What a stark contrast I beheld last week between our Lyin’ King President, Barack Obama, and our American treasure, the Reverend Billy Graham.

Watching the ninety-five-year-old Graham’s final message to America via the Fox News Channel last Thursday night hammered me in three particular ways.

First off, as a self-professed hard-ass, I must admit that I was choked up by the testimonies of transformed lives of the black gent and the suicidal female twenty-something. Matter of fact, and I hate to admit this, I even started to tear up a bit and I haven’t teared up since my dad and my dog passed.

As an increasingly jaded little monkey that I’m becoming living in the Obamaland of lies and lawyer tricks, I was struck in my soul, once again, with the ever present reality of the power of God that’s afforded to folks who take responsibility for their jacked-up lives and repent and believe.

Yep, without a shrink, minus meds and without a day in rehab (imagine that) those who watched the Graham special got to see and hear, in living color, the raw power of God afforded to two contrite people who put their hope in God. It was simple and beautiful. Remember simplicity and beauty? I know … it’s tough to harken back that far, eh?
Read more at http://clashdaily.com/