On June 6 a dozen prayer warriors from Intercessors for America's New York Prayer Group did a prayer walk around key sites in Manhattan. 

Here are photos our group took:

Joyce and I covered the May 17 rededication of America as one nation under God: "What Happened at Rededicate 250."

Here are some of the photos we captured:

On this day, May 17, 250 years ago, Rev. Dr. John Witherspoon preached what Rev. Kevin DeYoung called "one of the most significant sermons in American history..." 

The message, based on Psalm 76:10, was entitled The Dominion of Providence Over the Passions of Men. Rev. DeYoung wrote, "As partly an exploration of the colonies’ right to revolt, the sermon is widely regarded as helping to prepare the way for the decisive move for independence later that summer."

That day was chosen by the Continental Congress as a day of fasting and prayer, as they were growing in their understanding that they should throw off the shackles of government overreach by King George III. 

The current administration chose this day -- not knowing it was in alignment with the day that opened the way to The Declaration of Independence -- to rededicate America back to the Lord. 

What could be in store for us in the months and years to come? 

Rev. Dr. Linda Warren pondered that at last night's service of Westchester Chapel, where Joyce and I serve: 

Joyce and I were on Headline Prayer Live today:

Yesterday's Headline Prayer Live was filled with complex issues. Good thing we spent time inviting the God of all creation into them.

Here's my latest article: 

Will Mayor Mamdani Protect Christian and Jewish Schools?

Lord, work in the tension between the freedom of religion and the freedom of speech, and protect Christian and Jewish students from harassment.

The New York City Council passed two measures designed to protect worshippers and students from protests that impede them from gathering or studying.

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And here's the latest Headline Prayer Live:

The timely cause for protest was that a story had broken just a week before about the Clintons’ unconscionable renting out of The Lincoln Bedroom in exchange for political contributions. Aside from being completely grotesque in my opinion, there was concern that selling off the people’s property was a violation of The Emoluments Clause. Of course my blood pressure spiked at the thought that allegedly free citizens were being prohibited from voicing peaceable redress of their government. 

I jumped to action and ran to the store, probably a Duane Reade, and grabbed a giant permanent marker and a foam core placard and then hurried to find my way as close to the theatre as I could get. I succeeded in getting to the last Secret Service cordon about a half a block from the theatre. 

There didn’t appear to be any protestors there. I suppose there were some poor unfortunates who felt OK being subjects and went to the Imperial approved protest zone away from the theatre. Not me. I stood calmly and surveyed the scene to see if there were any other fellow travelers and thought there might be a few, and there were many regular onlookers trying to see the President. I had a feeling that the Clintons were already in the theatre. I heard that the limousine was there and obscured by a canvas tent.  

It was clear that, in spite of my best efforts to have my opinion known, I’d have to stay through the entire show if I hoped to have Bill and Hillary see my sign. I then realized there were an army of journalists and news outlets all around me, and there appeared my opportunity to at least be seen by the people and the masses. In a move reminiscent of Sally Fields in the motion picture Norma Ray, I stood up as tall as I could and raised my placard high in the sky, and there my liberty rang out uninhibited. There and then the world around the Nederlander Theatre and the world beyond the camera lenses of the media saw my message. Media started filming and snapping up my one-man protest seeing my hand scrawled message which I wrote with the jagged letters of the RENT Playbill, “LINCOLN BEDROOM FOR RENT.” It was an instant hit (to anyone with a sense of humor). It created a stir, smiles, buzz of the crowd, and the clamoring of the media hounds.  

Just then, a large, well-dressed Secret Service agent rapidly approached me wearing his best intimidating look, not knowing that you cannot intimidate a free patriot on a mission. He barked, “What are you doing?” 

My response had to be directly from God, as I had never met aggression with such utter calm and control. I mildly replied, “I am John Q Public and I am exercising my sacrosanct First Amendment Rights.”  

He smugly replied like an automaton, “This is a 'no protest zone.’ There is a place for you back at Port Authority.” 

I calmly and assuredly asked, “On whose authority are you claiming to be able to deny my right to peaceable protest?” Just then, very well prepared for the moment, I pulled my pocket sized U.S. Constitution out and firmly stated, “This is The Constitution of The United States, and it guarantees my right to peaceably redress my government for grievances.”  

That was the abrupt end of the conversion. The agent huffed and turned away. 

The onlookers in my immediate vicinity gave me much praise and a few back pats for winning the day. I half jokingly asked them all to tell me if they saw any red laser dots on my forehead. There were snipers on several of the rooftops, and I have no doubt they were told about the dissident in the crowd. 

Unfortunately that is the state of freedom in America, and worse, in the police state formerly known as “liberal,” The Empire State. 

The next day I did see myself in one of the NY papers. My off-kilter RENT letters looked great. I don’t recall which newspaper it was and also had reports from friends that they saw my RENT sign on the local news. I was so proud that I stood my ground on the blood of my forefathers, who gave all so that potentates would never have super-powers to deny peace-loving citizens their First Freedom, the right to simple dissent. We have a Savior who paid the ultimate price for simple dissent that rattled the power establishment of His day. We must never, ever cede that blood stained ground that paved the way to liberty. 

It won’t happen on my watch.

—Michael V Austin

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