The Morgan Wilkins Story

Here is a fun little story from about 4 months ago which involves Morgan Wilkins, the new poster child for the College Republicans, and Keith Olbermann's "Worst Person in the World."  At the time, we were content to let her fade away, but now that she's risen to a level of national prominence, the story deserves to be told.

Last spring, Morgan Wilkins cozied up to our Democratic campaign under the guise of being a nonpartisan reporter for her student newspaper, the KCTCS Quadrangle.

On March 31 the Horne For Congress campaign held a 2-part fundraiser featuring Paul Hackett.  In the spirit of camaraderie, we gave a pair of tickets to Jimmy Moore, the 3rd candidate.  Unable to attend, and believing no harm would come of it, Jimmy gave his tickets to Morgan.  At the private cocktail reception, Morgan presented herself as a reporter, but was never able to produce any credentials.

At the second event, our campaign manager told one of us to politely ask Morgan to leave, but she said 'it's a free country and a public event.'  She refused to leave and started crying.  Faced with the option of physically removing a crying teenager from the hall, or letting her stay, we let her stay.  All in an all she spent about 5 hours on a Friday night hanging out with the campaign.

She also told our staff that she was trying to intern for Rep. Anne Northup (R).  Her companion during the fundraiser was a Northup volunteer (Northup's campaign manager stated that she has had no involvement with their campaign).

After the fundraiser, Morgan was granted an interview with the local candidate but was more focused on asking Hackett about Rush Limbaugh.  While she always had her recorder in hand, none of her articles for the student newspaper used a single quote from her interviews.  Instead she plagiarized, verbatim, the following passage from www.horneforcongress.com:

Whether leading his troops as a Marine officer into combat in Kuwait and Iraq, giving strength and support to his wife as she successfully fought breast cancer, or volunteering as a coach for his sons' soccer teams, Lt. Colonel Horne has defined himself by the values of duty and honor.

Seeing her article in the paper, we grew suspicious about her intentions, and whether she was indeed on assignment during the night of the fundraiser.  We called her editor / staff advisor who told us in no uncertain terms that she HAD NOT been on assignment for the college paper during the fundraiser.  The Quadrangle was very specific that Morgan is not associated with the JCC paper, but was an editor there earlier this semester.

Now for the fun part.

On April 13th, Morgan found her way onto WHAS84 am's Francene Show.  What a pitiful story!  We tried to kick her out of a private event! This poor student journalist was being roughed up by a big, bad Democratic campaign, who had called her editor and tried to get her in trouble:  "I was definitely on assignment."  Together she and Francene feigned exasperation at the editor being told that she had asked "tough questions."  'Oh, my!' they comiserated, 'Imagine, tough questions!'

Well, enough is enough.  Lt. Colonel Horne called Francene on the air and set the record straight with Morgan in the room.  Yes, we spoke to her editor. No she had not been on assignment.  He pretty much shot down Morgan's entire tale.  Francene then took a commercial break, and when she came back she gave Andrew the floor for his platform.  By the end of the segment, Francene was a convert trying to push the big plate of crow away from her. "You know, Lt. Col. Horne, I think sometimes it just takes someone to step up and take control of a situation, and you've shown that you're the one to do that ..." (more effusive praise from the conservative commentator).

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot to mention that Morgan was Francene's intern.  "Was" being the operative word.

•  Jar n/t

  by winstnsmth on Fri Sep 15, 2006 at 01:41:25 PM PDT

•  She is apparently also

  ...a personal representative of Rep. Joe Knollenberg.

  There is a picture of her online that she captioned, "Representing Congressman Knollenberg. Saving America is a tough job, but somebody has to do it."

  I wonder how he feels about having a violent racist representing him. Oh wait, pretty damn good, I'd imagine.

  I'd post the link, but the other people in the photo haven't done anything (except support dipshit Joe Knollenberg).

  by Olds88 on Fri Sep 15, 2006 at 01:50:27 PM PDT

  •  Pic

    suitably anonymized:

    

    by Olds88 on Fri Sep 15, 2006 at 04:44:27 PM PDT

•  Thanks

  I always love to read uplifting stories about idealistic youth!

  by AaronBa on Fri Sep 15, 2006 at 01:50:41 PM PDT

  •  Jeebus H.

    I clicked the link and it sent me to her insanely busy and obnoxious "myspace" and it crashed my puter.

    Wow, what a little freak.

    by howth of murph on Fri Sep 15, 2006 at 02:18:42 PM PDT

•  Everyone really should check out her site.

  It's hilarious.  

  She loves "Jesus with all her heart"  He's the "number one man in her life".  Her 3 year old is the number two man in her life.

  Huh.  Not married, 20 years old.  3 year old son.  Could it be that this Jesus loving young lady had (gasp) sexual intercourse without being married??  Or wait, maybe her son is really Jesus?  Or maybe Jesus is his father?  Help, I'm getting confused.

  What can't be denied is that the number 2 man in her life, her son, is far behind herself in importance.  After about a dozen or more attempted to be sexy pictures of herself, one of that son finally pops up.  Thens goes back to her.  I have yet to have a parent pop out their own pictures before their kids.  Much less a dozen of their pictures before their kids.

  by gustynpip on Fri Sep 15, 2006 at 02:34:24 PM PDT

  •  Well, grant her some mistakes

    I didn't post the whole Morgan story, because I thought it was inappropriate to talk about her past addictions and teenage pregnancy. She turned herself around, to her credit.

    But for someone who loves Jesus so much, she should know better than to Bear False Witness against another.

    And for someone planning on a career in politics, she might want to reconsider all the photos and references to her drinking, since she did only just turn 20. Who does she think she is, Brian Bilbray's daughter?

    by winstnsmth on Fri Sep 15, 2006 at 03:15:28 PM PDT

    •  Amen!

      That was exactly what I was thinking as I looked at her MySpace site - for someone who's "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus..." she ought to read Jesus' favorite book. There's a passage in it about this guy named Moses, and he has this really cool conversation with God who gives him these 2 stone tablet things with 10 rules for the Children of Israel. Oh yeah, there's something in there about LYING. I believe God was against it, IIRC.

      Oh silly me - I forgot IOKIYAR. Is that in Jesus' favorite book somewhere?

      by WV Democrat on Fri Sep 15, 2006 at 03:38:27 PM PDT

    •  Here's the rest of her story

      DISCUSSION GROUP DT:
      "Lost & Found" is a Christian discussion group. Each week a new discussion question can be picked up ahead of time in the student lounge.  The group meets every Wednesday @ 12 in the VTI Bldg. student lounge. Feel free to bring your lunch. For more information contact Morgan Wilkins at (502)-643-#### or Mwilkins0006@#####.###.

      http://www.precious-testimonies.com/...

      WHEN JESUS BECAME MY ONLY OPTION
      (A Young Woman Desperate For Love ...
      And Feeling Betrayed By God)

      By: Morgan Wilkins

      If you consider yourself a "Christian" ... yet are frustrated in your relationship with God, please take the time to read this very insightful and encouraging testimony.  It addresses a couple of key roadblocks that often stand in the way of spiritual progress in Christ.  -- PT Staff

      The first part of my life . . .  I lived in a Christian home, with Christian parents, grandparents, and friends.  I went to church every Sunday and was very involved in my youth group.  I shared about Jesus Christ wherever I went.  I even started a youth group at my middle school.  I was on fire for Christ.

      Then at twelve the surprising news that my parents were getting a divorce came. I didn’t even know that there was a problem in their marriage.  After this a lot of things changed inside of me.  At the time of the divorce I didn’t realize the affect that it was having on me, but looking back, I can really see the change that started in me.  When they got a divorce my whole view of the world was different.  I was hurt.  I felt like my parents failed me.  I felt like love, at least what my image of love was, had failed me.  I began to rebel.  I was angry with God.  I had followed him and obeyed His every command and He broke my family apart, I believed.  What kind of love is that?

      Following God didn’t seem so important anymore.  I began drinking; I began to lie about where I was going, and I began having sex.  Then my mom and I moved to Louisville, KY so that mom could live with her new boyfriend.  In my eyes, not only had my parents let me down by breaking up, but also my mom - whom I thought was a Christian - was living with a man that she wasn’t married to.  This man was obviously not a Christian and we no longer went to church.  I became very angry and confused.  

      My mom was very wrapped up in her social life and in her boyfriends.  My dad didn’t seem to care much to see me anymore; he was always pre-occupied with making money and working.  I had all these feelings of confusion, anger, hunger for my parent’s attention, loneliness, and nervousness about living in this new place.  I had to turn somewhere and I wasn’t about to turn to God because I already did that and following Him is what got me where I was, I believed.

      So, I turned to something that all of you all may be turning to now or are thinking about turning to right now -- someone to love and be loved by.  I turned to a boy.  My every thought became about this boy.  I was “in love.”  We would talk on the phone for hours and hours every day.  We would sneak out to see each other.  We would make sure that we got to see each other for the three minutes between every class change.  We were living in our own little world where it was just “Jon and Morgan.”  

      Jon came from a family of drug addicts.  We both had a lot of family problems and were carrying around a lot of pain.  We became a bad combination.

      We were doing a lot of drugs, drinking, and skipping school.  He even started robbing stores, which ended up landing him in boot camp for six months.  At this time he was 16 and I was 14 years old.  When he went to boot camp, I no longer had him.

      My Mom and I had a horrible relationship and I don’t talk to my Dad.  While Jon was gone to boot camp I became more rebellious than before.  My life style became out of control and I was in dangerous situations a lot of the time.  I ended up being sexually abused by a much older man.  Actually, I was raped.  

      Now I was very hurt, very untrustworthy, very angry, and a very cold person.  I felt like I was completely alone.  I hated dealing with the police and the detectives, and I felt a lot of guilt and shame for what happened to me.   I felt like I put myself in the position for it to happen because of the things that I was involved in.  I hated everyone, including myself and God.  I continued to try to run away and escape myself.

      After Jon got out of boot camp I moved out of my house and in with him.  Jon stayed in and out of jail for various things and in the middle of it all I ended up pregnant.  I was 15 years old.  You would think that I would be scared to death, or that I would be devastated. At times I was, but you have to understand the state that I was in.  I didn’t care what people thought anymore.  I didn’t care what my parents thought.  I hated my parents anyway.  In my mind I thought that I was going to create my own family just the way I wanted my family to be.  This was my chance to get away and be with people I loved and who loved me.

      Time went on and I had the baby at age 16.  Things stayed pretty smooth for about a year or so.  I worked 40 hours a week.  I was going to school and taking care of the baby.  Jon and I got along half of the time.  Then after about a year or so things got bad between Jon and me.  He started to lie to me a lot about where he was at, or where he was going.  He started to call me names a lot. If he said he was going to the store to get milk or toothpaste and I would ask to go, he would refuse to let me go with him.  He would tell me that I was psychotic for wanting to go with him.  I would end up in tears because I didn’t understand why he hated me so much when all I did was show him love.  Staying up crying every night became a tradition.  My new family wasn’t any better than the old family I came from.

      One day I was sitting in school and the teacher told me I had an emergency phone call.  I answered the call and it was someone telling me that Jon was in jail.  I didn’t have the slightest clue why he was in jail.  What could he have done?   It took about a month for me to get the true story of why he was in jail.  He had been using drugs for the past year and a half right under my nose and I didn’t even know it.  So, I began to be tortured by the questions of “How many times had I been lied to?  How many times did he watch me think that there was something wrong with me, and that’s why he didn’t want to be around me, when actually he wanted to go use drugs? How many time did he leave me in tears to take care of the baby all night so he could go get drugs?”   My heart was completely crushed.  I was left alone to work, take care of the baby, go to school, pay bills, and on top of all that, carry around this pain.

      For the first couple of months I held everything together pretty well.  I took care of every thing at home and even made it to every prison visit and phone call.  Then as time went on I couldn’t hold everything together anymore.  I knew that I could do all the physical work.  I could make it to my job, pay bills, keep the baby fed and clean, and go to school.  But -- I couldn’t do all that and deal with all my hurting at the same time.  I had to do something to ease the pain or else I was going to fall apart.  I didn’t turn to God; I didn’t trust God.  Besides, after all the mistakes I had made, who was I that He would want to help me anyway, I reasoned (wrongly, by the way)?

      I turned to the only thing that I thought could dull the pain and help me to go on.  I turned to cocaine.  Using drugs again led me to bad people.  Most of the time they were much older.  I became particularly involved with one man.  I was modeling at the time and he was my photographer.   Not only did he use drugs with me, which made me feel better, but also he listened to me and he treated me good.  This was something that I hadn’t had in a long time.   I became very dependent on this man for my happiness and began getting taken advantage of.  I thought that he cared about me and that he wanted to comfort me but now I know that anytime a man that is twice your age gives you drugs then he isn’t trying to help you.   All this was an escape for awhile, but then as time went on, the more I tried to escape myself and my pain, the further I drove myself down into more darkness.

      Eventually I couldn’t hide any longer that I was using drugs.  I had used up over two thousand dollars of my mom’s money and I had nowhere to turn.  I was completely ashamed.  When I got pregnant, I had let my family down enough, but now it was even worse.  I was on drugs, hanging out with men twice my age, and not taking proper care of my son.  

      Driving myself back to my hometown and telling my family that I was strung out on drugs and needed help was one of the hardest things I have ever done.  I felt like I was such a disappointment.  Little did I know that my family wanted to help me and that they loved me just as much as they ever had.  Satan would have never let me see that.  Satan wants everyone to think that they are completely alone.

      After that I went into drug rehab.  All I could think about was being with my boyfriend and my child so I left the rehab.  This was another disappointment to my family. I was back on drugs the night that I got out.  

      Things became worse than I could have ever imagined.  My boyfriend, Jon, hated me for all the trouble that I got into while he was in prison.  If I didn’t feel enough shame already, he made sure that I did now.  I spent many nights begging for his forgiveness.  Most nights I spent hysterically crying and most mornings my eyes would be swollen shut from the night before.  I thought that I was going to lose Jon; he was the last thing that I held onto.  He made several attempts to break up with me but I did everything I could to make it impossible.  I was scared to death; apart from him I was alone.  No matter how bad he treated me, even if he would kick me out of the way while I was lying on the floor crying, I thought it was better than being alone.

      Soon we got a new apartment and my mom bought us a new car.  We had new jobs and the baby was in a new daycare.  A couple weeks after we got the car we had a wreck that totaled the car.  We lost our jobs and the baby’s day care as a result.  We had no money, and after I spent the whole summer blowing my moms money on drugs I wasn’t about to ask her for more money.  We spent the next month or so job hunting and scraping up what change we could and applied for all the government assistance that we could get. The pattern was that Jon would get a job, spend the money on drugs, and would lose the job soon after.  

      Then an old friend of the family asked me if I wanted him to pick me up for church.  I said sure, and didn’t give it much thought.  It was a good way to get out of the house now that I didn’t have a car anymore.  The man's name was John Lee and he invited me to go to a new year’s party with him at a local church.  I agreed.  

      It would probably be good if at this point I could say I gave my life to the Lord and everything changed, but it didn’t happen that way.  I went to the party and I played the role.  I knew the church act; I did it all when I was a child.  I sang, I danced, I lifted my hands and I even ran to the front at alter call.  I did want a different life and I did ask Jesus to come back into my life but I was still too cold.  My heart wasn’t going to soften in one night.

      I continued to go to church and joined a small group.  I was really enjoying myself.  Every night when I came home from church my boyfriend would be very angry with me.  He would say it was because I was late, or he had to get up early or something like that, but I think that it was fear.  Fear that the Lord was going to come and rescue me and take me away.  Jon depended on me just as much as I had depended on him.  

      I can’t say exactly when it happened . . .  but my heart did begin to soften.  I began to put hope back into the message of Christ.  I started to feel like I had strength.  It began when I started to spend the whole night praying to the Lord about Jon -- instead of fighting with Jon the whole night.

      I started to feel comfort in prayer.  I began to stand up for God whenever Jon would put me down about going to church.  I didn’t even exactly know why I felt this way.  Things that didn’t bother me before began to bother me.  I began to feel a lot of guilt and heaviness about living with my boyfriend even though we weren’t having sex anymore.  The music I listened to before and the movies that I used to watch for some strange reason began to drive me crazy.  I couldn’t stand them anymore.  All this change really started to annoy Jon.  

      Heck, it was starting to annoy me.  I still hadn’t had some big glorious moment when everything changed, but I just kept going to church, started listening to Christian music, and reading Christian literature.  And step-by-step I was being healed.  Then for some absurd reason I actually began to want to read the Bible ... for pleasure!  I was reading it as much as I could.  I would try taking it to the bathroom, or try to eat and read.  Sometimes I would say I probably ignored my son a bit because of my desire for the Word of God.  

      Jon and I still fought a lot. He started not coming home from work at night and when he would finally show up he would be drunk and high.  I was finding drug paraphernalia around the house.  I made several threats that if I had to go looking for him in the middle of the night then I was leaving, but I never followed through with my threats in the beginning.

      Finally the Lord gave me the strength to tell him that if he didn’t go get help for his drug problem then I was really leaving.  Jon agreed to go to drug rehab.  While he was in drug rehab I spent a lot of time praying and studying God’s Word.  Jon was doing great and I really, really thought that my prayers were being answered.  

      Jon got out of rehab and things were great.  I thought that because of all my church going, my Bible reading, my praying and my obedience . . . that God was rewarding me.  I was on top of the world and so happy with myself, Jon, and God.

      Three days later -- at two A.M. -- after walking up and down the streets with the baby looking for Jon, I get a call that he was at a bar and was too drunk to get home himself.  To make it worse, this was Father's Day Sunday.  This was by far the worst night of my life.  I had allowed God back into my heart.  I had trusted Him.  I had obeyed Him and now look what happened.  He ripped a big piece of my heart out.  When I was driving Jon home that night I pulled over on the side of the road and I cursed God worse than I have ever cursed a human in my life.  I screamed, I beat on the horn, and I kicked the car. I just really let my Lord have it! I felt betrayed.

      The next morning I laid in bed feeling sorry for myself.  I was miserable and I was going to make sure that everyone saw how miserable I was.  I was lying there praying nothing but “Why me?” prayers.  

      Then . . . strength came up inside of me; it was a ... determination.  It was almost anger, but a good anger.  The Holy Spirit started moving inside of me and I like to say that I got “mad in the Holy Ghost.”  I wasn’t going to give up this easy.  I didn’t have another option other than God. I had tried everything else.  

      I got out of bed and I said to myself that I was going to get what Jesus died on the cross for me to have and I didn’t care what was thrown my way.  I was mad! I said that if there was any truth in the Bible then I was going to find it.  I was going to have joy!  I was going to have peace, and I was going to become righteous and I didn’t care how many times I was knocked down.    

      I went to church that Father’s Day and I praised the Lord like never before. I started to pray in a whole new way. I started listening to every teaching tape that I could get my hands on.  Every day something new was revealed to me.  It was like every song and every sermon finally made sense.  I understood things and every new thing that I learned changed another part of me.  I could never explain in words the joy that came into me.  I was filled with a fire for Christ.

      Yet everything on the outside was still the same.  My situation was just as hard.  I was in the middle of a horrible break-up with someone I had been dating for five years and whom I had a son with.  Things in the world around me didn’t get any easier, but inside of me there was a new creation - a new beginning - and there was a peace that really did pass understanding.  Like I said, I was sexually abused when I was 14 and my emotions from that experience were very damaged, but I could feel all those wounds being healed.  I was being set free from the bondage of fear and anger that came along with being abused.  I still had emotion, but it didn’t control me anymore.

      The work that the Lord did inside of me slowly began to show on the outside and He began using me to bring others into a personal relationship with Christ.  The Bible says, “He who lives in me (God) is greater than he who is in this world (Satan).” That means that when I accepted Jesus Christ into my heart that I not only received His salvation but I also received His power over the enemy -- Satan and his demons.  When we become Christians we have the power to overcome.  We become overcomers when we have the living God inside of us.  That is exactly what I did when I received Jesus back into my life -- I overcame!  I overcame depression, drug addiction, alcoholism, temptation of sexual desires; I overcame the pain of a rape, and I overcame anger and resentment towards my family and towards God.  

      Now I am here, telling my testimony, being a light for Jesus.  Do you think that when I was in drug rehab, or pregnant at 15, or cursing God on the side of the street that I ever thought I would be here, encouraging others and speaking of the wonderful things that Christ has done in my life?  Yeah right, I thought that would be impossible!  But my Lord - the Lord that dwells in me - is a Lord of the impossible.  He rescued me and lifted me up out of a world of darkness and sin and placed me up on a mountain and transformed me into a light.  I am a light and a sign of the Lords mercy.  I am proof that it doesn’t matter the sin in your past; it doesn’t matter the sin you are doing right now.  He wants me to be a living example that He still loves you.  He is waiting for you, and He will wash away all that sin and give you a new life with Him.  

      Jesus also wants me to be a reflection of His power.  It makes no matter what your home life is like -- if your parents are on drugs or alcohol; if you are suffering from addiction; if you are depressed; if you have been sexually abused and are suffering with all kinds of emotional pain; if you are in a horrible relationship and you don’t think there is a way out; if you are pregnant or if you have a child and you aren’t married.  I have been in every one of those situations and more.  The Lord wants my life to prove to you his limitless power.  God is greater than the greatest pain or the biggest sin; He is bigger than any mess you have made.  He wants to help you; He wants to hold your hand through all these situations.  He hasn’t come to judge you, but to save you. You just have to let Him.

      My prayer and my purpose is that for those of you who aren’t saved -- or for those of you who have lost hope in God as I did -- for those of you who are angry with God or are disappointed with God like I was -- for those of you who feel all-alone, or feel like nobody understands you, and that nobody ever will, which is just like I felt . . .  I pray that you will hear my story deep in your soul.  I pray my words will play like a stuck record in your mind during the painful hours you lie awake at night, wondering how you are going to make it to sunup.

      I pray that you will hear that I was there too, like you might be right now, and you will sincerely sense the night-and-day difference the Lord has made in my life.  What God has done in me is for real!  I pray that you will want what I have more than anything in the world.  I pray that you will be determined to get what Jesus died for you to have.  

      For those of you who are born again and are walking in strong fellowship with God, I pray my life story will strengthen your faith and confidence in Him because you see His amazing love and grace working in shattered lives like mine used to be, and it will motivate you even more to reach out to others who are hurting and appear to be "impossible for God to rescue and set free," (because God can take our greatest mess, and turn it into a glorious message, as you well know!)

      Some of you may be thinking . . .  'All this sounds great but I already believe in God too.  I believe that there is a God, but this whole thing about him actually living inside of me; I don’t know if I really feel that.  I just can’t quite get that joy or peace that you are talking about.'

      For awhile I felt the same way.  I kept reaching and reaching out for God and I was coming short every time.  The whole time that I was reaching out I should have been reaching in.  Reaching for the “Christ in me, my hope of glory” (See: Colossians 1:27).  The Bible says that our body is the temple of the Holy Spirit for those who are trusting Christ to forgive them of their sins.  Jesus said, “We will come and make our HOME in YOU.” (See: John 14:23).   Somebody ought to get excited about this.  You are the home of God and He lives in you.  He has come to live forever in you, if you have made Him your Lord and Savior.  He says that He won’t leave you nor forsake you.  You can ignore Him, but He isn’t leaving.  

      I am born again - therefore I can come into the presence of God anytime I want and so can any other born again believer.  When Jesus died on the cross, the curtain that separated us from God was ripped open and now we have free access to God. Hallelujah! No wonder Paul, while he was in prison and he was being beaten, would write letter after letter saying “Rejoice in the Lord always, and again I say rejoice!”  No wonder I can be going through this break-up with my son’s father, dealing with all the mess that comes along with that, and I can still stand right here in the mist of it all and tell you how great and wonderful the Lord is.  It’s the joy that comes along with having Jesus literally living inside of me and having free access to Him whenever I want.  When you have the Holy Spirit in your life you can be going through serious problems and still enjoy life, and you can help others and encourage them too.  But you’ve got to be born again.  Jesus loves you and he has a plan for your life. In fact, He died on a cross and said that He was going to come live inside of you just to make sure that you can do what He has planned for you.  

      If you aren’t right with God then you know who you are.  I don’t need to spend another half hour trying to convince you that you need to get right with Jesus.  I don’t need to convince you that you need your sins forgiven. Actually, your sins where already forgiven 2000 years ago on the cross and you can't become born again without accepting that forgiveness.  But not only will you sins be forgiven, they will be forgotten.  Jesus doesn’t keep a record book of how many times you have screwed up so He can pull it back out and remind you of what a loser you are.  He wipes your record completely clean every time you confess your sins to Him and ask forgiveness  (See: 1 John 1:9).  

      I know that a lot of you all are thinking that there has to be more to life than this, and I am telling you that there is more.  You heard my story; nothing can fulfill you and nothing can satisfy you except Jesus Christ.  He is the only answer.  Let him fill you up with His love and His joy today.  If you want to know Jesus Christ and all the power that you can have through His resurrection then I want you to pray this prayer and mean it with all your heart:

      “Father - I love you.   I believe in you.  Jesus - I believe you died on the cross for me.  I believe that you shed your blood for me and paid the price for my sins.  I haven’t lived the best life.  I have done a lot of wrong things.  And I’m sorry.  I mean it Jesus, I’m really sorry.  I can’t save myself and I can’t take back what I have done.  But you can.  I ask you today to give me a fresh start.  Forgive me.  Make me clean.  I want to be spiritually born again.  Jesus, I open my heart up to you.  Come and live inside of me, right now.  

      By faith, I believe that I am saved now.  I believe Jesus lives inside of me, as scripture promises.  He in me and I in Him.  We are one.  I am going to learn to act like you, Jesus.  There is a lot to be done but I am excited about it.  I’m on my way to heaven and I am going to enjoy the trip. AMEN.”

      I just want whoever prayed that prayer to realize that the King of Glory has just come to make His home in you.  The Book of Life was just taken out and your name has been added.  Praise the Lord!

      Morgan Wilkins

      Dear Reader - if you didn't pray that prayer, for whatever reason ... don't you want to be at peace with God?  Don't believe the lie that you've sinned one too many times, and God won't accept you now.  Don't believe the lie that your sin or sins are too bad for God to forgive.  God's love for you is greater than anything you have ever done.  His forgiveness knows no limits.

      Maybe you were like Morgan, and "tried God," but came to believe "God doesn't work!"  Please realize that God's time-table is not always ours.  God knows when we are truly desperate enough to surrender all of ourselves to Him ... not just part of ourselves.

      Precious one, here's the question we all must seriously ask ourselves.  Do you know what awaits you when you die?  You can have the assurance from the Holy Spirit that heaven will be your home, if you would like to be certain.  Either Jesus Christ died for yours sins, or He didn't (and He did!).  Are you prepared to stand before God on the Judgment Day and tell Him that you didn't need the shed blood of Jesus Christ on the Cross to forgive you of your sins?  We plead with you ... please don't make such a tragic mistake.

      To be at peace with God; to make certain heaven will be your home for eternity; to make certain that you are in right-standing with God right now ... please click here to help you understand the importance of being reconciled to God.  What you do about being reconciled to God will determine where you will spend eternity, dear one.  Your decision to be reconciled to God is the most important decision you'll ever make in this life, and for all eternity.  

      If this testimony has touched you in some special way, would you please share it with us and Morgan?  It is always a blessing to the ministry staff and to those who testify and those who support this outreach to hear how God is touching lives through this ministry.   Please identify the title of the testimony, and the author's name, and Email us by clicking here:  [e-mail]  

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      Proselytization galore.

      by bentleftliberal on Fri Sep 15, 2006 at 08:54:10 PM PDT

•  And some symbolism

  One last thing worth mentioning ...

  I remember that very night, the episode of "Commander In Chief" was about an overly ambitious blonde republican intern who staged an event to embarass the candidate and her ruse was discovered, she was exposed as a liar.

  by winstnsmth on Sat Sep 16, 2006 at 11:17:00 AM PDT

  •  The intern was a Dem.

    Remember, the Prez was an Indy.  An ambitious Dem operative had the intern do that, but then the Dem Party disavowed.

    by mikebailey2000 on Tue Sep 19, 2006 at 07:56:53 PM PDT

    •  You're good, Mike Bailey

      Damn you're good.

      You got me on a fact, but it makes the metaphor even more appropriate.  Horne was fighting them on the right and the left...

      by winstnsmth on Thu Sep 21, 2006 at 05:58:01 PM PDT

•  News is spreading

  Check it.

  by bentleftliberal on Sat Sep 16, 2006 at 11:36:19 AM PDT

•  Morgan burned trusting people...

  I was misled by Morgan.

  I, along with many of Horne's staff and supporters, tried to be accomodating to Morgan and her friend during Paul Hackett's visit.  We had heard rumors that she was a Republican operative, but we had no proof, and chose to allow Morgan into our event as a member of the press.  

  I feel that Morgan lied to me about her reasons for attending the event, and that she abused the goodwill of Andrew Horne, who personally stepped in to keep her from being asked to leave the event (Morgan insisted to Andrew that she was not a Republican operative, and he chose to take her at her word.)

  Morgan claims to be a Christian.  I believe strongly in Morgan's right to be a Christian.  In fact, I wish she would be a Christian.  The 10 Commandments forbid lying, Morgan.  Try to obey them, please.

  I was upset and a bit hurt that Morgan turned out to be a liar.  I felt stupid and naive for giving her the benefit of the doubt.  Morgan has made me measurably more cynical about politics and human nature.  Perhaps I should thank her for helping us trusting grassroots volunteers to "grow up," but the lesson was a bitter one.  

  I have tried to remain cordial with Morgan in spite of her lies and treachery, but her lectures on morality are impossible to bear in silence.  Until she truly believes in the 10 Commandments and the Golden Rule, Morgan is not to be trusted.

  I am sad to say that her latest infamous endeavours are aligned with her past nefarious actions.  Northup should be ashamed of working with Morgan.

  Mike Bailey

  by mikebailey2000 on Tue Sep 19, 2006 at 08:24:33 PM PDT

  •  As it turns out...

    Rep. Northup had no connection to Morgan Wilkins.  No one on her staff had any clue who she was.

    She was trying to get their attention, though unsuccessfully.

    by bentleftliberal on Tue Sep 19, 2006 at 11:05:46 PM PDT