This judgment is for those who survive the tribulation. This is not the Christian's judgment, nor is it the judgment at the end of time when everyone that has ever lived will be judged by God.
I'm a King James Bible believing sinner saved by the blood of the Lord Jesus Christ! I was raised by a good mother and I went to a KJV church growing up. I am a mother of 5 lovely children, 2 grandchildren, and am married to a crazy Cajun for 28 years now! I think bow ties are cool, and grey hairs are like tinsle for your head. I admire those who do right no matter the cost, and wish to avoid those who would compromise the truth.
Sometimes the devil doesn't tempt us with evil; sometimes he allures us with good, distracts us with obligations, confuses us with compromise, or hinders us with business to keep us from that which is best- service to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! Remember, the devil always offers his best, before Christ will offer His will for your life.
Saturday, September 20, 2025
The Judgment Of The Nations
Monday, September 15, 2025
Ode To Charlie Kirk (poem)
A grain of wheat has fallen
Which once grew tall in truth
From a stalk of divine calling
A call to revive our nation's youth.
The assassin's bullet scythed min down
His blood then soaked into the ground
But from this ground of hearts will grow
A bountiful harvest the world will know.
Hoping to silence his voice of truth
With hate filled hearts they stopped the ears
But soon they'll hear a choir of America's youth
Singing Charlie's Song for many years:
Jesus saves! He purifies!
The peace He gives- it satisfies!
He gives us purpose. He gives us light.
Now rise up Christian! Join the fight!
Fight for freedom! Fight for truth!
Fight for our country! Fight for youth!
Trust in Jesus. Do not wait.
Fight with love instead of hate!
-Dee Dee Hall
Friday, September 12, 2025
Thoughts Regarding The Assassination Of Charlie Kirk
I am not a "headlines preacher"...
Never been my thing...
That said, this week's events hit a bit different due to the fact that I have personally had threats on my life and safety, threats of lawsuits, threats of "destroying my church", and the list goes on, in 15 years of ministry...
The bullet tore the air in half. A folding chair rattled. A Bible dropped. A young man slumped sideways beneath a white event tent, eyes wide with the weight of eternity.
It was supposed to be a conversation. A “prove me wrong” segment. But this time, rebuttal came not with words, but with a rifle.
Charlie Kirk didn’t get to finish his sentence.
All because of words, ideas, beliefs, that were shared that someone else despised...
What was their solution to the problem? Kill the messenger.
An attempt to shut me or my ministry down because their insecure minds were threatened with words from a Book that they claim are archaic, too hard to understand, and full of "fairy tales"... strange, indeed!
I have never seen someone get this upset over words shared from "the Brothers Grimm" or "Aesop's Fables", but for some reason, this Book and principles from it are a "threat to society", while also being full of "fairy tales". Not sure both of those can coexist simultaneously.
I got the news just before the prayer meeting. I contemplated this death as I prepared to lead the saints in prayer. But I didn’t feel like praying. Not tonight. My hands were still. My mouth was ready. But my soul was pacing. Angry. Grieving. Tempted.
Tempted to grow quiet.
Tempted to sit this one out.
Tempted to wonder if any of this, faith, boldness, public gospel witness, is still worth it.
Because hatred in this world isn’t simmering anymore. It is boiling.
Europe is trembling. Israel is burning. Rockets lit the sky over Gaza again. Drones rained fire down on Ukraine, again. And now, here on American soil, the blood of a Christian apologist paints the pavement of a university quad.
What do you do with that? What do you say when courage gets gunned down in daylight?
Charlie Kirk was no perfect man. None of us are. But he had a backbone where most Christians don’t anymore. He was a believer. Unashamed. Unafraid. He understood that real conversations only happen when truth is welcome at the table. And the truth he carried most was Christ.
He brought the gospel into public space on purpose. Because the gospel isn’t supposed to stay in church basements and private Bible studies. It is meant to confront. It is supposed to offend. It was not made for safety.
But that seems to be the dying world's only recourse.
The Word became flesh and they nailed Him to a tree.
So of course they came for Charlie. Of course they reached for a gun. This is what evil does when it runs out of arguments. It doesn’t reason; It kills.
The Enemy wants us afraid. He wants us to see what happened to Charlie and backpedal. He wants the rest of us to whisper, to soften the message, to believe the lie that faith should stay private.
But Christ never whispered. He preached in temples, on hillsides, in courtrooms, at dinner tables. And when they told Him to be quiet, He picked up His cross. Not a symbolic one.
A real one. Heavy. Bloody. Splintered.
When Jesus said, “Follow Me,” He didn’t hand out maps. He handed out crosses.
I am not the same but it is because over 30 years ago, I asked the Creator of the Universe to be my Savior. I am not the same, not because I am better than my fellow man and am more "righteous" in and of myself, but because the Lord Jesus Christ made me a "new creature"...
John 14:2-3
2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.
I have HOPE, I have LIGHT, I have PEACE, regardless of your politics... and every sinner is called to have this hope if they will receive it. Put your politics aside, and know you have an eternal soul that God cares deeply for - so much so, He sent His Son to die FOR YOU!
NOT more religion...
NOT more political movements...
MORE JESUS!
When He was attacked and ridiculed, mocked, beaten, and unjustly killed by sinners, He said, "FATHER, FORGIVE THEM FOR THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO"... He said to a sinner who cried for mercy in his last moments "TODAY THOU SHALT BE WITH ME IN PARADISE"...
That is NOT how we typically respond to threats... we typically respond with more hatred...
The kind of war that kneels in gravel beside the wounded, hands them living water, and refuses to leave. The kind that speaks both mercy and judgment without flinching. The kind Charlie died for.
This world is not a friend to grace. But grace isn’t fragile.
Just know, we believers will not stop preaching Him, we will not stop preaching His truths, we will not stop going to college campuses, the streets, we will not stop preaching Him at work, around the dinner table, to friends, family, enemies, and in "ALL THE WORLD"...
His message - His death for sinners, His burial and His resurrection, has been saving souls and changing lives for 2000 years, and when the world seeks to silence Him & His people more, don't be surprised if more sinners are drawn to this HOPE and LIGHT, in the midst of the darkness!
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?”
Paul didn’t leave that question unanswered.
“Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?” —Romans 8:35
He piles up every fear you and I carry and then sets them on fire. “Nay. In all these things we are more than conquerors.”
I believe that when Charlie Kirk’s body slumped to the concrete, his soul stood upright in heaven. Not limping. Not silenced. Not stunned. But crowned.
He didn’t fall. He crossed, and the great cloud of witnesses gained another voice.
And I wonder if Stephen met him there.The first martyr. The man who got stoned for preaching what the crowd didn’t want to hear. The man who, in his final breath, saw the heavens open.
The only time in all of Scripture we see Jesus standing at the right hand of God, rising to receive one of His own.
I like to believe He stood again.
Are you afraid? Do you feel the tremble in your spirit? Do you wonder if it’s still worth it to speak boldly, to carry your Bible, to preach the gospel in a world that doesn’t just disagree but wants you gone?
You’re not alone. You’re not weak for feeling that.
But you are called to something stronger than silence.
The cost is high. But the reward is Christ. And He’s not a concept. He’s a King.
Heaven is not empty. It is filled with scarred saints who refused to bow to fear. Men who were stoned. Women who were burned. Children who sang while the flames climbed. And every last one of them arrived in heaven.
There is no difficulty that can cancel the promise of God. There is no persecution that can derail your destination. There is no sniper’s bullet that can separate a soul from Christ. Your life is not measured by how long you live on earth, but by how much of it was spent pointing to heaven.
Paul said, “I have fought the good fight. I have finished my course. I have kept the faith.” Then he looked toward the reward. Not a monument. Not a mention in history books. But a crown, handed to him by the One with nail marks still in His hands.
So let me say this clearly. We do not mourn like the world mourns. We do not write eulogies dripping with sentiment. We carry the banner of a Kingdom that does not tremble.
Charlie Kirk did not die for nothing. He died carrying the same message you and I must now carry forward.
The cross stands tall.
The tomb is still empty.
And the gospel has not lost one ounce of power.
So, Christian, pick up your cross. Wipe your eyes. And keep going.
Because, the crown is worth it. The King is coming. And there’s still time to speak.
Even if they shoot. Let's keep shining, let's keep giving hope, let's keep telling the OLD STORY of redemption through Christ and restoration to a Holy & Loving God!
Lord, give us courage, Ffr we carry not just the message, but the marks. And You are worth every bruise.
Friday, September 5, 2025
Thursday, September 4, 2025
The Cross (poem)
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.
I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood;
He fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.
Sure never till my latest breath,
Shall I forget that look!
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.
A second look He gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou mayest live."
Thus while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too!
-John Newton
Wednesday, September 3, 2025
Indian Madras Lentils recipe
2 TBS unsalted butter
1 yellow onion, finely diced
1 red bell pepper, finely diced
4 cloves garlic, minced
2 TBS grated fresh ginger
1 (6-oz) can tomato paste
2 tsp smoked paprika
1 tsp cumin
¾ tsp salt
½ tsp ground coriander seed
½ tsp cayenne pepper
4 cups vegetable or chicken broth,
1 cup dry black or brown lentils
1 (15-oz) can red beans or pinto beans, drained
1 (13.66-oz) can coconut cream
Stir in tomato paste, smoked paprika, cumin, salt, coriander seed, and cayenne pepper. Cook for another 3 to 5 minutes.
Add vegetable broth and lentils. Cover and let gently simmer until lentils are tender, about 20 to 25 minutes.
Remove from heat and stir in canned beans and coconut cream. Mix well.
Tuesday, September 2, 2025
Monday, September 1, 2025
The First Adam & The Last Adam
When God created Adam in the garden, he was a unique creation. Never before had there been a human. Never before had there been a creation that was told to maintain other parts of God's creation. And, never before had there ever been a creature that had his mate created from part of his body.