January 19, 2018
by Steve Sanchez

Pre-born Vs. Newborn Differences


Scott Klusendorf says that there are only four differences between a pre-born and newborn. He uses the acronym S.L.E.D.


Size: Does how big you are determine who you are?

Level of development: Are 20-year-olds more human than 14-year-olds, since they are smarter and stronger?

Environment: Does being inside a house make you more or less of a person than being outside? Does being located in his mother’s body rather than outside make a child less human?

Degree of dependency: Does dependence upon another determine who you are? Is someone with Alzheimer’s or on kidney dialysis less of a person?

The question is not how old or big or smart or inconvenient the unborn are, but who they are. The answer is simple: they are human beings. (“Why Pro life?” Randy Alcorn, Pg. 31)

January 7, 2018
by Steve Sanchez

2 Simple Resolutions

It’s tradition in America at the start of a New Year to make resolutions that will somehow better our lives or the lives of others in general. And why not? We all want to improve, we all need to improve. As the old cliché goes, “The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” Heck even the great sage Taylor Swift said, “This is a new year. A new beginning. And things will change.” Wow! Profound!

An online polling firm found that only 32% of people did not plan on making New Year’s resolutions. Of those who will, here are the top five: Eat better. Exercise more. Spend less money. Get more sleep. Read more books.

Sadly, February 4 is the day most fall off the wagon. Data from one online retailer reported that customers’ alcohol consumption picked up by about 40% in the first two weeks of February—while juice-cleanse sales dropped by 25%. Also, more ice cream and pizza are eaten in early February than during the first two weeks of January.

If only we could be more like Jonathan Edwards (1703-1758), considered America’s greatest theologian. At age 19, he didn’t just make New Year’s resolutions, he made 70 LIFETIME resolutions. He prefaced them with these solemn words: “Aware that I am unable to do anything without God’s help, I do pray that, by his grace, he will enable me to keep these Resolutions, so far as they are in line with his will, and that they will honor Christ.” Here are three of them:

#37: Resolved: To inquire every night, as I am going to bed, where I may have been negligent, what sin I have committed, and how I have denied myself. I will also do this at the end of every week, month, and year.

#38: Resolved: Never to speak anything that is ridiculous, trivial, or otherwise inappropriate on the Lord’s Day or Sabbath evening.

#45: Resolved: Never to allow any pleasure or grief, joy or sorrow, nor any affection at all, nor any degree of affection, nor any circumstance, but what advances the gospel.

I don’t think you’d invite ole Jonathan out for a beer after seeing “Return of the Jedi.” After church.

It’s also traditional for the pastor to give his congregation resolutions that he would like them to keep in the new year. Here are mine:

  1. Dedicate your life fully to Jesus Christ
  2. Read your bible daily
  3. Commit to our church and become a member
  4. Come to service 10 minutes early
  5. Serve somewhere, especially in our children’s church
  6. Give sacrificially
  7. Share your faith regularly.

Now, those are man-made resolutions. But how about if you made just two simple God-resolutions for 2018? A couple that Jesus would want us to keep? Are you ready? Okay. Here they are:

 “The most important one,” answered Jesus, “is this: …Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. The second is this: Love your neighbor as yourself.”

Simple, huh? I’ll check back with you in 2019 to see how well you did.

December 7, 2017
by Steve Sanchez

Lead Pearl Harbor Bomber Becomes Christian After Reading Tract

“THE DATE WHICH WILL LIVE IN INFAMY” is today, December 7, which is the 75th anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor where over 2,300 people died and 1,100 were injured. It was a Sunday morning when the sneak attack by Japanese bombers was perpetrated on Pearl Harbor in Oahu, Hawaii. This terrorist action propelled the U.S. into World War 2.

This is the incredible story of Mitsuo Fuchida, lead pilot of the December 7, 1941, raid on Pearl Harbor. Fuchida was the one who shouted the war cry, “Tora, Tora, Tora!” 

Mitsuo Fuchida fought the United States throughout WWII and was intimately involved in the planning and leadership of the Japanese war effort as flight commander and later as a senior operations officer.

After the war, Fuchida was a defeated warrior in occupied Japan, farming to meet the needs of his family. He was also the only one to return to Japan after the bombing.

In 1950, Fuchida miraculously came to know Jesus Christ as Savior through a tract handed to him while exiting a train in Tokyo. The tract was entitled, “I Was a Prisoner of Japan,” written by Jacob DeShazer who was one of the famous Doolittle Raiders. DeShazer trusted Christ as his Savior while held captive by Japan for 40 months. DeShazer went to Japan in 1948 as a missionary and preached to the nation who held him captive.

Fuchida faithfully served Jesus Christ as an evangelist until his death in 1976. “From Pearl Harbor to Golgotha” is Fuchida’s testimony of salvation. Here it is in his own words:

I must admit I was more excited than usual as I awoke that morning at 3:00 a.m., Hawaii time, four days past my thirty-ninth birthday. Our six aircraft carriers were positioned 230 miles north of Oahu Island. As general commander of the air squadron, I made last-minute checks on the intelligence information reports in the operations room before going to warm up my single-engine, three-seater “97-type” plane used for level bombing and torpedo flying.
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December 6, 2017
by Steve Sanchez

Pastor Steve Gets a Tattoo

MY TATTOO WAS GOING TO BE A REALLY SMALL ONE that simply said, “Mat. 6:33,” the abbreviation for my life’s verse: “But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well” (Matthew 6:33). I wanted to be reminded of it, forever—in ink! It was going to be so very tiny and hidden on the underside of my wrist, that the only way anyone would ever notice was if I gave a high five right above their sight line or smacked them with what my teen daughters call a “Juicy Forehead.”

I was never, ever going to get one but my daughter DD convinced me. Yes, I blame her.

On her 17th birthday she begged my wife and I for a tattoo. We said no.

“Please, Dad?”




It went on like that for several weeks and months, begging, cajoling, nagging—did I mention that she was a teenager?—until I relented and called the tattoo parlor (do they still call them that?). Much to my delight, the law said you cannot get a tattoo in the great, awesome State of Texas until one is eighteen years of age. Strike a victory for Parental Rights!

Figuring she would eventually forget about it, I let it go with a smile in my heart, thanking God that this body-art desire phase would soon pass, all the while hoping she would not take a secret road trip to Nevada with her ne’er do well high school friends. You know who you are.

She didn’t forget.

On her 18th birthday I lost my right of refusal; DD was now an adult. She could vote, join the military and even get a…a…dreaded tattoo. “Hey Dad, are you gonna get one with me?”  Continue Reading

December 2, 2017
by Steve Sanchez

27 Years a Slave

Here’s a discovered photo from my “other life” around 1980. I was 21, at a bar called Hussong’s Cantina in Ensenada, Mexico, had too many cervezas and foolishly danced on top of a table.

Suddenly, two Federales grabbed my shoulders and escorted me to the shadows. Thankfully, a Mexican local, whom I did not know, followed us into the “torture room,” negotiating my release. (I’m the shirtless guy standing next to one of the arresting officiales.)

Now, a head shot from when I started my career as a Hollywood actor around the same time I gave up my dream of being a radio disc jockey. My name? Steve Sage. Motto: “He’ll grow on you.”

I made a few local commercials, some “skeleton in the closet” films, (I’ll never tell!), and paid way more money for acting classes in Tinsel Town than was ever deposited in the bank.  Continue Reading