Such A Time As This

For Such a Time as This

A nation that once embraced “one nation under God” as a government creed is rapidly choosing to forget its spiritual foundations. Sadly, many in our churches today appear unaware of what the progressive agenda of the left means for American citizens who stand on principles of biblical faith. Daniel J. Pacheco, a retired Navy commander, challenges that agenda in this political commentary, highlighting what we can expect if we allow progressive leaders to continue trampling upon principles of faith. He answers questions such as: • How are landmarks of Christian faith being removed from the record at an alarming pace? • Why are progressives laying siege to our right to free speech and our right to bear arms? • How have moral wrongs somehow become protected rights? • What does real leadership look like? Dan doesn’t just regurgitate the good and bad of today’s leadership – he takes a step back to analyze the moorings of our leadership in the light of Scripture. In doing so, he provides a blueprint to applying biblical truth to navigate times such as this.

Until Such Time

“Looking for someone? Yes?” Clutching her snifter, Belinda gasped. An inaudible whisper escaped her lips. “Hein-Heiner Peterson?” She blinked. Sandy red highlights gleamed in his light brown hair. Wasn’t his hair blond? Who is this man? He is the exact replica of Heiner Peterson, her clandestine lover. “Who is asking?” she managed to say. The man smiled. “Austin Gordon,” he answered, extending his hand. She met his smile and took the hand that was offered. She shivered. Was it from the cognac she’d been drinking or was it from the man’s intrusion? “Belinda Samuels,” she said, tossing her head back. “Pleased to meet you.” Looking at her, the man saw a woman who’d just stepped off the cover of Vogue. Her red dress simple, unrevealing, yet revealing. Her beehive, the coiffure en vogue. “Likewise. I’m glad you came.” Someone bumped her, pushing her forward. He caught her before she fell. She sagged. He felt the soft give of her body, and he tightened his hold. She immediately pulled back, but the dye was cast.

Memoir and Remains of the Rev. Robert Murray M'Cheyne