A dozen Catholic Churches across the East Bay are closing as the Diocese of Oakland cites issues like an "all-time low of priests."
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A dozen Catholic Churches across the East Bay are closing as the Diocese of Oakland cites issues like an "all-time low of priests."
Story: https://t.co/fyf5n7Ddi1
Hot take: MLB rushed the A’s out of Oakland for a Vegas deal that still doesn’t add up.
Costs ballooning, funding unclear (and unproven) and fans were told this was “certain.” That’s not a plan. That’s a gamble.
Now is the time to demand accountability.
The steal of the draft. No debate.
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I haven't watched the Grammys for many many years, nor did I watch last night as they've turned into a privilege-sanctimony rally for every left-wing cause under the sun. But I did watch this clip of Jelly Roll stepping up, fresh off three wins including Best Contemporary Country Album for Beautifully Broken, looking like a man who'd clawed his way out of a deep, dark hole only to find the light still waiting.
He didn't wave flags or sling shade. He just spoke straight to Jesus like an old friend who'd never left: "First of all, Jesus, I hear you and I'm listening, Lord."
He thanked his wife Bunnie Xo for refusing to let him quit, crediting her and faith with saving him from a path straight to death, jail, or his own hand ending it all. In that prison cell, all he had was a pocket Bible, a small radio, and six-by-eight feet of regret, yet those things, plus grace, pulled him sideways to redemption. It wasn't some polished slogan; it was hard-won, scarred truth from a man who'd been broken and rebuilt.
Then came the simple, powerful line: Jesus is for everybody. Jesus isn't owned by one political party or any music label. Jesus is Jesus, and anybody can reach out and find Him.
In a room buzzing with division and finger-pointing, his quiet testimony stood tall, proof a life can mend without tearing others down. It reminded me the South still knows how to fall hard and rise stronger, speaking from your own scars louder than any borrowed fight.