeding deep in the souls of some Americans.
But racism is a sin problem. My grandfather once said, “There is no scriptural basis for segregation. The ground at the foot of the cross is level, and it touches my heart when I see whites standing shoulder to shoulder with blacks at the cross.”
“To fear the Lord is to hate evil; I hate pride and arrogance, evil behavior and perverse speech (Proverbs 8:13).” People who have hatred for one another due to their race, color, religion, or ethnicity need a miracle of the heart. A person who is capable of that much hate needs a new heart—that is a miracle—and there is only one person who is in the miracle business; Jesus.
Recently, I was sitting in a salon chair and chatting with a stylist I had never met before. We shared small talk I quickly found out she was a newlywed and we dove into a conversation about the first year of marriage. I was a little caught off-guard when this young woman asked me what advice on marriage I could give her.
Its Memorial Day weekend and I know my social media will be flooded with pictures of people having a BBQ, sitting poolside, shopping sales, and using the caption, “Happy Memorial Day.” Although, it is ok to be enjoying the ones we love this weekend and have fun, its important we do not forget what this day represents and there is nothing “happy” about it. I ask you to take time to visit a local memorial or service this weekend. Or take a short few minutes to sit down with your family and talk about the meaning of this weekend. I have asked my sister-in-law, Kristy, to write a guest post on what this day really represents and what it means to her family. Kristy is married to my brother Edward, who is a Major in the United States Army and has served eight tours overseas. Together, they have sacrificed much for the sake of this wonderful country, and she has even taught me better ways to remember those who have lost their lives giving me my freedom. Here’s Kristy…