Angaela

Light to some salt to others.

[Mel G @MelGi1bson]

Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.

[Henry Winkler @hwinkler4real]

YES!!!!

[Bryan Duncan @Bryan_Duncan]

#SpokeToGod…HeSaid .. I heard your prayer requests… You’re asking for a permanent healing in a temporary world~

[Bryan Duncan @Bryan_Duncan]

wanna hear the bigger picture story of #BlueSkies song "JOY Is a Singable thing"? #Joy isn't tied to just 1 experience.. I sing happy n sad songs too https://t.co/FoHjRUB6QO

[Angaela @Hedydforyou]

https://t.co/X88tkRUs6o

[Juanita Broaddrick @atensnut]

I can’t stop laughing. This is so cute !

[Dwayne Johnson @TheRock]

I’ve signed every body part you can imagine. Yes, every single one 😇 Usually they want to tattoo my signature wherever I sign on their body.

This was first for me - a lovely forehead 😊😎

*she did NOT get this tatted on her forehead *

Aussies know how to do it right!! Live life to the fullest and just have fun!!

I wound up writing “I 🤎 you too! Rock”

I was gonna write - “Kevin Hart fits in my purse” but I assumed she hates Kevin too so 🤷🏽‍♂️😂

#MoanaGlobalTour 🌊 🌎
#Sydney 🇦🇺

[David Jeremiah @davidjeremiah]

"We remember the blessings of God and the gift of freedom. We need also to remember the responsibility that comes as a result. A nation is not held together by prosperity alone, but by truth, virtue, and the character of its people."
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The real story of America has always been about God.

As America marks 250 years, this is a moment to remember, not just celebrate. It is a time to thank God for His blessings, reflect on the spiritual foundations of our nation, and return to His Word as the authority for our lives and our future. The hope of a nation is not found in prosperity alone, but in truth, virtue, prayer, and the character of its people.
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Celebrating 250 Years #4thOfJuly #America250 #IndependenceDay

[Pastor Melissa Scott, Ph.D. @Pastor_Scott]

This Is What I’ve Been Railing Against

Pastor Scott pushes back against the popular Christian narrative that the Jewish people were always faithful to God, pointing out that the book of Amos serves as a clear biblical indictment of Israel’s complete rejection of God.

https://t.co/Dfc6ZQ2clz

https://t.co/Ti3485QhR4

[Brandon Lake @brandonlake]

Something’s coming…

[VeggieTales @VeggieTales]

"Look! Up in the sky! It's a torpedo! No.. it's an asparagus!"
"Zwut?? Anothzerr won? Tiny heroes zust falling from zee sky now?!"
"YAHHoooOOOooooOOOO!"

#VeggieTales #LarryBoy #JuniorAsapagus #VocalStims

[Joel Osteen @JoelOsteen]

Watch "Why Believe?" today on YouTube and discover how your questions can deepen your faith! Does the Bible contradict science? Why is there suffering? Did Jesus really rise from the dead?

Joel Osteen joins Cliffe and Stuart Knechtle for a powerful conversation that tackles these questions and more. Now available on https://t.co/c9OqRhBfxY

[Mario Lopez @mariolopezviva]

As far back as I can remember...
I always wanted to be one of the guys in this scene.

#Goodfellas #TheBoys

[Greg Laurie @greglaurie]

There's a powerful new film coming to theaters this Friday, July 3rd — it's called Young Washington.

Directed by Jon Erwin (the director behind Jesus Revolution and House Of David), this film takes us back before George Washington became a general, before he became our first president — to the young man wrestling with failure, loss, and his own character on the frontier of colonial America.

What is the story before the story? Young Washington explores that.

This film is dynamic, engaging, and exciting — and it's the perfect way to head into our nation's 250th birthday with a deeper appreciation for the man who would go on to lead it.
It's showing in a theater near you.

[Matthew West @matthew_west]

Can’t wait to be in Washington DC tomorrow for a special event with #museumofbible to celebrate the 250th birthday of America!

I wrote a devotional this week reflecting on our country and the freedom we have in Jesus. Sign up here https://t.co/CZIjOLjmbP to receive it this Thursday in your inbox!

[The Real Mike Rowe @mikeroweworks]

Profoundly Disconnected

According to my many masters, I should be using this time on another cross country flight to write something thoughtful about my most recent podcast, or my mom’s latest book, or my grandfather’s extraordinary whiskey, or the newest episode of The Story Behind the Story, or the latest developments with mikeroweWORKS and our new initiative with the Pentagon that’s necessitated today’s trip to our nation’s Capital. But never mind all that. Because the only thing on my mind at the moment, as I hurtle through the friendly skies somewhere over Kansas, is the profoundly unhealthy reliance I’ve developed on my smartphone, and sheer panic that occurs when I lose the friggin’ thing.

Like so many of life’s unfortunate moments, this one unfolded in the men’s room at SFO. I was standing at the urinal, offloading a few liters of Pete’s Coffee, and chatting on the phone with my business partner. Mary Sullivan was already in DC, and we were trying to coordinate a number of meetings after my arrival at National airport five hours hence. (Thanks to my airpods, I can multitask pretty much anywhere these days, much to Mary’s chagrin.)

“Are you in the bathroom?” Mary said. “Did I just hear a toilet flush? Seriously?”

After 20 years in business, we don’t have a lot of boundaries. At least, I don’t.

“Of course not,” I said. “I just walked past a janitor with a vacuum cleaner. Now, what were you saying?”

I put my phone on mute, placed it on the tile shelf above the urinal, and waited patiently for the coffee to make it’s exit complete, as Mary outlined the day’s events. When I finally finished, I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and left the can in a hurry, fast walking toward my gate. My flight was boarding, and I like to get on early, especially when I’m in the bulkhead. I took the phone off mute and told Mary where to meet me when I got to DC.

“You’re breaking up,” she said. “Are we meeting at the hotel or the Pentagon?”

“The hotel,” I said. “I’ve got a change into a suit and tie or they’ll never let me in.”

“You own a suit,” she said? “Since when?”

But then, as I scanned my boarding pass and headed for the jetway, the connection turned to static, and Mary was gone.

“Hello? Mary, can you hear me?”

For a moment, I assumed she’d hung up on me, a not uncommon occurrence. But then the static returned, and I realized what had happened. My airbuds were out of range, because I’d left my smartphone on the shelf above the urinal. Not smart.

I spun around in the jetway and bolted back toward the bathroom, dragging my bags behind me. I was freaking out, but felt a surge of relief when Mary’s voice was back in my ear, through a field of static.

“ike?…an’t ear ou…Pentagon…you there?”

“Yes, I’m still here! Keep talking! I left my phone in the can!”

“I knew you were in the bathroom!” she said. “What’s the matter with you?”

I reentered the lavatory and found the urinal I’d utilized just a few minutes before, but the phone was no longer on the shelf.

“Crap! My phone’s not where I left it!”

“Well, it gotta be close,” said Mary. “I can still hear you!”

There was a man standing at the urinal I’d just vacated.

Breeching all sorts of bathroom etiquette, I tapped him on the shoulder. “Pardon me,” I said. Did you by any chance notice a smartphone on the shelf?”

The man jumped, went briefly off-target, and replied in a language I’m not familiar with. But the man standing next to him answered for him.

“Was it an iPhone? Blue case?”

“Yes!” I said. “That’s the one. Do you have it?”

“No, but I saw the guy who picked it up.”

“Guy? What guy? What did he look like?”

“White shirt. Ball cap. Tall. He asked if someone had left it behind and then walked out with it.”

I ran from the bathroom and into the crowded terminal, searching for a tall guy in a white shirt and ballcap, trying not to think about how complicated my day would become if I had to leave my phone behind. Everything I needed was in that stupid phone. Confirmation numbers, reservation details, and a special code to get me into the Pentagon. How would I call a Lyft once I landed? How would I coordinate with the dozen or so people who were waiting for instructions 3,000 miles away?

In my ear, I could still hear Mary’s voice crackling through a field of static, which meant my phone was still nearby, but on the move. But in which direction? To my right, hundreds of travelers were making their way to the exit. To my left, hundreds more were headed to one of thirteen different gates.

“Ladies and Gentleman!” I yelled. Did anyone find a smartphone in the men’s room?”

Dozens of heads turned on a swivel, curious no doubt, to see what sort of cretin would use a smartphone in the commode. Several people recognized me and walked over to say hello, but no one had my phone. So, I stood on a nearby chair and asked again, this time in my full-on outside voice.

“ATTENTION IN THE TERMINAL. DID ANYONE FIND A SMARTPHONE IN THE MEN’S ROOM? IT’S AN IPHONE IN A BLUE CASE WITH A CRACKED SCREEN PROTECTOR! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY! MY PLANE IS ABOUT TO LEAVE AND I’VE LOST MY PHONE!!!”

I was struck by the panic in my voice and surprised by my inability to think rationally. If I went to Lost and Found, I’d have to leave and come back through security. There was no time for that, and now, Mary’s voice was no longer in my ear, which meant the person with my phone was getting farther and farther away, but again - in which direction?

I ran back to my gate, scanning the crowd for a tall guy in a white shirt with a ball cap. Still no luck. At the gate, I asked the agent to get on the PA to see if anyone had picked up a smartphone that didn’t belong to them.

“Certainly,” she said. “When did you last have it?”

“Just a few minutes ago,” I said. “I left it in the men’s room.”

The agent didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. Just a slight arch of an eyebrow was enough to convey her disapproval.

“Attention in the Terminal. If you’ve found a smartphone just a few minutes ago - in the men’s room - please bring it to Gate E8, immediately.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I’m gonna go look for a tall guy in a white shirt and ballcap. Don’t leave without me!”
“The doors close in five-minutes, sir.”

I left my bags with the agent and ran back to the urinal where all my trouble began, marveling at my level of anxiety. How had I become so reliant on such a small device, and why was I feeling so utterly distraught at the prospect of never seeing it again? I was feeling physically ill, electronically naked, and completely helpless, when I noticed a guy in a white tee-shirt, pacing around in front of the restroom. He wasn’t that tall and he wasn’t wearing a ball cap. Neither was he waving my phone over his head, as I would have done if I’d found a phone in similar circumstances. Nevertheless, I walked up him and said, “Excuse me, but did you happen to find a blue smartphone in the bathroom?”

“Holy shit,” he said. “Are you Mike Rowe?”

I wasn’t exactly rude, but neither was I the gracious, avuncular version of myself I try to be in public. “Yes,” I said. “I’m Mike Rowe.”

“My name’s Matt,” he said. “I grew up watching your show.”

“That’s nice,” I said, as we shook hands. “I’m very happy for you. Now, did you find a smartphone or not?”

“Yes!” he said. “I did! Is it yours? That’s so crazy! I found Mike Rowe’s smartphone!”

“Matt,” I said. “Where is it?”

“Oh, I gave it to the gate agent over at E5. It’s the closest gate to the bathroom, so I figured that would be the smartest place to leave it.”

I sprinted to Gate E5, twenty feet away, and there it was, on the counter next to the gate agent. I grabbed it and fought back a tear.

“Matthew,” I said, “you’re a lifesaver.”

“Cool,” he said. “Can I get a selfie?”

“Hell, if I had time, I’d hire someone to paint us a portrait.”

Matt grabbed a selfie and I sprinted for my gate, where I boarded with several seconds to spare. As I collapsed into the bulkhead, cradling my smartphone, I requested a Bloody Mary before takeoff, and got one. Now, three hours later, I’m somewhere over Kansas, pondering that which keeps us connected, and wondering if should awaken my seatmate, or try to climb over her on my way to the bathroom.

Either way, I won’t be taking my phone with me...

PS. Matt, if you’re out there, thanks again. Had I thought to grab a selfie I would have shared it here. If you see this, post yours in the comments, and I’ll replace the AI slop posted here...

[Gary Sinise @GarySinise]

Fifteen years ago today, the @GarySiniseFound officially opened for business. One donor, a few staff members, a small two room office on the set of CSI NY, a website with a new logo and a few initial programs, and a lot of running around the country to build support. The goal and mission was simple: to serve the men and women who serve our country and the families who stand beside them.

It was my hope that our fellow citizens would come together in support of this objective and I can’t thank all of you enough. Because of your generosity, we've been able to build specially adapted smart homes, support our wounded heroes, strengthen first responder communities, serve families of the fallen, and remind so many Americans that they are never alone.

Every life we've touched has been made possible because of people like you. I'm deeply grateful to everyone who has believed in this mission, volunteered their time, shared our story, or made a gift to help us serve others.

As we celebrate our 15th anniversary, I'm filled with gratitude for all we've accomplished together and hopeful for all that's still ahead. The need remains, and so does our commitment to those who sacrifice so much for our country.

Today, thanks to the extraordinary generosity of the McBunch and Jansky families, every gift will be matched up to $650K, doubling your impact.

Thank you for standing with me over the last 15 years. I hope you'll join me as we continue this mission of service for many years to come.

Donate today at https://t.co/u7xo8O8mJd

[David Jeremiah @davidjeremiah]

"The Holy Spirit will never contradict what the Word of God says. Not ever, ever, ever. You can count on it. You won't read something in the Bible and the next day get some vision from God that contradicts what the Bible says."
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The Illumination of the Spirit | Dr. David Jeremiah

[TobyMac @tobymac]

Sometimes you don’t have the words, just the feeling.

“Lord It Feels Good”

[G a b r i e l - I g l e s i a s @fluffyguy]

RT You can’t beat the energy and love of a dog. Roka was happy to see her Fluffy daddy 🐶😊