Carol Saunders

King’s Kid, constitutional conservative, sci-fi and fantasy fiction fan, classic movie (and book) lover, Baby Boomer, Yankee by birth (Texan by choice).

[Carol Saunders @SpaceCoastCarol]

@ScottRoberts Birthday Blessings, my brother 🙏🏼

[Catherine Herridge @C__Herridge]

BURN BAGS: According to President Trump, the burn bags were supposed to be destroyed.

Burns bags discovered at FBI HQ contained sensitive and, in some cases, never before records: Russia Collusion probes, Mar-a-Lago, CIA referral to FBI on 2016 Hillary Clinton election activities (previously thought to be missing.)

RETALIATION: AGAINST the whistleblower who exposed the suppression of the 2020 China intelligence was severe and pervasive.

Time to make things right for the whistleblower.

[Joel Berry @JoelWBerry]

I still can't get over how good this is. Conservatives have always stuck with the "It doesn't work" argument against Leftism while pointing to their charts and graphs, hoping people will follow along.

But THIS is the argument to make. 👇Leftism is ugly. It's repulsive. It's disgusting. It's lame. It's immoral. It's boring. It's depressing.

This isn't a fight between two competing economic models, one of which happens to work better. This is a fight between beauty and ugliness. Building and destruction. Thankfulness and resentment. Love and hate. Greatness and cowardice. Good and evil.

[Eric Henson @echo16photo]

Took the grandkids to our pool yesterday. They wanted to play Marco Polo, but since our deranged liberal neighbors were there, I had them play Marco Rubio. The neighbors left. True story.🤣

[Carol Saunders @SpaceCoastCarol]

@TaraBull Sad/delusional 👵🏻

[Carol Saunders @SpaceCoastCarol]

@KeithMalinak ‘I’m not crying….you’re crying 😭’

[Carol Saunders @SpaceCoastCarol]

@cattleguy92 Thanks for the heads-up @cattleguy92 … and the new puppy is too cute (and loves Red obviously). What kind is he/she?

[Carol Saunders @SpaceCoastCarol]

@cattleguy92 That’s a nice lookin’ coupe right there! God bless & keep you both - 🙏🏼❤️❤️🙏🏼

[Carol Saunders @SpaceCoastCarol]

@ScottRoberts CS Lewis

[Rand Paul @RandPaul]

Joe Biden's pardon of Anthony Fauci covers a 10-year window in the past. It does not cover what happens when Fauci raises his right hand and testifies under oath before the HSGAC. If he lies to Congress, that's a new felony, committed in real time, with no pardon waiting to cover it. @MariaBartiromo

[Carol Saunders @SpaceCoastCarol]

@JoshuaBarzon @LeeStrobel Evidence That Demands a Verdict

[Chloe Cole ⭐️ @ChloeCole]

The Chloe Cole Act has PASSED COMMITTEE! We are one step closer ensuring children in ALL of the United States are protected from transgender medical experimentation!

Thank you @JudiciaryGOP for standing up for future generations!

[Nick shirley @nickshirleyy]

I testified in front of the Senate today on the widespread fraud crisis in America. Since I exposed the fraud in Minnesota, it unleashed a war on fraud across the country. The fraudsters got away with it for so long they had literal “Learing Centers” that received millions of dollars from your taxes.

When I first started making journalistic-style videos, I made it my mission to “show the world the reality of things as they really are.” Nothing was ever meant to be right or left, it was simply to show people what was happening from the source.

Fraud affects every American because we all pay taxes, and the money being stolen comes from ALL of us, not a Republican or a Democrat. Hopefully people and politicians can realize that.

[Carol Saunders @SpaceCoastCarol]

@WatchChad Arkansas is a definite red flag 🚩 !

[Carol Saunders @SpaceCoastCarol]

@KeithMalinak Apparently living under a rock has its advantages (from one under rock resident to another).

[Josh Barzon @JoshuaBarzon]

In a mother’s womb were two babies.

One asked the other, “Do you believe in life after delivery?”

The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we’re here to prepare ourselves for what comes next.”

“Nonsense,” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What would a life like that even be?”

The second said, “I don’t know exactly, but there will be more light than there is here. Maybe we’ll walk with our legs and eat with our mouths.”

The first laughed. “That’s absurd! Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous. The umbilical cord supplies everything we need. Life after delivery is impossible because the cord is too short.”

The second replied, “Maybe it’s simply different than what we know.”

The first answered, “No one has ever come back from there. Delivery is the end. Life is only this dark, cramped place.”

The second said quietly, “Well, I think we’ll meet our Mother. And she will take care of us.”

The first scoffed, “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? If she exists, where is she now?”

The second smiled. “She’s all around us. We live in her. We move because of her. Without her, we wouldn’t exist.”

The first replied, “I’ve never seen her, so she can’t be real.”

The second answered, “Sometimes, when everything is quiet, if you listen carefully, you can hear her voice, and you can feel her love.”

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This illustration reminds us that our inability to fully perceive something does not determine whether it is real. In fact, Scripture teaches that God has not left Himself hidden. Romans 1 says His eternal power and divine nature are clearly seen in creation, so that no one is without excuse. Like the child who denies the existence of his own mother while surrounded by constant evidence of her care, people often suppress what God has made plain. Yet the same God who reveals Himself through creation has revealed Himself most fully in Jesus Christ, who lived, died, and rose again so that all who trust in Him may have not only life after death, but life before death through forgiveness, reconciliation, and a restored relationship with their Creator.

“2 Twins in the Womb” is written by Henri J. M. Nouwen

[Liz Wheeler @Liz_Wheeler]

Ohhh my word. Instant tears. This is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard someone say.

[Pastor Rich Bitterman @w_bitterman]

One day, a man discusses the future of countries. The next, the country discusses him in the past tense. He was gone between two sunsets.

A dead man’s calendar can still look busy. Meetings remain written in their squares. Unanswered messages wait inside a glowing screen, each one addressed to someone who can no longer reply. Death does not clear the desk before it enters the room. It simply comes.

Lindsey Graham’s sudden death still places a cold hand upon every living shoulder. It reminds us that tomorrow has never signed a promise to return. We build our lives upon the quiet assumption that another day waits nearby. Forgiveness is saved for later and hard conversations remain buried beneath the hope of a better hour. Christians sit across from people they love, talk about weather, politics, ball games, grandchildren, and supper, then swallow the name of Jesus because the moment feels uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, the clock keeps moving toward an appointment written on a calendar we cannot see, “It is appointed for men to die once and after this comes judgment” (Hebrews 9:27).

That word, appointed, removes death from the realm of chance. God knows the hour when each heart will beat for the last time. We often reschedule dentists, cancel lunches and move meetings into next week. This appointment remains fixed. Our ignorance of the date never changes its certainty and scripture refuses to paint death with soft colors. Death entered the world through sin. God formed Adam from the dust, breathed life into him and placed him beneath the goodness of His rule. Adam rebelled, and then humanity followed. Every grave now carries us back to Eden, where the creature reached for God’s throne and found dust waiting beneath his feet.

Death feels unnatural because it is an intruder. It tears souls from bodies, husbands from wives, parents from children and voices from rooms that still remember their sound. Beneath every funeral lies a greater terror. After death comes judgment.

Power cannot bribe that court. Reputation cannot sway its verdict. Religion cannot hide the stains we carried beneath our Sunday clothes. Every secret enters the light, where excuses fall silent. The holy God before whom angels cover their faces will judge us with perfect righteousness.

Our need reaches far deeper than a longer life. We need a Savior. Jesus entered our world of hospital rooms, funeral clothes and sealed tombs. Outside the grave of Lazarus, He heard the broken voices of two grieving sisters. He saw tears running down familiar faces. Then the One who knew He would soon raise the dead stood beside them and wept. Those tears reveal the heart of Christ. He never treats human sorrow as a lesson to be delivered from a safe distance. Christ steps close enough to feel the ache. Yet compassion alone could not rescue us. Guilt required payment. Death required a conqueror.

So Jesus turned His face toward Jerusalem. Soldiers drove iron through the hands that had touched lepers and lifted children. The mouth that spoke peace to storms tasted sour wine. Darkness covered the land while the sinless Son of God stood in the place of sinners. The lies we defended, the pride we fed, the lust we concealed and the worship we withheld were laid upon Him. All of it was ours. The sentence fell upon Christ.

At Calvary, God did more than show us love. He satisfied His justice. Jesus bore the wrath our rebellion deserved and offered His righteous life for guilty people who possessed none of their own. His blood purchased forgiveness. Through His death, the way home opened.

A criminal hung beside Him with minutes left to live. The thief could repair nothing. His hands were fastened open. That stained record could never be rewritten. He could climb down from the cross neither to repay his victims nor to prove that his repentance was sincere. All he carried into those final breaths was guilt.

He turned his dying face toward Jesus and asked to be remembered. Christ gave him far more, “Today you shall be with Me in Paradise” (Luke 23:43).

Grace reached a man at the edge of eternity. Paradise opened to empty hands because the Savior beside him was paying the cost. The thief brought his sin. Jesus supplied everything else. Then Christ died. His body was wrapped in linen and carried into a borrowed grave. A stone closed the entrance. Saturday passed beneath a terrible silence. His disciples hid behind locked doors while grieving women prepared spices for a corpse. Early Sunday morning, they walked toward the tomb expecting death to remain where they had left it. The stone had moved.

Mary later heard her name spoken by the voice she thought had been silenced forever. Hands pierced by nails were warm with life. From the mouth that cried, “It is finished,” came words of peace for frightened disciples. Jesus rose bodily from the grave. He did not survive as an idea, a memory, or a cause. The crucified Christ stood alive.

History’s great shock came from an empty tomb. Death entered certain of another victory and came out carrying its own defeat. Christ lives and everyone joined to Him through faith will live with Him. This is the gospel. You have sinned against the God who made you. Judgment waits beyond your final breath. Jesus lived the righteous life you have failed to live, carried the guilt you could never remove, died beneath the sentence you deserved and rose in triumph from the grave.

Turn from sin and lay down the right to rule your own life. Rest the full weight of your soul upon Christ, His blood, His righteousness, and His resurrection. He receives ruined people. A filthy past cannot exhaust His mercy. An accusing conscience cannot overpower His promise. The Savior who welcomed a dying thief still welcomes sinners who come with empty hands.

Perhaps years remain before your appointment. Your name may be spoken in the past tense before another sunset. Come today. Then think of the people whose names live in your phone. Picture the chair they occupy at your table. Hear the voice you would give anything to hear again if death entered tonight.

Love them enough to speak. Speak of the cross. Point them to the empty grave. Tell them Christ saves.

Someone you love is a wisp of smoke passing through a keyhole.

Speak before the room is empty.

[Carol Saunders @SpaceCoastCarol]

@StuDoesAmerica @StuDoesAmerica - I love ya man, and I miss seeing you and Glenn. Tell your wife to get the sole of her shoe (intended to keep her feet somewhat clean from all the CRAP she walks through daily) OFF of the furniture (intended to plant her fanny and those of other fannies) please.