In the midst of all the protests and screaming and burning and finger-pointing, it’s a breath of fresh air to see honest-to-goodness love in action:

http://abc13.com/news/community-rallies-around-victoria-mosque-after-fire/1732363/

These gracious, loving offers of help speak much louder than the noise of the protests.

Someone asked me today if I’ve been praying for all sides of the various political protests and hubbubs going on lately. Sad to say, it hadn’t dawned on me to pray for any of them, much less to pray that God would draw in the hearts of those who don’t know Him yet, and lead them to salvation. That’s Job One for a Christian. Gulp. I had gotten too wrapped up in the conflict.

So I went on a protest march against myself . . . got my Bible . . . and walked to my prayer chair to get started.

Time to send p-mail (prayer) to the Prince of Peace!