Lincoln, what a time we had👏 Nebraska legends, Joba Chamberlain and Tom Osborne, made appearances in yellow. We danced, we sang, and we went bananas with all of you in a sold out Haymarket Park and a sold out Memorial Stadium.
Thank you, Nebraska💛 Cincinnati, we’ll see you next!
What’s better than a rare Super Delta formation featuring the Thunderbirds and the @USNavy Blue Angels over Washington, D.C.?
Watching it from four different views for #UFCWhiteHouse as part of #Freedom250. 🇺🇸
USA. A supermarket. I went to buy one bottle of the white sauce this nation pours on everything. I found a WALL.
Ranch. Spicy ranch. Chipotle ranch. Avocado ranch. Bacon ranch. LIGHT ranch, for the disciplined. There was a ranch labeled "secret recipe" that printed its ingredients on the back, which is not how secrets work, and I respect the audacity.
In Japan, a sauce knows its place. One dish, one purpose, centuries of refinement. Here I stood before forty bottles of the same white dynasty, each claiming the bloodline.
I asked a passing employee: which is the true heir?
He looked at the wall. He looked at me. "It's all just ranch, dude."
It is NOT all just ranch. That is exactly what a branch family would say.
I bought the original. The founding house. One honors the main line — this is not negotiable.
I also bought the chipotle. We meet at lunch. Privately. The original does not know. A man may serve one lord and still admire the ambition of the younger branch. This is recorded in many histories, and I will not be judged by a nation with forty sauces in its door.
At the register, the cashier saw my two bottles and said the most American sentence I have yet heard:
"Smart. You got your everyday ranch and your fancy ranch."
EVERYDAY RANCH AND FANCY RANCH. She understood the entire feudal structure instantly. This country runs deeper than it pretends.
A man does not betray the main house in daylight. Lunch is at noon, with the curtains drawn.
A man does not ask the dynasty to be one bottle. He only becomes loyal to more of them.
So tell me, America, and be honest with me: how many ranches live in your door right now?
Count them. Then tell me again who the samurai is.
A German visiting Auburn, Alabama, to watch Lionel Messi and Argentina play Iceland stopped at a Buc-ee's and ate brisket sandwiches on a stack of deer feeder corn.
A sentence never before uttered in all of human history.
King David’s Psalm 22 describes the agony of crucifixion, almost 500 years before it existed. This form of punishment was perfected by the Romans, during Jesus’ lifetime.
Galatians 4:4 looks like a transition verse.
“But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth His Son.”
If you read it fast, it sounds like a timestamp. But if read slowly, it is the most staggering sentence in the Bible.
‘Fullness of time’. Paul isn't saying God picked a convenient moment. He is saying God declared a moment complete. “The preparation is finished and everything I have been building across centuries is exactly where I need it to be”. God looked at human history and said: now.
Which forces the question. Why then? Why not a thousand years earlier, when Moses was fresh? Why not a thousand years later? What was so perfect about the first century?
I started looking into it and I have not recovered.
God needed a people with the theology. He spent 2000 years forming Israel; the covenant, the sacrificial system, the prophets, Isaiah 53 written seven centuries before Calvary, the framework of a coming Messiah who would bear the sin of the world. The Jews were shaped by wilderness, exile, and divine discipline, until the theological infrastructure for substitutionary atonement was fully in place.
But theology alone could not travel. God needed a language. Not a tribal dialect, but a universal tongue. So five hundred years before the Gospel, He let the Greek philosophers begin.
Heraclitus sat in Ephesus and concluded the universe was governed by an invisible rational principle. He called it the Logos.
The Stoics built on it. Philo of Alexandria stood at the intersection of Greek thought and Hebrew scripture and said the Logos was the mind of God in creation. For five hundred years, philosophy built a conceptual category it could not fill.
Then God sent a conqueror with no interest in theology. Alexander the Great wanted glory and empire. God let him want it. In satisfying his ego across three continents, Alexander Hellenized the ancient world and forged Koine Greek, the common tongue of the docks, markets, soldiers, and slaves. A language stripped of complexity, simple enough for anyone, universal enough for everyone.
The Hebrew scriptures were translated into it. The Septuagint was born. God used a pagan conqueror’s ambition to translate His own Word.
Then Rome came and paved the road. The Pax Romana. Piracy cleared. Stone highways stretching from Spain to Syria. A framework for movement the ancient world had never seen.
None of them knew they were collaborating.
Heraclitus thought he was doing philosophy. Alexander thought he was building a monument to himself. Rome thought it was building an empire for Rome. Not one of them understood they were stagehands. God was with Heraclitus in his pondering, with Alexander in his conquest, with Roman engineers laying stone, quietly requisitioning their work for a purpose none of them could see.
And then, when the covenant people were in place, the language primed, the roads built, and the category ready, when everything He had been quietly assembling was finally set, God stepped into the room they had unknowingly prepared.
John picked up his pen and wrote: “In the beginning was the Logos.”
Every Greek philosopher in the Mediterranean felt the ground shift. “And the Logos became flesh.” The category they spent five centuries constructing was not a principle. It was a Person.
The ‘fullness of time is not a timestamp’. It is God’s signature on a completed work. And the humbling thing is that this work was not built by saints. It was built by conquerors, philosophers, and emperors who thought they were writing their own story. God let them think that. And used every word. If this is not amazing then I don’t know what is.
@stAteJon@JoshuaBarzon IMHO I think the cross is most prominent in 3, which I like. Your focus goes immediately to the cross in the center because of the simple, but bold lines in this design.
Beautiful. Thank you, Jesus, for Your timely words of encouragement. “Be persistent and devoted to prayer, being alert and focused in your prayer life with an attitude of thanksgiving.”
~Colossians 4:2 AMP
Moses asked God for two things.
God said no to both.
Then Moses died.
Fifteen hundred years later, on a mountain in Galilee, God answered both prayers in front of three terrified fishermen.
Most Christians read this story every year and miss it completely.
Here is what they miss.
Prayer one. Moses asked to see God's face.
"And he said, Thou canst not see my face: for there shall no man see me, and live." (Exodus 33:20)
No.
Prayer two. Moses asked to cross into the Promised Land.
"Get thee up into the top of Pisgah... but thou shalt not go over this Jordan." (Deuteronomy 3:27)
No.
Moses dies on the mountain. Buried by God Himself. End of story.
Except it wasn't.
The Mount of Transfiguration. Christ pulls back the veil. His face shines as the sun. And who shows up standing next to Him?
Moses.
"And, behold, there appeared unto them Moses and Elias talking with him." (Matthew 17:3)
In the Promised Land. Looking at the face of God in the flesh.
Both prayers. Granted.
Not on Moses's timeline. Not through Moses's law. Through the Son.
The no was not rejection. It was redirection.
Every prayer God seems to deny, He is answering through Christ. The Mount of Transfiguration is the receipt.
The face. The land. The healing. The marriage. The vindication.
He is not closing the door.
He is telling you which door.
Through Christ. Or not at all.
Moses found out.
So will you.
Full piece on Substack ↓
[https://t.co/SVYsZfWNs9 link]
I went back to read the resurrection accounts of Matthew and John this morning and noticed something interesting. The first words out of Jesus’ mouth after the resurrection were “go tell my brothers.” And it brought me to tears.
Matthew 28:10. Read it slowly. The stone has just rolled back. Death has just been defeated for the first time in human history. The most consequential moment in the cosmos has just occurred. And the risen King opens his mouth and calls us brothers.
But Matthew alone might not stop you.
So go to John 20:17, where he tells Mary what to tell them:
“I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.”
He does not say “the Father.” He does not say “God.” He says MY Father is now YOUR Father. MY God is now YOUR God.
He rises and the first thing he does is redistribute the inheritance.
This is where most people misread the resurrection. They treat it as a power demonstration. Jesus proved he was God. Jesus showed death who was boss. And those things are true but they are not the point. The point is what he did with the power once he had it.
Because what I have learned in my few years on earth is that when men have power, the immediate instinct is to reclassify.
The people who were their peers become subordinates. The people who called you brother now call you sir. We have seen it in offices, in governments, in churches. Elevation changes vocabulary.
The higher a man rises the lonelier the pronoun “we” becomes.
Jesus rose to the highest position in the universe and his vocabulary did not change. He came back and said brothers. He said your Father. He said our God. He reclassified upward. He used his exaltation not to press us into subjects but to pull us into sons.
This is the actual consequence of the resurrection: ADOPTION. A dead savior cannot make you a son. A dead elder brother cannot bring you into the family. He had to conquer death because brothers share in each other’s life and he could not give us what he had not first secured himself.
Romans 8:29 calls him the firstborn among many brothers. Firstborn means there are others coming. You are not a spectator of his resurrection. You are its intended outcome.
The crowned King looked across the infinite chasm between his holiness and your humanity and the word he chose was not “subject.” It was not “servant.” It was not even “beloved.”
He said brother.
On the other side of death, with all authority in heaven and earth, he said brother.
So celebrate today for everything it is. Celebrate the empty tomb, celebrate the vindication of a man the world tried, condemned, and buried, and whom heaven refused to leave in the ground. Celebrate the sins that are gone and the immeasurable, uncontainable, universe-rearranging power of God on full display.
But do not miss the most beautiful thing.
He did not just cancel your debt. He gave you a name. He did not just acquit you. He adopted you. Forgiveness would have been everything. Sonship is more than everything. And he gave us both.
The risen King called us brothers. That means the Father he returned to is the Father we are returning to. That means the glory he walked into is the glory we are walking toward. That means Easter is not just the day Jesus won.
It is the day you inherited everything he won it for.
Hallelujah! He is risen.
@TreVeyonH4 Amen! The Holy Spirit reminds us who we are in Christ. “The Spirit Himself testifies and confirms together with our spirit that we are children of God.” ~Romans 8:16
🥀 Robert Stirm, the Vietnam War POW remembered from the iconic “Burst of Joy” reunion photo, has passed away at 92. 🕊️🇺🇸
Stirm was a U.S. Air Force officer who spent years as a prisoner of war in North Vietnam. When he finally came home in 1973, his reunion with his family at Travis Air Force Base became one of the most unforgettable images in American history.
In that powerful moment, his oldest daughter ran toward him with her arms wide open, lifted off the ground in pure emotion — creating the photograph the world would come to know as “Burst of Joy.”
That image became far more than a family reunion frozen in time. It came to represent relief after suffering, hope after heartbreak, and the overwhelming joy of loved ones made whole again after years of fear, pain, and uncertainty. In the middle of a war so often remembered for grief, that single photograph showed something deeply human and unforgettable.
Behind that moment was a man who endured captivity, hardship, and the unknown — and still returned home to the embrace of the family who had never stopped loving him.
🕊️ Rest in peace, Robert Stirm.
#TheVietnamWar #POW #RIP 🕊️
@Rainmaker1973 In 2020, San Antonio opened the first wildlife overpass in the U.S. for both people and wildlife, with a dedicated trail for humans and a lower, naturalized path for animals. #PhilHardbergerPark
ネブラスカ大のファンの間では、#富永啓生 人気は2年経った今も変わりないようで、会場のあちこちでTOMINAGAの30番のジャージを着ている人達を見かけました。これはほんの一部。声をかけるとみんな口を揃えて、”I love Keisei!”と言ってました。彼らの愛が本人に届きますように。
@KeiseiTominaga