Love Doesn’t Fight Mosques

This is the most Christ-like statement I have heard on the Ground Zero Mosque so far; by my good friend Dennis Owen:

I still think we should focus our energies on sharing the grace and love and mercy of Jesus, not fighting the construction of buildings and worship centers of other faiths. Hate and revenge are not Christian values. Fear and intolerance are not fruits of the Spirit. Instead, Jesus calls us to love our neighbors, and to even love our enemies. Love doesn’t fight mosques. The love of Jesus demands that we love Muslims. Period. For in the end, love wins.

First Day of School in Duval County

Pray for our schools! They took prayer out of school, but prayer can’t never be taken out of you!


A prayer guide to pray for our schools:


Father, it is our desire that every teacher in Jacksonville would come into a personal relationship with You through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. We ask that You would grant every teacher of Windy Hill school, who does not know You, the gift of repentance and the faith necessary to trust in You alone for their salvation. Empower each one of them to turn to You in genuine faith, and receive the forgiveness that You offer so freely (John 3:15-18, 6:44; Acts 4:12, 17:30-31).

Father God, bless those teachers and administrators at Windy Hill School, who do know You, the courage to fulfill their role as ambassadors to Your kingdom. Provide them the grace and power necessary to truly be the beacon of righteousness lighting a path for each student and teacher in this school. Teach them to speak with prudent boldness as they depend on Your Spirit’s leading. (Prov. 28:1; Matt. 5:13-16; Matt. 28:19-20; Acts 1:8, 4:31).

Father of all truth, we ask that you would be known as the source of all truth throughout the schools in our city. Place your truth into the hearts of all the teachers of Windy Hill school. Give them a hunger to know and teach the truth, while empowering the students with the ability to receive it. As alternatives to your truth are presented, grant the teachers discernment as to how to properly handle any lie that comes against the knowledge of Your truth. (Prov. 22:17; John 18:38).

Father, bless the teachers of Windy Hill school with the wisdom to know how to reach and teach each student. Grant them your insight into the individual learning needs. Open their eyes to the many different ways each student can be trained, encouraged, and taught the discipline of learning. Grant them special insight into the needs of any disruptive children, filling these teachers with the compassion to effectually deal with them. (Prov. 2:6; James 1:5; Prov. 22:15).

Praying For the Students
Lord God, We lift up every child in our Jacksonville schools who does not know you. We pray that you would reveal your love and power to each one individually at Windy Hill School. . Invite each one to know you and grant also the power to turn to you and away from all sin and unrighteousness. Open the eyes of their heart to see you as you truly are in the fullness of Your glory. Encourage those that do know you to boldly speak the truth. (Eph. 1:18, 1Tim. 2:4)

Father God, we ask that You would help the students of Windy Hill school to develop healthy relationships with each other. Bless them with compassion, respect, and understanding for one another. Set them free from any unhealthy relationships that would lead away from the knowledge of you. Empower the youths who know you to lead out by example. (Ex. 20:12-17; Lev. 19:18; Matt. 22:39; Eph. 4:32).

Father, assist these children in the finding of their identity in Jesus. You knew each child before they were born, and can speak more to who they are than the world can. Help them find out who they are and discover that they are created in your image. Free them from the world’s labels and empower them to be everything you created them to be.

Father we ask for your divine protection for each child attending Windy Hill School. We urgently ask that you would keep them from any harm. Protect them spiritually, bodily, and emotionally as you guide them safely and cover them under the shadow of your wings. (Psalm 91:1-2; 4:8, Is. 43:2)

Lord, in your Word, you said to “apply your heart to instruction and your ears to words of knowledge”. Because of this we ask that you would give each student here at Windy Hill School a real hunger to learn. Grant each child a teachable spirit and free them to exercise every ability for learning that you placed within them. Since you don’t make mistakes, help each child to walk in the confidence that they can learn anything and everything that you want them to. It is but for the asking. (Prov. 23:12; James 1:5)

Lord we pray for the parents of each student here at Windy Hill School. We ask that you would grant them the love and wisdom that each child needs as they learn and grow in maturity. Father please help equip them with the inner strength and convictions that are needed to create and uphold healthy boundaries for these children. Grant them the vision to reach out to You and to others for refreshing and perspective. Give them peace and perseverance as they offer stability and love to their children.


My Beginning at the End of the Road

Let me talk to you today about a place where your abilities are justifiably a reason for mockery; where the waters are not found in the rivers; where the coasts of the earth dry out; where the oceans return to the heavens. It’s a place where the singer lost his old songs that once lifted his soul; a place where arguments seems forever rising against you; a place where your bad decisions catch up with you and shame forcefully take possession of your mind. This place is where God seems so distant; the place where the insults of your sin oppress your conscience. A place where you find yourself trapped in the center of a maze. Your friends are gone! They shake their heads when your name is mentioned in their conversations away from you.

            Who will lift up your head? Who will make a new road of dreams and purpose for you? Who will shut the mouth of your enemies? Who will restore your soul and fill you with the gladness you once had? Who will pick you up from your misery? Who will erase your tears? Only One, the Lover of my soul, my Mighty Warrior, my Defender, the One that loves me countless times more than my own mother.  

            You quickly realize that there’s nowhere else to go. The world gladly announces your end, “You are finished!” they joyfully shout. Yet, as you grasp for air in your desperation; as your faith is almost gone and you find not much to hold on to, your soul cries “I am sorry Lord! Help me!” Suddenly, the thunder of His love for you shakes the foundation of all reasoning. Can you see Him running now? Yes, it is the Lord! He is coming to rescue me like a skillful soldier in the middle of the night! Can you hear the sweet sound of His mercies? The enemy trembles at the fragrance of your grace and the aroma of your salvation.

            In my brokenness You are whole and in my weakness You are strong. From the presence of the Most High God I stand and lift up my hands to Him who is worthy. Then you pick me up like a daddy picks up his child after a long walk and you hold me like a mother in the long nights. You hide me under the tender shadow of your wings. I am going to make it; I know I will, for it is my beginning at the end of the road.