I love America, and I want her back.  I do not say that in a mean or ill-spirit; and I am not implying that she was ever the possession of a certain group of people.  But what America has become and is becoming is not the America I grew up in.

The America I grew up in believed and worshiped the True and Living God.  Since our inception we have boasted only in the God of the Bible.  From our nation’s beginning we acknowledged Him alone as Sovereign- on our money, in our documents, and in our worship.  We …

In the book of Ecclesiastes, Solomon poetically described the various seasons of life.  There is a time for this, and a time for that.  Life unfolds naturally…sometimes triumphantly, sometimes tragically; but always in divine order.  Our birth, life, and death all exist within the parameters of time, or as Solomon put it, the seasons of life.  Quite literally, life is a collection of seasons.  Though the fade from one to the other is gradual, it is constant and ever-moving.  It cannot be stopped.

In the diligent and fervent effort to slow the process of time, we ironically seem to speed …

If we had the luxury of interviewing the apostle Paul, and could ask him about his greatest discovery in life and ministry outside of salvation, I believe he would take us to Philippians 4:11.  Imagine his response…His face is wrinkled from years of service, his veteran eyes squint ever so slightly as to let us know he is thinking about the question; he then clears his seasoned, authoritative voice and softy proclaims, “This is my greatest discovery; I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.”

For Paul, the road of contentment was paved with experience, hardship, …

Sometimes life is the pits…literally.  Just ask Joseph.

He was the many-colored-coat-wearing-favorite-son of his father who stirred the bitter ashes of hatred and jealousy in the hearts of his brothers.  They hated the fact that their father blatantly and continually showed favoritism toward the younger son.  They hated that obnoxious, one-of-a-kind, “look-at-how-special-I am” jacket he paraded around in.  And they especially hated those dreams….those blessed, patronizing, arrogant dreams.  Such animosity led to murderous and unanimous contention.  Had it not been for Reuben, the eldest, they would have stripped him of that coat and left him for dead.  Instead they threw …

The history of Israel’s kings is marred with wretched idolaters, backsliders, and reprobates.  When you study the various regimes of Judah and Israel you will discover a pattern.  With each passing generation the leadership grew more corrupt until God rose up another man to start over with a renewed passion and commitment to things divine.  This pattern was not coincidental, it was the result of apathetic influences, or as Steve Farrar contends, failed fatherhood.

In King Me, Steve Farrar parallels the current cultural failures of fatherhood with the ungodly kings of Israel.  His affirmation is simple: there are certain …