This week is Christmas, and Hanukkah began yesterday, and so, the call to action for this week is to rest, enjoy time with your family, and pray. Pray for our country, pray for our President, and pray for the people on the other side of these political battles.

Remember the words of Benjamin Franklin from the Constitutional Convention. At a time when the debates were at an impasse, in his elderly wisdom, Franklin addressed the convention by saying:

“I have lived, Sir, a long time and the longer I live, the more convincing proofs I see of this truth – that God governs in the affairs of men. And if a sparrow cannot fall to the ground without his notice, is it probable that an empire can rise without his aid? We have been assured, Sir, in the sacred writings that ‘except the Lord build they labor in vain that build it.’ I firmly believe this; and I also believe that without his concurring aid we shall succeed in this political building no better than the Builders of Babel: We shall be divided by our little partial local interests; our projects will be confounded, and we ourselves shall be become a reproach and a bye word down to future age. And what is worse, mankind may hereafter from this unfortunate instance, despair of establishing Governments by Human Wisdom, and leave it to chance, war, and conquest.

“I therefore beg leave to move – that henceforth prayers imploring the assistance of Heaven, and its blessings on our deliberations, be held in this Assembly every morning before we proceed to business, and that one or more of the Clergy of this City be requested to officiate in that service.”

Franklin believed that God had a hand in the nation they were building and that in order to receive the blessings from God, the delegates had to seek His wisdom.

Our nation is so utterly divided right now, and at times it is overwhelming. What we need right now is prayer. We are not asking for any other action but joy, peace, and prayer.

If you have a couple of extra minutes, please also enjoy this original poem from one of our support team members, because sometimes we need a bit of a break from the serious work that we do. I have included the poem below my signature, and you can download the pdf as well.

In liberty,

Jenny Beth Martin

'Twas the night before Christmas, when across the House Floor
Not a congressman was present, not even Gwen Moore;
The articles of impeachment still hung, without much care,
In hopes that the Senate’s trial, to Trump, would not be fair.

The Democrats waited, all smug with their allegations,
While visions of conviction danced in their heads.
And Pelosi with her gavel, and Schiff and the press,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter's recess.

The Democrats objected to two presidents’ chatter,
Though the telephone transcript revealed not much was the matter.
The Democrats’ impeachment hopes pinned on Ukraine,
The pointless Mueller Report’s more pointless refrain.

At the heart of their claims is just one phone call,
And a weak claim aid, to Ukraine, Trump did stall.
False claims, hearsay, and closed-door testimony they did chase,
A futile effort to ensure Trump would not be in 2020’s race.

The founders reserved this course for high crimes and treason,
But Schiff? He had a different, altogether made-up reason.
Short on actual evidence, and their efforts laid bare,
It was, Schiff told us with a menacing glare,
None other than a presidential tit-for-tat, a quid pro quo,
Even by their standards, this was a new low.

Adam Schiff with the nation’s Constitution previously never a friend,
Had discovered a new purpose for the parchment – a means to his end.
And he drew upon and included each founder by name,
All in an effort to put our president to shame:


“Now, Mason! now, Adams! now Washington and Hamilton!
On, Jefferson! on Franklin! on, Jay and James Madison!”
But the House Democrats’ plan was set to spoil,
When the Republicans called as a witness the Dems’ foil.

Brilliant in the Constitution was Jonathan Turley,
His testimony made Schiff and Nadler even more surly.
Turley said: The whole charade was a flimsy claim,
A way to do nothing more than shift the blame.

As I drew my eye to the TV, and was turning around,
On the stage, Donald Trump came with a bound.
He was dressed all in MAGA, from his hat to his shirt,
The economy is glowing, he was able to assert!

A bundle of positive statistics he flung out to joyous cheer.
The economy, from Obama’s stagnation, Trump was able to steer.
The Dow is up, black unemployment is down, and America is great.
Hadn’t Ronald Reagan promised this was our fate?

I sighed in relief when I saw him, in spite of his ordeal;
It was clear the Democrats the election wanted to steal.
A quick reminder of the polls to show he was ahead,
Soon gave me to know the GOP had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word of Adam Schiff, that jerk,
But went on and on about the economy and all those with work.
It’s hard to demean last month’s stellar jobs report,
The Democrats are speechless and haven’t a retort.

Trump was able to sidestep the efforts to impeach,
After all, it was transparent gross overreach.
But as I pondered Pelosi’s missteps, I heard him say,
“Happy Christmas to all, and see you on Election Day!”