"Stop being a b...., Marine."
Those were the last words I ever said to my buddy. Then I watched him die in combat. I carry that weight.
I chased highs that never lasted long enough to make me forget. I overdosed in a hotel closet. I got lost in Tijuana for three days, beaten and mugged by local cops.
Then I put a .38 in my mouth and started to pull the trigger.
But then, Jesus.
I talked to Him. I laid down the weight, the shame, the blood on my hands. And He answered.
You might think you've done too much. He's right there. He's always been there.
Lay it at the cross. He already paid the price.
251 years. Happy birthday, Marines.
Proud to have earned the title. Grateful for the brothers I served beside. Remembering those who never made it home.
I’ll carry you with me until my last breath.
Semper Fidelis. 🇺🇸
We’ll defend a politician we’ve never met and neglect the words of the Saviour we claim to follow.
Hours arguing.
Too busy to pray.
One more video.
Bible still closed.
Christian, that ought to stop us cold.
“And why call ye me, Lord, Lord, and do not the things which I say?” — Luke 6:46, KJV.
Lord, bring our obedience into line with our confession.
An honest question for Muslims:
In Sahih Muslim 1453, Muhammad tells a woman to breastfeed a grown man to establish milk kinship.
Why was that the solution? And how do you understand the disagreement over its application in 1454?
The men who thought it was too late
Some men find God at 34 and think they've been handed a consolation prize.
They missed everything before that. The kids were small then. The marriage went. The years are gone and nothing gets them back.
We call that a late start. Heaven doesn't have that category.
Paul was out there holding coats while they killed a man. God gave him half the New Testament. Not a consolation prize, a job with none of the years where he'd have earned it.
If you think you're late, you're not. You're exactly on time for what's next.
Grace is real. Except for what I did.
That's the clause I added to the gospel for ten years. Nobody taught it to me. I built it myself and moved into it.
You woke up weak. Christ didn’t.
Come tired. Come worried. Come with the prayer you can barely get out.
“Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace.” — Hebrews 4:16, KJV
The invitation says boldly.
Jesus, strengthen my brothers and sisters today. Help us face this morning trusting You.
Amen.
@biblecopilot Amen, brother. Paul’s chains couldn’t stop the gospel. He said those very things had “fallen out rather unto the furtherance of the gospel.” Philippians 1:12, KJV. Even there, Christ was being preached.
Who told you God was finished with you?
Your mistakes? Your failures? Your past?
None of them died on a cross for you.
The Bible says,
“He which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.” — Philippians 1:6, KJV
He started the work. He’ll finish it.
There’s still grace for today. Still mercy for yesterday. And a Savior who hasn’t forgotten your name.
Your story isn’t over.
And thank God, you’re not the One holding the pen.
@PhilipAMitchell Brother, the words “no hope for a future” hit home. Rejoicing with you today. Grateful Jesus didn’t leave either of us where He found us.
@patrickbetdavid Teach them to carry responsibility. Teach them to ask for help, too. Even in the Marines, we didn’t send a man into a fight believing nobody had his back.
@zachhomol_ Jesus withdrew to pray while people still needed Him. That ought to tell us something about our need to be constantly available. Luke 5:15–16.