JESUS LOVES ME: SENIOR EDITION

A few new wrinkles in an old classic hymn. From one classic to another I offer you the SENIOR EDITION of Jesus Loves Me even with all my wrinkles and gray hair. Who says just because something is old it is no longer relevant, well this childhood favorite still has charm for the geriatric set. Enjoy and please like and share and pass the joy and JESUS’ love around to bless others. Thanks for stopping by.

THE TRUMPET SOUNDS July 4th 2025

✈️ Cleared to Fly

What Caesar Demands, Christ Has Already Paid

By Allen Frederick

> “You were bought with a price; do not become slaves of men.” —1 Corinthians 7:23

I stood in the airport of the so-called “free world,” holding a valid, state-issued driver’s license… and somehow, it wasn’t enough. A gold-starred “REAL ID” was now required for domestic flight—not as a suggestion, but as federal mandate.

Never mind that I’ve paid taxes, followed the law, verified my identity a dozen times over. Without that special endorsement, I was told I needed to return with more documents, more fees, and more evidence—just to board a plane in the country of my birth. 

And it hit me: freedom in America now comes with a price tag and a paper trail.

Meanwhile, individuals who break immigration laws, many charged with violent crimes, are not only released into our communities, but in some cases celebrated. Protesters march for their freedom. Pilgrimages are made to their holding centers. And the law enforcement officers tasked with keeping order? Swatted, demonized, pelted with rocks and policy restrictions.

We’ve flipped the script. We now punish the obedient while shielding the rebellious.

🪧 No Kings They Cried

This isn’t just bureaucratic madness—it’s biblical déjà vu.

When Jesus stood before Pilate, the crowd cried out, “Not this man, but Barabbas!”—choosing a convicted insurrectionist over the sinless Son of God. And when asked who their king was, they shouted: 

> “We have no king but Caesar!” (John 19:15)

Justice was sacrificed. Innocence was criminalized. 

The guilty walked free, and the righteous was condemned. 

Sound familiar?

Today, policies are being written that mirror that same spirit—calling good evil and evil good (Isaiah 5:20). They release chaos and restrain integrity. Law-abiding citizens are treated like potential threats, while true threats are dismissed for the sake of political expediency or cultural appeasement.

It’s happening again. And the people cheer while the truth is bound.

👑 The King Who Paid It All

But there is a King—one who doesn’t demand a laminated card, a fingerprint, or a gold star to accept me. He requires something far greater: perfection. And knowing I could never achieve it, He paid the price Himself. 

The flight I’m ultimately waiting for won’t depart from Gate A12. It won’t require clearance from TSA or documentation in triplicate. 

My name isn’t written in a database in Harrisburg—but in the Lamb’s Book of Life. 

Stamped not in ink, but in blood.

Yes, there’s an entrance exam. It’s called repentance. 

Yes, there’s a Judge—but He’s also the Advocate. 

Yes, there’s a reservation—and it’s already sealed.

I am cleared to fly, not because Caesar says so, but because Christ declared it finished.

🔊 The Trumpet Sounds Will You Heed the Call?

Let’s be plain: when a nation restricts the righteous and releases the lawless, it is no longer governing in justice—it’s ruling in rebellion. 

This is not freedom. This is fiction. 

And to those who cheer for those who break law while punishing those who uphold it, may I humbly offer a checkup from the neck up: 

You are living out the second crucifixion of righteousness—and calling it justice. You are freeing the insurrectionists of our day while kneecapping the peacemakers God appointed. 

God help us if we remain silent.

📯 Sound the Trumpet—The Gate Is About to Open

While America lights its skies with fireworks and boasts of freedom, let this message ring louder than any cannon blast:

> Caesar may demand your papers. Christ demands your soul. 

> And only one of them can offer you true freedom.

I will not be shackled by systems that punish citizenship while promoting chaos. 

I will not trade in a crown of life for a gold-starred card.

When that trumpet sounds, I won’t be stalled at security. 

I’ll be in the air, caught up, clothed in glory, and carried by grace. 

Because when the Son sets you free—you are free indeed. 

🕊️ Let every chain be broken, every truth proclaimed, and every trumpet sound.

For more insight on scripture and devotionals to guide your flight, soar on over to eagleviews.org and be sign up for our newsletter so you do not miss out on any updates.

GO AND BE A BLESSING THIS FOURTH OF JULY! LET FREEDOM RING!

Crayon Box Christianity: Coloring in the Fruit of the Spirit

But the fruit of the Spirit is
love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.
Galatians 5:22–23

Ever opened a fresh box of crayons and just paused? The smell of wax. The vibrancy. Each one sharpened and ready—full of promise.
That’s how the Holy Spirit works in us: coloring our lives with divine traits that reflect God’s heart.

Let’s color it in:

❤️ Love is Red – Bold. Foundational. The base coat of grace.
💛 Joy is Yellow – Bright. Uplifting. The sunshine that refuses to be dimmed.
💙 Peace is Blue – Calming. Steady. A cool current in chaotic waters.
💚 Patience is Green – Growing. Grounded. Gentle strength in every season.
💕 Kindness is Pink – Tender. Compassionate. Soft enough to heal wounds.
🧡 Goodness is Orange – Vibrant. Honest. A visible virtue.
💜 Faithfulness is Purple – Loyal. Regal. Not swayed by storms.
🌸 Gentleness is Lilac – Subtle. Strong. A whisper that moves mountains.
🖤 Self-control is Black – The outline. The boundary. The wisdom that holds everything in place.

Every day, the Spirit hands us the crayon box.
The question isn’t “Are you gifted?”
It’s “What fruit-color are you letting shine today?”

Even if you’re feeling broken, worn down, or only good for scribbles, God can still use you to create beauty—on someone’s heart, in someone’s storm, through someone’s doubt.

Stay tuned: this is just the first stroke of the canvas.
Next up, we’ll dive into each Fruit of the Spirit—one color at a time—and see how God’s palette transforms our walk.

Make sure you sign up to receive all devotionals in this series: Coloring in the Fruits of the Spirit.

WHERE HE LEADS ME: Reflections on this great hymn

GOD’S ODD BALLS

Why the Castaways Still Carry the Crown

THE LATEST EDITION OF A VIEW FROM THE NEST

They called them outcasts. Madmen. Mystics. Men who raved in the wilderness, cried in the streets, wore rags for robes, and spoke words that no one wanted to hear—yet couldn’t afford to ignore. Their lives didn’t follow the script of cultural acceptance; their obedience made them strange, and their calling made them dangerous.

From Noah’s hammer pounding dry earth, to Jeremiah’s tears on prison walls, from Hosea’s aching marriage to John the Baptist’s blazing sermons in the wild—Scripture is full of voices that came from the margins. And none more so than the One called a demon by His own people—Jesus, the cornerstone the builders rejected.

But rejection is not the end of the story. It is the beginning of divine disruption.