God’s Vote for President

You hear the question asked over and over: “Is God a Democrat or Republican?” And then you’ll hear the reply, “God isn’t political.”

I beg to differ.

As Christians, you have more responsibility to vote than anyone else. Why? Because YOU are God’s voice on earth. And if as a Christian you believe God doesn’t want to be involved in politics, you are seriously misguided and uneducated in scriptures.

Let’s start at the beginning…

The ultimate politician before earthly politicians was God Himself. He ruled over the land. He made the rules. He upheld the rules. And He appointed people on earth to maintain them.

And then when Israel demanded a king, God hand picked Saul and then David and then Solomon.
Again, if you are schooled in scriptures, you know of the Judges and the Kings. And then you can see once God was taken out of the picture, starting at the end of Solomon’s reign, everything begins to fall apart and society became an “anything goes” culture.

We Are for the Poor!

I’m often baffled to see “liberal” Christians, because I don’t understand their mindset or reasoning. I often think they believe that Democrats have the backs of the working man and the poor. However, they are sadly mistaken in that logic, because Democrats haven’t done anything to move poor people out of poverty, but instead have kept them oppressed and dependent on government programs. They promise goods that never arrive, much like Obama’s distribution of wealth, and yet they never seem to rise above their circumstances. Instead they are offered free goods so they will be liked and seen as “caring.”

“A man void of good sense gives a pledge and becomes security for another in the presence of his neighbor.” (Proverbs 17:18)

Now don’t get me wrong, because God commands us to take care of the poor, but he expected you and I to do that! The church. The community. And for a very long time we did…until the government got involved during The Great Depression. Churches were pushed to the side and soon people were starving and standing in bread lines. The picture is disturbing.



So if you are a Christian and you’re a liberal because you believe we should be taking care of the poor, you’re 100% correct, but government should play a very small role and the church the bigger role. Once the government got involved, the churches began to fall to the wayside, and no one seemed to “need” the church anymore. And the church seemingly let it all happen.

I’ll tell you from my own experience when my family was in financial trouble, the church would only “allow” so much to be given to us within a year’s time. However, we paid 10% tithing each pay period only to find that when we needed some of that money back, we were refused. We couldn’t get help for all of our needs, just the ones they chose. And while we were able to get food from the food bank at church, we were only allowed four grocery bags a month. As anyone knows, four bags of groceries doesn’t go far, especially when one bag is solely for your household goods, like toilet paper, cleaning supplies, etc.

So again, if you are a liberal Christian what role are YOU playing in supporting the poor and helping them get OUT of poverty? Are you offering them jobs? Are you paying their rent and utilities? Are you providing more than 4 bags of food for a family of four? Or are you relying on the government to do that? The Mormon church got this right with their own welfare program! THIS is what the church should look like.



The above photo is of the Mormon welfare warehouse, called The Bishop’s Central Storehouse. This is how the church should be taking care of the poor. However, it’s not just a “give away” program. They also offer job training, and members who own businesses offer those in need, JOBS!

We Are Humanitarians!

Some other liberal Christians claim they are Democrats because of the “humanitarian” aspect of the political spectrum. Again, I’m not sure where they see this since liberals are 100% pro-abortion. Our current President isn’t merely for abortion, but for partial birth abortion.

Let me ask you how God would view this scene… an innocent baby, helplessly in the womb being delivered up to the point of the neck and then the doctor sticks a knife in the child’s head and sucks out his/her brains. BRAINS! The child had a thinking, active brain that is SUCKED out of them. How humanitarian is that? Is God cheering that on? Is God happy with that “choice”? And if you can’t even VIEW the picture below, then I HIGHLY suggest you reconsider your vote for this President, because he believes this is perfectly fine. And if we think this is okay, let’s also consider how in Canada, they are now allowing AFTER-birth abortions. Meaning, once the child is born full term, if the mother decides she doesn’t want it, she can kill it. No. I’m not making this up.

BEWARE: HIGHLY GRAPHIC PHOTO BELOW!!



This is a drawing of the procedure, but below is REALITY of the procedure.



Was this God’s idea of life and choice? I doubt it.

We Don’t Want to be Seen as Homophobic Anymore!

I’ve said this time and time again, that if it were up to me gays can get married. I see love…as love. But it’s not up to me! However, I know what God says about marriage and how it belongs solely to a “man and woman.” If someone can show me in the Bible where God CLEARLY said a man and a man, or a woman and woman should and could have sex together and “join” as one and reproduce, then SHOW IT TO ME and I’ll be the spokesperson for gay marriage. I will! I have friends who are gay and I’d like nothing more to show my support for them in every way. But first and foremost, I’m a Christian who believes the Bible to be true. My loyalty lies with Christ if push comes to shove.

Not one pastor of any church can scripturally show or verify that abortion is acceptable and not a sin, that homosexuality is right and pleasing in the eyes of God. These may be social issues, and many of us believe politics shouldn’t have any place in these topics, but they are MORAL issues. Right and wrong issues. Value issues. We can see what has happened over the course of time when we’ve allowed sin to become lawful. We open the door…

What the Bible Says

What does scripture say about all of these issues? What does the Bible say about life, babies, and children? What does God say about gay marriage and homosexuality? What did God say about Christians taking care of the poor?

Look, I’m not saying God’s a Republican. However, I do believe God is the Ultimate Politician. The REAL DEAL politician. He gave us direct ideas about how a politician should behave and govern:

“Strong leadership has a moral foundation.” (Proverbs 16:12)

The Foundation and Moral Fiber of America

Moral foundation. Godly foundation. What role does the Bible play in our nation’s foundation, success and laws?

“The fundamental basis of this nation’s laws was given to Moses on the Mount. The fundamental basis of our Bill of Rights comes from the teachings we get from Exodus and Saint Matthew, from Isaiah and Saint Paul…If we don’t have a proper fundamental moral background, we will finally end up with a totalitarian government which does not believe in rights for anybody except the State!” (Harry Truman, 33rd President)

“It is impossible to rightly govern the world without God and the Bible.” (George Washington, 1st President)

“If you take out of your statutes, your constitution, your family life all that is taken from the Sacred Book, what would there be left to bind society together?” (Benjamin Harrison, 23rd President)

The Answer for Your Presidential Vote is Clearly Stated

But again, I ask you, if you are voting, what are you voting for? Where can you find the answers on who to vote for? Well, our 40th President, Ronald Reagan said it best:

“Inside the Bible’s pages lie all the answers to all of the problems man has ever known…It is my firm belief that the enduring values presented in its pages have a great meaning for each of us and for our nation. The Bible can touch our hearts, order our minds, and refresh our souls.”

You Are Offensive to Society

Lastly, I think as Christians we truly need to consider our religious rights and freedoms that are now being taken away. In-home bible studies are being shut down by police, we can no longer offend people by saying, “Merry Christmas,” and students praying at school can and will be suspended. We did this to accommodate another religious group who found Christ to be offensive. And it was done through a liberal, political correct mindset: Christians are offensive. YOU, as a Christian, should be offended by that. But you’re not. You’ve become complacent. You’ve justified sin. You’ve made excuses. You’ve created your own god.

And then on the other hand we have people who hide behind religion because they are so misinformed and uneducated. They don’t KNOW the Word so they follow the crowd of hate mongers. Do not HIDE behind God, instead reside in God and “the truth will set you free.”

You Recognize Him by His Fruit

I think in this election we as Christians have a very clear choice. We do have a man of God running for President. You will recognize him by his fruits.

The God Hater Within

This is the crisis we’re in: God-light streamed into the world, but men and women everywhere ran for the darkness. They went for the darkness because they were not really interested in pleasing God. Everyone who makes a practice of doing evil, addicted to denial and illusions, hates God-light and won’t come near it, fearing a painful exposure.

I’d love to claim those words, but they are not my own. These were the words of Jesus in John 3:19-20 (The Message). The reason I wrote this scripture is because at one point in my life, I was that person…a hater of God-light. Basically, though, I was just a God hater, period!

What makes a person hate God the way so many do today? For one thing, it is an absolute lack of knowledge combined with the denial of a loving God filled with illusions of the worldly ways. I’m telling you straight-up, this scripture, translated in The Message bible, speaks reality like nobody’s business!

I feared for quite some time to tell my story publically. I don’t exactly know why, because years ago I spoke about in public schools. It was a part of who I had become because of the amazing things God did to change my mind about who He is.

Let me start at the beginning. I’ll take you back to an innocent little girl thrown into a world of religion but with a piercing desire to know Jesus. Being raised Catholic can nearly drown any hope of that ever happening. With nuns busting my butt constantly telling me how “evil” I was, I can’t tell you the number of times I was pushed aside in an empty hallway and told I was going to hell. As a seemingly ageless child, how could I know what I’d done so terribly wrong that I would already go to hell!?

You begin to ask yourself, “What’s the point then if I’m just going to hell anyway?” And so the destruction begins. The classic phrase fits like a glove: sex, drugs and rock n roll. Sure, on the outside it looks like so much fun, and no one can deny I had good times, but quite honestly, I knew for so long that something was missing and the emptiness always punched me in the face. But you want to believe another classic phrase, “I’m a good person, surely God will take that into account.” I mean, really, I wasn’t hurting anyone…until I was.

My past defines me. That doesn’t mean it’s who I am today, it just means it has molded my beliefs into a nicely wrapped package with meaning and motivation. What does that mean? Follow along…it’s going to get bad.

In 1987, when my first son, Josh, was only three years old I tried to commit suicide. The guy I was madly in love with dumped me for another woman. He was my first love, or so I thought. I was devastated and ached for him. My life seemed useless without him—or any other man for that matter. So I was tired of chasing a dream that seemed so surreal to me. I believed that love would never find me, because I wasn’t worthy of love. Oh, did I mention I was sexually molested when I was eleven? Yeah, that explains a lot.

So I downed a bottle of pills and as the world began to faze in and out, I called my ex-boyfriend and told him what I’d done hoping he’d care. He cared enough to come get me and take me to the ER. It was there that I discovered I was pregnant again. I felt my heart sink as I knew full well that the man standing next to me not only didn’t want me, but he surely didn’t want a baby with me. But he put on a brave face and said we’d “discuss” it.

After three days in a psych ward, my ex-boyfriend picked me up and we began a new life together. Only our new life wouldn’t include a baby, he made that perfectly clear. If I wanted him, I had to terminate the pregnancy.

We drove up to the abortion clinic early one rainy morning and he reluctantly walked me in. He dumped me off and told me he’d come back to get me when the procedure was over. We asked the nurse how long it would take, and he determined he’d be back by 11 AM.

While my baby was being sucked out of me and chopped to pieces—sorry, but that’s reality, like it or not!—my boyfriend was out partying and having a good time. While I laid all alone in a huge hall-like room filled with empty cots, crying and aching, and more than ever, feeling entirely empty, he was laughing and hooting and hollering.

When the time came for my release, I was brought out into the empty waiting room. No one was there waiting for me. So I sat in one of the sterile chairs, wishing I could be anywhere else, and waited. And waited. I watched the clock go from 11:00 to 12:00 to 1:00 to 2:00, until 2:15 he finally pounced in the door like Tigger from Winnie the Pooh, so happy and bouncy, bouncy, bouncy. The embarrassment and shame I felt was overwhelming, and when I asked where he was, I was yelled and screamed at and told not to badger him because he was going through a rough time with this. I could tell…

If ever I believed I was going to hell, I have to tell you, those hallway incidents with the nuns never convinced me; but this…well, this was different. I knew how God felt about abortion. That was not a secret; my fate was sealed. And my life spiraled out of control.

Within weeks from that experience, I was snorting as much cocaine as feasibly possible. I even had a moment when I felt I was overdosing. I didn’t care. I took the line in stride and tempted the devil to just take me and get it over with. But something supernatural took place that night. As I sat utterly paralyzed and stoned, unable to move but hating the place I was in—a drug house, mind you, I mean a real, nutty, drug dealer’s house—I felt lifeless and hopeless, when suddenly something pulled me up off that dingy brown sofa and took me home. I didn’t say goodbye, I didn’t even move my feet. I was just home.

You would think that experience would have had me on my knees, but it didn’t. It was, though, the beginning of God’s nudging, trying to tell me I was alright with Him. But I didn’t listen. I feared a “painful exposure.” The God I knew was angry and vengeful, and I knew if I went to Him I’d be doomed, so my best bet was to keep practicing evil.

The second abortion was the worse.

This was a man I believed I’d spend the rest of my life with. He was a good, decent guy who adored me and never mistreated me. I, on the other hand, treated him like dirt because I didn’t feel I deserved that kind of love.

It was a snowy morning, a blizzard to be exact. But we weren’t going to miss that appointment. The memories of the first abortion just numbed me, and after they called me back and had me wait in this beautiful old renovated warehouse loft, I found myself gazing out the window overlooking the Milwaukee River. Again, I was alone. This big room swallowed me whole, and I liked it.

I wish I hadn’t heard the suction sound of the machine ripping my baby out of me, but I did. And that’s a sound I’ll never forget, and the blankness in the eyes of the doctor and nurses. This time, I was welcomed out of my haze with a room full of crying women. Seven of them to be exact. The crying, moaning and groaning—the sounds of broken hearts!—sent me into a deep hole I knew I’d never be able to climb out of. But something happened in that moment of time. Every single one of us—all those sorry, remorseful women—grabbed our neighbor’s hand and cried together. Never in my life will I forget that moment. Never… I couldn’t tell you what was said, because the weeping and aching groans were too loud. We just…mourned the murder of our children together.

The world thinks a pregnancy is a choice—one that can be chose to keep or not. Yes, pregnancy is a choice. You choose to have sex or you choose not to. If you choose to have sex, you choose to get pregnant whether you like it or not. That’s the reality of sex, and that’s your only reality of it being a “choice.”

You can take all the precautions you want, but nothing—NOTHING—is 100% guaranteed. So by choosing sex, you choose to get pregnant. By choosing to get pregnant I believe you NO LONGER have a choice after that. You. Are. Pregnant. You are carrying a child. From the second of conception, that baby, that life, begins to form inside of you. It is a life, not a tissue—stop being addicted to denial and illusions—but a life.

When did murdering an innocent child ever become normal and considered a choice? I’d like to know how this epidemic of lies has been able to manipulate so many women to kill innocent children, like I had. Abortion is a lie. And if you believe it’s just a choice and just a tissue to get rid of like the flu, you are so incredibly delusional and insanely brainwashed. I bet if you have gone through it, the truth has smacked you around day and night and never lets you go. Some choice, right?

I began to hate God. I mean, full out HATE God. I considered myself an atheist—which is why I can relate to most atheists today. I’ve said it a million times: they believe in God, they just hate Him. Most atheists have a story to tell you. If you listen closely they will tell you about a hateful, vengeful, terrifying God. Well, that was the God I knew and hated, too.

Want to know something funny? While I was hating God with every fiber in my being…He was working in my life and loving me. He was carrying me through one destructive relationship after another. Sexual abuse. Mental abuse. Physical abuse. Promiscuity. Drugs. Alcohol. Self-inflicting hate! When you hate God, you almost always hate you, because YOU have a story to tell, don’t you?

My story is the story of two innocent lives I took as part of my womanly “right” to choice. They would haunt me forever and a day. I saw their face. I even had a dream once where the first one was a little girl in a pink dress with black curls, asking me quite matter of factly, “Why didn’t you want me, mommy?”

I slept with so many men it made my head spin. I was searching and aching. The other funny part of this story: I HATED SEX! I hated every single part of it. Why wouldn’t I? My first step-dad molested me, I had countless men use me for it, and three times I got pregnant, two of which I had to abort!

I hated intimacy. I hated being touched. I hated being treated kindly. I hated…God. I hated everything and everyone. My love for others was fake and superficial. I had no love in me to give! All I had was a body full of regrets, a memory full of murder, an earful of women crying, a nightmare of children badgering me, and a handful of nothingness.

An abortion is like ripping your mind out. You might as well while you’re at it, because you’ll never in your life get over it. Never. Unless, of course, you’re heartless. Because even the most hateful of us still had a heart. Barely beating, mind you, but nonetheless, it was there, and I hated that too!

I hated God because I felt He was to blame for everything. The choices my mother made, the choices I made, the abortions, the revolving door of sex mates, and the lack of love in my life. Through it all, every night when I closed my eyes I heard a still small voice say, “I love you, Tristine.” I would always say, “I love you, too,” never knowing who I was telling it to. I just assumed it was my hopeful desires of the man of my dreams rescuing me. Little did I know…it was.

It was the abortions that kept me from wanting anything to do with God. I was ashamed. I was terrified of hell, but knew I would end up there. According to the Catholic religion, my fate was sealed by the first one, the second one merely provided me a special place in hell.

Let me tell you something: God is good. So good. So incredibly…good.

When I had people witness to me, I never confessed my sins of the abortions. I just resisted believing there was a place in heaven for a murderer like me. I was doomed for eternity, so the God-talk was useless on me.

And then one day, this amazing young woman came into work and told me about her mother who was a $100 day junky and cohort with Jimi Hendrix. She then proceeded to tell me what Jesus did to save her from that life. Well, I’m not going to lie…it was the Jimi Hendrix story that lured me in.

I didn’t tell her about my abortions. I was too ashamed. One night she invited me to her house to meet her family and I was overwhelmed with a sense of love—something I had never felt in my entire life. After dinner we went for a drive and when we pulled back into the driveway she asked me what was holding me back from asking Jesus into my life.

The night was so beautiful, with a clear dark sky, full of countless stars twinkling over us. I remember thinking it was a gorgeous night and I was going to ruin it with my guilt and shame. I just stared out the passenger window and let out a small moan. “God will never forgive me because I did the unthinkable. Something that can’t be forgiven.” She was intrigued, and rightfully so, considering there’s NOTHING too big for Jesus, but I didn’t know that then. I had no clue!

I felt my heart racing as the words fell out of my mouth as if someone had bust my lip. It was oozing with pain and blood. And the reaction I got was surprising. She laughed at me. Not in a mocking way, but in a pure, innocence, acknowledging way. “Is that it?” she asked. “What do you mean, ‘Is that it!?’” She then told me her mother had an abortion, two to be exact, and if God healed her mother, He would surely heal me, too.

Anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending His Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again.

Again, I’d love to claim those words, but they are once again the words of Jesus. John 3:17. The verse before that is one you’re probably familiar with: For God so loved the world that He gave his only Son. So no one need be destroyed.

No one. Not even the God haters. Especially the God haters. Because we are the ones who know a version of Him, a version that condemns us constantly. It is a lie that the world is telling them. A lie that is easy to grab onto. A lie that is far too easy to believe.

The God haters need Jesus the most. Not because they are so far gone, but because they desperately desire to know the Real Deal. You know why I know that? Because as a previous God hater, I screamed at God constantly and asked the same questions atheists ask day after day. Why, God, why…

The answer to that question is simple. Go back to the top and reread that scripture.