Underlying It All

“If we want things to stay as they are, things will have to change.” [1]

Underlying It All

Unlike previous years, I’ve not sat down to recount the last 12 months, nor project the next 12.

What’s on my mind at the moment is more than counting––more even than fraudulent voting and attempts to steal elections.

Events coming up on January 5, then 6, could change history––history, I say. Yet there are qualitative changes afoot in our culture already––owing largely to our defiance of God––which will still need addressing. Three examples:

1. Integrity––perhaps the most fundamental of personal virtues––is still respected, yet the moral foundation on which it rests is cracking.

2. More Americans than ever are cohabitating, yet the really alarming word is that the building block of our society––traditional marriage and family––has been redefined.

3. Academic degrees abound, yet the watershed change is that places of learning have become indoctrination centers.

The first part of each sentence is true; the second portends a precipitous decline in our way of life.

Whatever this coming week holds––and we will give it lots of ink––underlying it all will remain faith and culture.


[1] Giuseppe di Lampedusa, The Leopard (1947)
(in the Oxford American Writer’s Thesaurus

Prayer Requested outside an Abortion Facility

by Jim DeCamp, Published 11-4-2020
Written 11-4-2019

‘Would appreciate your prayer this morning as we will be at the Arlington Ave. abortion facility (in Indy) bearing witness to 

> the preciousness of every image bearer of God. 

> the hope and provision of the Lord––even when in crisis.

> the power of the Gospel to transform hearts and lives. 
For though we walk in the flesh, we are not waging war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh but have divine power to destroy strongholds. 
2 Corinthians 10:3-4––ESV

Five Testimonies and a Chuckle

by Jim DeCamp, Published on November 4, 2020
Written on November 4, 2019


It all took place today outside the abortion facility at 1201 N. Arlington Ave, in Indy. 
This was a “consultation” day; no lives were taken. 


By my count this morning, eight women entered the facility. Pray that they will decide not to follow through with a plan to end their baby’s life, and that they will find God’s peace and hope in this difficult hour. 

There were two apparent “drive-aways.” In each case, they entered the parking lot, talked with their companion for a minute or two, then turned around and drove away. Pray that they truly will decide not to take a child’s life, and that they will find rest and confidence in the Lord. Pray, also, that they will be encouraged by the provision offered from God’s people. 

Each young woman…each little child…bears the image of God. Each is precious to God and, therefore, to us. 


“…to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.”  (2 Corinthians 4:7––ESV)

Sandy Cassidy kneeling, praying (photo). There is power in the spoken word, and there is power is silence. Wherever, whenever, and however God is pleased to move…there is power. Beginning on one’s knees is a good place to start. 


A young Hispanic woman walked up to me and explained that she had come to appeal to her friend to keep her baby. We talked about hopeful options, including visiting the East Pregnancy Center just two blocks away. I gave her a printout of contact info for all seven Life Centers in the Indy area. A few minutes later her friend arrived and they entered the abortion facility together. 

When I had to leave, they were still inside. Only God knows her struggle of mind and heart, but pray that God’s mighty power will bless this young mother and spare her baby.


A young African-American mother came out of the Social Services building next door. She pushed a stroller with two little boys––ages two years and eight months––and began waiting at the bus stop (right where we minister). If she thanked me once, she thanked me four times for what we were doing. She explained that the Lord had recently given her a whole new life, and that her pastor and others were really encouraging her. She said, “These babies are our future, and we should love them.” It was easy to agree! 

I had to leave her for a minute to offer help to someone, then returned. Tears were rolling down her face at the thought that mothers would do this to their babies. I gave her a copy of the same contact information for Life Centers. She said, “I live in low-income housing, and I’m going to put this on the bulletin board of my building.” 

Pray that God will give strength to this courageous young mom, use her witness, and richly bless her for shining the light of Jesus.


She wore scrubs and carried a 20-ounce coffee, as she finished the 50-foot trek from her car to the building in what must have been record time. I smiled, but there was no eye contact. I wished we could have had a conversation. 

Aware of the pressure and tension on her in that awkward moment, I said simply, “, Ma’am.” It’s one of the groups that helps abortion employees find work elsewhere. Pray for this person, who has a soul and a conscience, that she will find her rest in Jesus.


An elderly couple––way older even than I ?––got off the bus. They walked by me, saw my sign which reads “WE WILL HELP YOU,” and stopped. The sweet lady emptied her coin purse into her hand, then offered it to me. I said, “Thank you very much. This is very kind of you, but why are you giving this to me?” 

“Oh,” she said, embarrassed. “I looked at your sign, and only saw the word ‘HELP.’ I assumed you were a panhandler!” 

I guess I should wear a suit and tie next time. ?

Dachau: Revisiting History

By Jim DeCamp

First photo: August, 1973. The
crematorium at the Dachau concentration camp in Germany. Taken while stationed with an Infantry unit in Germany, fewer than 30 years after WWII.

So as not to offend the host nation, I carefully avoided the subject––but for one occasion.

One winter’s night, it was my responsibility to call someone to repair the furnace in one of our barracks. Just the two of us in that subterranean, dank chamber. If there were ever a time, I thought.

In my broken German-English mix, I crawled to the subject and ventured, “How could it have happened?” A very nice gentleman about 60, he replied with a pained smile and helpless gesture, “I. Do. Not. Know.”

I felt bad for the awkwardness I had caused, and the conversation changed. But not my wonderings: How? How!


I acknowledge those who do not draw a one-for-one comparison between the Holocaust and today’s shedding of the blood of the unborn. And as a Christian who loves God’s Chosen People in the Hebrew Scriptures, who believes they will have a special place in God’s future, I want to be very deliberate in approaching this subject. There are some differences:

> THAT was the targeting for extinction of one ethnic group; THIS is the destruction of lives in all demographics.
> THAT resulted in the extermination of 6 million souls; THIS has cost the United States over 60 million image bearers since 1973.
> THAT ended in a nation’s shame and remorse; THIS is still accepted.


Nothing stays exactly the same; it gets a little better or a little worse, and ours is the opportunity to shape things for the better. I have found great perspective in that thought, yet I cannot rest there.

In truth, most Christian leaders in 1930’s and -40’s Germany avoided the subject. Those who are hailed today actually labored to save lives––at their own peril.

So “What’s it all about, Alfie? Is it just for the moment we live?”


I feel awkward, similar to that cold night in 1973. The blood of the innocent––8,000 Hoosiers babies every year––cries out. How could this be happening?

Opportunities lie before each of us: supporting your local crisis pregnancy center, praying for your pastor, offering words of hope outside an abortion facility, sitting down with elected officials, ministering to those who have abortion in their history, assisting those caught in this industry to find jobs elsewhere.

You are not alone; brothers and sisters will travel this quest for mercy with you. More importantly, Jesus said, “You will be My witnesses,” and “I will be with you.”

History offers no do-overs; only lessons. 

Let mercy reign….

Second photo: Outside the abortion facility at 1201 N. Arlington Ave., on the east side of Indianapolis (in warmer weather)

Of Signs and Snakes



Last evening I notice that these two stakes were all that were left of seven campaign signs. They were on a choice commuter route in the SW corner of Carmel. The property owner had granted permission for those signs, yet they had vanished.


1. Vandals.

2. Political opponents.

3. The city of Carmel.

4. All the above?

Whoever is responsible, it’s a sorry substitute for citizenship.


I’d be lying to say I wasn’t angry. But I knew I should control my response, so here’s what I did.

At sunrise this morning, I was at that intersection with the Top of the Ticket: a Trump-Pence sign! No kidding: in an hour-and-45-minutes’ time, thousands and thousands of drivers saw that sign.

But what’s really remarkable is the response: there were waves and smiles and honks galore. I estimate that 49 out of 50 responses were positive. In all my grassroots work over the years, I’ve never seen feedback so affirming (unless it’s from passersby outside an abortion facility).


1. Don’t be discouraged by the polls (they discredited themselves in 2016, and I doubt that today is any different).

2. Find a way to harness the passion that wells up within you. Do something that is constructive.

3. Remember that people always need encouragement. In meeting others’ needs, you’ll likely restore your spirits, as well.

4. Act out of love for all that is good and true. Even with hostile opponents, a response fueled by love for what is right will restore your spirit and give you joy.

5. If you are a praying person, “pray for your enemies.” You will be delivered from bitterness and may even begin to influence some of them.


Find a way to embrace it.

Culture Upstream

By Jim DeCamp, Originally written in October, 2018.

Flowing water––whether clean or impure––moves in one direction.

Martin Luther: “The prosperity of a country depends, not on the abundance of its revenues, nor on the strength of its fortifications, nor on the beauty of its public buildings; but it consists in the number of its cultivated citizens, in its men of education, enlightenment and character.” 


> Unity based on shared principles.
> Passing on of shared principles through family and education. 
> Respect for differences / defending others’ Constitutional rights.
> Honor / work ethic / courage amidst trying conditions.
> Monogamous marriage / dad, mom, kids under one roof.
> Families pulling together in hard times / new beginnings. 
> Charity / selfless service / forgiveness / good neighbor. 
> Recognized behavioral guardrails.
> Acknowledgement of Creator God / Giver of political rights and personal freedom. 
> Thoughtful, civil discourse / truthfulness / integrity.
> Respect for the rule of law. 


Erosion, breakdown, or rejection of the above. 


It’s tempting to jump straight to politics, yet consider that characteristics of an *unhealthy culture* are evident writ large in the attacks leveled against Judge Kavanaugh and against Senate decorum: 

> Uncivil behavior by those who disrupt hearings.
> Unsubstantiated, unverifiable allegations. 
> Dishonesty in much of the media’s reporting. 
> Lack of forthrightness by Democrats on the Senate Judiciary Committee. 
> Attacks designed to destroy an honorable judge’s name, and his family: his wife and two young daughters.
> Attempts to intimidate other fine, qualified people who are potential future nominees. 
> Adoption of a we-will-rule-or-ruin mindset. 


> Live up to the highest you know to be true.
> Your life will make a difference.
> It is enough to be faithful.

Time for Big Talk

March 13, 2020

1. Politics: how we organize public life.

2. Religion: how we prioritize our own lives.

Without #1 there’s upheaval in the land; the absence of #2 invites chaos in the culture.
America needs more, not fewer, “prohibited” conversations.

Request for Prayer at an Abortion Facility

Early on the morning of November 4, 2019


‘Would appreciate your prayer this morning as we will be at the Arlington Ave. abortion facility (in Indy) bearing witness to

> the preciousness of every image bearer of God.

> the hope and provision of the Lord––even when in crisis.

> the power of the Gospel to transform hearts and lives.


For though we walk in the flesh, we are not waging war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh but have divine power to destroy strongholds.
2 Corinthians 10:3-4––ESV

The Hand of the Oppressor

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Friends, please pray that God will save babies in Indy today.

This is from a friend who is there. Please pray now for the witness at the abortion facility on Arlington Ave. in Indy.

The abortionist, Jeffrey Glazer, arrived about 8 AM today––unusually early.

At least 14 women have already entered the building. It may be a busy day.

May God hold back the hand of the oppressor, and spare mothers and their babies. God hears the prayers of His people.

Victory Belongs to the Lord

Debi and I were on the early shift at the abortion facility on Arlington Ave. this morning. I saw eight young women go in—most of whom were accompanied by adults. Only one has left. (Our replacement is now here.)

One veteran of this ministry texted me, “They herd them in like cattle, and wait for the abortionist to arrive.”

One life will be taken, then another, and another. Jesus, have mercy.
Friends, if you have the hope of the Lord in you, you know that God‘s word is true:
“…the victory belongs to the Lord” (Proverbs 21:31b).

Only God knows how He may use the seeds that were sown this morning—as well as your prayers—for the blessing of others and for His eternal glory.

Let us all be praying for the saints that will be here this afternoon, and for the mothers and little babies who are so at risk. God is able to save!


“Lift High the Name of Jesus”
Keith and Kristyn Getty

To share the reason for our hope,
To serve with love and grace,
That all who see Him shine through us
Might bring the Father praise.

Transgenderism: Rude Awakening in Brownsburg

PHOTO: Roscoe Stovall holding a copy of the Notice.

Though not on the agenda, what transpired at last night’s Brownsburg School Board meeting will not soon be forgotten.


The School Administration’s dereliction and disrespect of the public––especially parents––by secretly undermining their children’s privacy and safety, was a very major concern.

PHOTOS: Tiffany Dearman, Darla Mitchener, and Jeff Gracey (pictured with his wife) were among those addressing the Board.


Each member of the Board was personally given a Notice of Tort Claim pertaining to the dismissal of Brownsburg’s stellar music teacher, John Kluge. (For you lawyers), below is a technical description of what took place:

Ros Stovall, Kluge’s attorney and ADF ally, addressed the Board, urging a rethinking of the emerging transgender policies in light of the changing legal landscape. He challenged the idea that a 7th Circuit school bathroom facility case should be used to extrapolate a compelled speech action against faculty and students. At the conclusion of his remarks, Stovall presented the Board with a Notice of Tort Claim, a precursor to litigation being filed against a governmental entity.


My remarks to the Board on this subject may be found here:

Outpost of the Kingdom


By definition, an outpost is close to the enemy. The Women’s Med Center, 1201 North Arlington Avenue, Indianapolis, Indiana, is the scene where many hundreds of Hoosier babies lost their lives in 2016. And it is there that Hoosier babies continue to be sacrificed. Friday is their usual “killing day.” 1201 N. Arlington is a stronghold of the enemy. There, innocent blood flows.


So it was there that on Friday, April 21, 2017, a rather unusual assemblage––old and young, ethnically diverse, men and women, across the ecclesiastical spectrum––wielded weapons of the Spirit. They prayed, sang, read from the Scriptures, preached, witnessed, kept silence. For five hours they waged spiritual warfare in close proximity to evil.

In truth, there are a few faithful souls who have been standing in the gap for the babies––on the property line of 1201 N. Arlington––for nearly two years. It appears, now, that the Creator and Giver of life is increasing their ranks.

We numbered in the twenties, were bound by a common love for Jesus and, therefore, a passion to save these precious little ones.


We believe that three babies’ lives were spared. Of approximately 20 young women who pulled up to 1201 N. Arlington, one changed her mind before even going into the building. One was inside for only a few minutes, then came out saying, “I can’t do this. I won’t do this.” We believe a third, also, had a change of heart. Our desire is to stay in touch with these young women, to continue to minister to them.

Those on an Outpost may be near bloodshed; they may also witness survival against all odds. Both occurred on April 21, and we worshipped God through it all.


In my understanding, those who work in these facilities are not our enemies. They are victims of a common enemy; namely, the evil one. It is by God’s grace, alone, that I was not on the other side of that door laying waste to “the least of these.” Strongholds such as 1201 N. Arlington grip the souls of those within.

Yet we offer the Gospel of grace, repentance, forgiveness, healing, holiness, new beginnings. We point to Jesus, about Whom we learn in the Scriptures, and by Whose Spirit we seek the Kingdom of God.


“Open your mouth for the mute, for the rights of all who are destitute.” (Proverbs 31:8––ESV) God’s love is the most powerful, healthy, and enduring motivation in the world. Love will overcome a lot––including fear. And there is great joy in standing, along with others, for what is right.

If God is calling you to join in this witness, you can participate through prayer at home, or by your presence at an Outpost of the Kingdom near you. You will not be alone; brothers and sisters will be there, too. And remember the words of Jesus: “I will be with you.”

Mercy and Hope

There is mercy and hope in the Lord. Already today, one mom has changed her mind and spared her baby’s life. A SECOND ONE, JUST NOW! There is oppression in this building. Thank you for praying, friends. God is greater.

Erosional Remnant

August 2, 2015

Photo by Jim DeCamp

An erosional remnant is a piece of the landscape that continues to stand tall while its surroundings have worn away. We drove by this one in Montana today. “The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge…” (Psalm 18:2a-ESV).

We are listening to Eric Metaxas’ book Bonhoeffer: Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy. It’s the most inspiring––and timely––book I’ve seen in a very long time. In the 1930s and ’40s, Dietrich Bonhoeffer stood in the strength of God, Almighty.

Erosional remnant, anyone?

The Parable of the Lexicon

Photo: “New Bookshelf, Old Books” by David King, Creative Commons

[The term Lexicon, as used in seminary: dictionary of Greek and Hebrew words.]

            As the hands placed it on the crowded bookshelf for the first time, the lexicon felt somewhat apprehensive. “These are new environs for me. I wonder if my neighbors will be friendly. How will my landlord treat me?” he speculated as he squeezed his way through the first night and day.

            His landlord had just begun seminary. The lexicon didn’t expect to be used heavily at first, but was glad to have been purchased at the beginning of the first year along with other basic works. His maker had said something about being a light that could shine on God’s Word, and the lexicon appreciated the caring hands with which the landlord had treated him. He was into his second week, now, and knew that the hands would lift him into use as the need arose.

            He had seen the hands place into service his neighbors but had almost begun to doubt his own worth when his first moment came. He knew his maker would be happy as the careful hands cradled him. Here he was, being used to illuminate individual words in Scripture. The hands moved quietly but with intent. Occasionally, when his little light needed to be multiplied or focused, he noticed the hands pause, move toward each other, and rest together. This was a curious practice, and he observed it frequently in the early months.

            About midyear an unaccustomed air began to be noticed. The hands moved more quickly now and with somewhat more skill. Although called upon more frequently, the lexicon felt less able to help his landlord. The hands seemed tighter, less sensitive and in a greater hurry. The tender touch was gone. 

            Pausing less often, the hands even reached for the lexicon less frequently. From his vantage point on the shelf, the lexicon observed that the hands were restless. Fidgeting replaced facts, sloth superseded solid study.

            As the lexicon groped for a reason for his lack of use, he tried to think if he had changed.  He was just as capable of performing his function as ever; it’s just that the hands rarely reached for him anymore. Gone were the moments of rest, when one hand settled into the other. They now were like paws, clawing at one another. The work was accomplished but without the joyful touch.  The lexicon wondered what the hands were like outside the study. Far from utilizing the lexicon with care, the hands were even abrupt with the Scriptures.

            The lexicon now waits in silence. He wonders when he will be called upon again to shine his special light. He longs for those diligent, caring hands.

Jim DeCamp