Something Big Is Happening

 

 This article is by Yehudah Glick - from Facebook

 

"Something very big is happening.

 

President Trump called on the Americans to dedicate a national Shabbat in honor of America’s 250th anniversary.

 

Charlie Kirk has written a book calling people back to the Sabbath — not as a cultural accessory, not as nostalgia, but as a response to the spiritual exhaustion of our time.

And I don’t think this is small.

I think this is one of the most important religious developments happening in the West right now.

Because Shabbat is not just a “Jewish day off.”

Shabbat begins at the very beginning of the Hebrew Bible.

Before Sinai.

Before the Exodus.

Before the Jewish people are even formed as a nation.

At the end of creation itself, the Torah tells us:

God created the heavens and the earth — and then He rested.

That means Shabbat is built into the architecture of the universe.

It is the weekly testimony that the world has a Creator.

That man is not God.

That productivity is not the purpose of life.

That technology must have limits.

That family is sacred.

That time can be holy.

That the universe is not an accident.

That history is moving somewhere.

For thousands of years, the Jewish people carried Shabbat through exile, persecution, wandering, and darkness.

Every Friday night, in every land, Jews lit candles and declared quietly — sometimes against the entire world — that Hashem is the Creator, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the God of Israel, Jerusalem, and Zion, the King of the universe.

And now something remarkable is happening.

The nations are beginning to hear the music of Shabbat.

Not perfectly.

Not fully.

Not always with the same language or the same obligations.

But they are hearing it.

They are beginning to understand that a world without Sabbath becomes a world without soul.

A world without Sabbath becomes a world of noise, screens, markets, anxiety, loneliness, and endless motion.

A world without Sabbath forgets its Creator.

And this is exactly what the prophet Isaiah saw.

Isaiah spoke of a future in which the “foreigners who join themselves to Hashem” would honor His covenant and keep Shabbat.

He saw a time when the House of God would be called:

“My house shall be called a house of prayer for all nations.”

This is not the erasure of Israel’s unique covenant.

It is the opposite.

It is the light of Israel beginning to shine outward.

It is the nations recognizing that the God of Israel is not a tribal deity, not a private inheritance, not a symbol of the past — but the Creator of heaven and earth, the King of the universe.

That is why this moment matters.

When political leaders speak about Shabbat, when Christian voices call people back to Sabbath, when non-Jews begin to recognize the holiness of sacred time — I see more than a cultural trend.

I see an echo of redemption.

I see the world, tired and broken, slowly remembering the first truth:

“In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.”

And if the world can remember the Creator, perhaps it can also remember the purpose of creation.

Shabbat is not an escape from the world.

Shabbat is the world as it was meant to be.

Peace.

Faith.

Family.

Holiness.

Creation returning to its Source.

May this awakening grow.

May the nations come closer to Hashem.

May Israel embrace its calling with courage and love.

May Jerusalem and Zion become a light to all peoples.

And may the whole world come to know the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob — the Creator of the world, the God of Israel, the King of the universe.

This is huge.

And I believe we are only seeing the beginning."

 

And I pray it is so, Gail-Friends.  My prayer is for all in Israel, America, and the world to return to Adonai's Word, His Will, and His Ways - and to accept Yeshua as the Messiah and Savior.  

A Mothers Day Letter to America

 

I say "Amen" to this letter.   God bless all mothers.  And God bless General Flynn, a good American who's suffered so much for our country.

A Mother's Day Letter to America

By General Mike Flynn

There are some things a man does not write about until he is old enough to understand what he was given. I decided since it is Mother’s Day, I am setting the news cycle aside for a moment, because some truths are bigger than the daily fight.

I grew up as one of nine children in a small house in Middletown, Rhode Island. My father was a hard man with a soft heart, and he never asked the country for anything he had not first given it. My mother, Helen, held the center of our home together through every season of our lives. She raised nine of us, fed us, clothed us, prayed over us, taught us right from wrong, and somehow still found the energy to fight for her community. She ran for office at the local level at a time when most women her age were told to stay quiet, and she refused to. She taught us to kneel before God and to stand before no man. She taught us that we serve the country that gave us life. She taught us that strength is measured by what we carry, not by what we complain about.

When I look back at every hard day I have ever had, and there have been more than a few, I hear her voice before I hear my own. That is what a mother does. She becomes the first sound in your conscience and the last voice in your prayers.

The Founders understood something that this culture has allowed itself to mock. They understood that the Republic does not begin in the Capitol. It begins at the kitchen table. It begins with the mother who teaches her child to read the Bible before he learns to read a screen. It begins with the woman who tells her son that lying is beneath him and that running from his duty is worse than failing at it.

John Adams said the Constitution was made for a moral and religious people and would be wholly inadequate for any other. The men who built that moral and religious people were trained at home, by their mothers, long before they ever sat in a classroom or stood in a regiment.

We have spent generations laughing at that woman. 

Hollywood mocked her. The universities re-educated her daughters against her. The federal bureaucracy taxed her family until she had to leave the home she wanted to stay in. The technology companies took her children's attention and sold it to the highest bidder. Then the same culture that broke her down turned around and asked why our young people are anxious, fatherless, faithless, and unwilling to defend the country that raised them.

You cannot remove the mother from the Republic and expect the Republic to survive. It is that simple. It has always been that simple.

Fifth-generation warfare, the kind I have written about and warned about for years, is fought for the human mind. The terrain is the heart, the imagination, and the soul of a child. The first defender of that terrain is not a soldier. It is a mother. Every American mother who turns off the poison and reads to her child instead is defending the country. Every mother who walks her family into a church on Sunday is defending the country. Every mother who shows up at a school board meeting and refuses to sit down is defending the country. She is protecting the next generation of free citizens, and she is doing it with greater consequence than most of the officials elected to do the same job.

That is not sentimental language. It is an operational reality. The enemies of this country know it. They have studied it. They target the family because they understand that if the American family falls, the Nation falls behind it. Mothers are the front line. They have always been the front line.

I cannot write this without saying what needs to be said.

For ten years, my family carried a weight no family should ever have to carry. Ten years of investigation, of slander, of legal warfare waged by the most powerful institutions in this country against one American and the people who loved him. My wife, Lori, never broke. My sisters never broke. My daughters-in-law never broke. My mother, watching from heaven, never let me break either. If you have ever wondered what holds a man together when the full weight of a corrupt federal system is trying to crush him, I will tell you. It is not bravado. It is not press releases. It is a wife who looks you in the eye at the end of the worst day and tells you to keep going. It is the women in your life who refuse to let evil have the last word.

Everyone reading this knows a woman like that. Honor her today and every day after.

The Almighty did not make you for comfort. He made you for purpose. There is no purpose more sacred than the one He placed in your hands when He gave you a child.

Almighty God, on this Mother's Day, we thank You for the mothers of this Republic. Bless the mothers raising children in fatherless homes. Bless the mothers who buried a son or daughter in uniform. Bless the mothers who pray through the night for a child who has lost his way. Bless the mothers who walk into school board meetings shaking and walk out unbroken. Bless the mothers in heaven who still watch over us, including my own. Strengthen them, protect them, and use them, Lord, to raise up the next generation of patriots this Nation will need. In Your Holy Name we pray, Amen.

To every mother reading this, thank you. You are the reason this Republic still has a fighting chance.

Happy Mother's Day.

National Day of Prayer 2026

 

 Today, May 7 is the National Day of Prayer, which was declared in 1952.  Let us all praise and thank Almighty God for the blessing of being born and raised in this wonderful country.  The prayer event is being held in Washington D.C. and televised on Fox and other national outlets.  If you cannot see it live, you can see it later on YouTube.

My prayer today is for Americans to return to His Word, His Will, and His Ways. I am 75 years old and went to public schools during the 1950s and 1960s.    How blessed we were to have public schools that had the Ten Commandments on the walls of our classrooms.  How blessed we were to have Bible reading and prayer during our home room sessions.  How blessed we were to have teachers who were not afraid to speak of their faith during their teachings.  How blessed we were to live in an era that respected and honored and obeyed God's Word.

I pray that the future years will be a Golden Era of blessings.  He has blessed me and I pray He will bless us all with health, strength, vision, and purpose in our remaining years on this earth.

I pray and believe in the Name of Yeshua, the Messiah.  Amen

I recommend the International Intercessors of America website for many prayer resources you can use:

https://ifapray.org/blog/national-day-of-prayer-today