Some days on X are nastier than others and you just feel the weight of it.
Then I came across this amazing - TRULY amazing! - testimony of a sister facing unthinkable grief with a faith that could only be granted by God. To imagine what she is going through right now while the online wars rage about The Current Thing…it just puts it all into perspective.
She is due with her deceased husband’s baby in a matter of months, her jaw is wired shut from her own injuries, she is laying her firstborn son to rest, and yet she praises the Lord and declares His story with power and eloquence.
If you observe anything on X today, let it be this.
CT editors (Nov. 6, 1970): “It is always wrong to gossip about things we know to be untrue. This is lying. It is equally wrong to gossip about things of which we are not certain. This is pawning the truth. And it is also wrong to spread damaging information that we know to be true, unless there are compelling reasons for doing so.”
Arm yourself today with the joy of the Lord and the pleasures of God. Make lists of all the true, lovely, and praiseworthy things, so that as you face a dark world full of trouble, you will not miss the One who holds it all and is ruling over it all for His glory and our good.
My tribute to fellow pastor, former @BCS_MN seminarian, former @NorthChurchMN ministry assistant, and beloved father, husband, and friend, Stephen Clayton: https://t.co/6wVAPxPwCk
Pray for Katie, John, and their families.
https://t.co/cRFLakI1on
Two of my former @BCS_MN students were in a tragic car accident this week: Stephen Clayton (MDiv '24) and Katie O'Shea Clayton (BA '25). Stephen and his son David are with the Lord. Please pray for Katie and John (her 11-month-old son) and her unborn child. Here's an opportunity to help a widow in her affliction (James 1:27):
https://t.co/PiJoBpmeuc
Stephen was one of the finest men I helped to train—above-reproach character and highly competent. He came to my home on Saturday mornings to work out probably over 100 times. (We did a lot of weighted Murphs together.) I last talked to him when he attended our church's conference on the home nearly two months ago. He was full of joy and courage as he served as a lead pastor. He was a good man. He faithfully finished his race—far sooner than we expected.
God is meticulously sovereign over a bouncing trailer tire. I think of Sarah Edwards’s letter to her daughter Esther shortly after Jonathan Edwards died from a smallpox inoculation:
“My very dear child, What shall I say? A holy and good God has covered us with a dark cloud. O that we may kiss the rod, and lay our hands on our mouths! The Lord has done it. He has made me adore his goodness, that we had him so long. But my God lives; and he has my heart. O what a legacy my husband, and your father, has left us! We are all given to God; and there I am, and love to be.”
If Charlie could return again and again to the campuses where he was hated and mocked and continue to meet hostility with courage and an invitation to dialogue…
If Stephen could be stoned to death and, with his final breaths, cry out to God, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them”…
If Christ could hang on the cross and pray, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do”…
Then I can surrender all the anger, and pure disgust that I feel at seeing this to a just and holy God and pray instead for the repentance and salvation of the people who carry out, mock, and celebrate these evil acts.
Lord, help our Country. Open their eyes. Break their hearts. Save them.
I was a sophomore in college when 9/11 happened. My majors were lit/writing and political science. The next semester I decided to write a persuasive essay on why Islam was incompatible with democracy of the American variety and why our form of gov’t couldn’t take root in Islamic countries—the idea was that our political freedoms were born of Christianity. My professor told me my premise was so bad and wrong that it was a waste of time to write the paper. He also tried to humiliate me as a bigot in front of the class. This was at a Christian liberal arts school and he was considered a conservative prof. He wanted me to say Islam was a religion of peace and only perversions of Islam were violent, likening it to bad actors in Christianity. That was wrong then and now—it is exactly the opposite. I took the hit on my grade and wrote the paper anyway. I cried over the public humiliation and the bad grade. But 25 years later and I wouldn’t change the premise, just how much I cared what the prof and my classmates thought of me.
Charlie inspired us, even those of us in the cheap seats. It wasn't a sentimental inspiration, but one that required action. Here's my tribute to a man in the arena. 👇