Being called a Christian is not just an identity or a title. A Christian is a believer in Jesus and a follower of Jesus. It is possible to be surrounded by Christianity, attend Christian gatherings, and even identify as a Christian without consciously understanding or receiving the Gospel. The Christian life begins when a person believes the Gospel, places his faith in Jesus Christ, receives salvation, and becomes a follower of Christ
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England's Bukayo Saka, Marc Guehi, Trevoh Chalobah and Eberechi Eze joined France's Dayot Upamecano, Maxence Lacroix and Jean-Philippe Mateta in prayer after the final whistle in a powerful show of unity and respect 🙏❤️
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Enjoy this beautiful review of the film, then book your tickets. See you soon! ❤️
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Even in defeat, they turned to God. ❤️🇨🇩
The final whistle blew, but before anything else, the DR Congo squad gathered together at the centre circle to pray.
Fier de ce groupe tout entier , Fier d’avoir porté les couleurs de la RDC sur la plus grande scène mondiale avec cœur et courage 🇨🇩❤️ . Aujourd’hui la déception est grande , mais l’image qu’on laisse du football congolais et africain reste plus importante .
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L'expérience a finalement eu le dessus.
Merci aux Léopards
Merci pour cette fierté
retrouvée après 52 ans.
Malgré l'élimination, nous vous célébrerons toujours comme des HÉROS DU PEUPLE🇨🇩❤️🇨🇩🥺🐆🇨🇩 #RDCongo#RDC#FIFA#London#Atlanta#Congo#Kinshasa see you in 2030
Anyone who's never experienced a heatwave in the UK thinks we're over reacting when we say how hot it is. It's not the same as other countries. The humidity is high and our houses are designed to keep the heat in. Our houses basically become air fryers and we don't have air con.
Jesus’ use of Salt and Light in Matthew 5 to define the ‘job description’ of Christians is so remarkably brilliant.
Salt and Light are two things that don’t negotiate with their context. They simply change it.
Salt works by contact, and this is not metaphorical, it is baked into its mechanics.
A life completely sealed off from the world is not a life of purity, it’s a life of irrelevance. Lot lived in Sodom. Daniel lived in Babylon. The men who shaped history didn’t find clean rooms, they became the thing that resists decay in rooms that were already rotting. The point has never been location. It has always been nature.
But contact without saltiness is just mere presence, and that is a failure Jesus already anticipated. He said salt can lose what makes it salt. Which means you can be fully embedded, fully visible, fully present in a room, and have no effect on it whatsoever.
That’s the sharper warning. Not about isolation, but about loss of substance. The danger is not the Christian who withdraws. It is the Christian who remains and becomes indistinguishable.
Light is different.
Salt hides to work. Light works by being seen. A lamp under a table isn’t humility, it’s a grave, even comical error. Humility is not the same as contradiction. Hiding your light doesn’t protect the light. It simply leaves people in the dark, and calls that virtue.
It gets a bit more interesting here. Notice that the Pharisees also performed publicly. Their works were visible, they loved seeking outward validation. Jesus doesn’t fix that by telling his disciples to go invisible. He fixes it by changing where the attention lands.
The Pharisees were mirrors. The light hit them and stopped, and that was the problem.
Jesus calls his disciples to be windows.
A city on a hill cannot be hidden. It’s in passive voice. Cannot. Not “should not.” Not “try harder.” The grammar is ontological, if the city is there, it will be seen.
Now the scale is not yours to determine. Some lights fill rooms. Some fill streets. Some reach nations. If you are measuring yourself by the expanse of your light, you are watching the wrong thing.
The metric is what the light does when it lands.
“That they may see your good works, and glorify your Father in heaven.”
The aim is not your testimony. It is his glory. If the attention terminates on you, something has gone wrong. If it moves through you to God, something has gone exactly right. In that sense, you are not the point. You are the direction.
@Uber@UberFR@UberFR_Support this doesn’t make sense.
My wife left her bag in an Uber in Paris on Thursday at 9:55pm while taking our baby out of the car. The driver drove off while the bag was still inside. We reported it immediately at 9:57pm so he didn’t have the time to pick somebody else in his car.
The next day, your support told us the driver confirmed he had found the bag (see screenshot).
Yesterday, we’re first told the opposite, that the driver “checked and did not find it.”
Finally, after arguing, we’re told that they couldn’t reach the driver and that nothing can be don anymore since they contacted him “too many times”.
So which is true?
Did the driver lie the first time?
Was the bag lost after he confirmed having it?
Or is your support giving inconsistent information?
We’ve asked for the driver’s contact to resolve this directly, no help.
This isn’t just a lost item anymore, it’s a lack of accountability. We need a clear explanation and help recovering the bag.
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.
God could have raised Jesus from the dead in 30 seconds.
He is sovereign over time. Christ could have satisfied divine justice, breathed his last, and walked out of that tomb within the hour.
The stone could have rolled away on Friday evening. There was no cosmic constraint forcing a three-day wait. God chose the silence. And that choice is itself a sermon.
We so easily skip to Sunday because we’re a culture of spoilers. We treat Saturday like a commercial break. But to the disciples, it wasn't "Holy Saturday." It was just silence. It felt like the end.
The tomb was sealed. The guards were posted. The disciples were scattered and weeping. From every observable angle, the story was over. Saturday was not dramatic, it was just quiet. And that silence felt like the verdict.
But God’s silence is never his absence.
This is one of his most consistent signatures across Scripture. Joseph rotted in an Egyptian prison for years between the dream and the throne.
Israel spent four centuries under Pharaoh’s whip between the covenant and the exodus.
Lazarus lay four days dead while Jesus, who had heard the news and deliberately waited, finally arrived to a grieving family asking why he had not come sooner.
The pattern is unbroken, God operates in the gap between promise and fulfillment, and that gap while appearing like inactivity, is actually just invisibility.
The three day wait was not a concession to time, it was a proclamation through time. In the ancient world, day three was the threshold of undeniable death. A 30-second resurrection looks like a medical fluke. A day-three resurrection slams the door. It proves the grave was truly locked before God kicked it open.
And the timing was prophetic to the letter, the sign of Jonah, the temple rebuilt in three days, Isaiah’s suffering servant assigned a grave. God does not cancel his own word. He fulfills it down to the schedule.
Interestingly, the disciples did not know Sunday was coming. They lived Saturday as though it were permanent.
Friday seemed like the final act to them. And that is exactly where many of us are right now. You received a word, a promise, a vision and then everything went quiet. You are living in Saturday, and Saturday feels like the story is over.
It is not over.
God’s activity and God’s visibility are not the same thing. What looks like a sealed tomb from the outside can be, from eternity’s vantage point, the most active moment in the history of your life. The enemy’s most determined act of sealing always becomes God’s most glorious setup for opening. The silence is not the verdict, it is gestation.
The waiting of Saturday has a shape. The silence has a purpose. And when God breaks it, He doesn’t just answer your question, He swallows it whole.
Sunday is coming. Hold on through Saturday.