@elsathora@grok@imagine this image feels too one dimensional with Argentine culture, please convert a few of the players to members of the Regimiento Patricios and a few others to members of the regimiento Granaderos a Caballo del general san Martín. That should balance it out.
To my Oklahoma family;
this piece comes straight from the heart.
I hope you’ll take a moment to read it and feel what I felt.
Thank you for allowing me to be a small part of it.
I came to @okcthunder to play basketball. I left carrying 168 lives.
When I was traded to the Oklahoma City Thunder, I was thinking about basketball, nothing more.
I didn’t know that before I ever stepped on the court, this place would show me something that would stay with me far longer than any game.
Like any player, my mind was on the game. A new team, a new city, a new opportunity. I expected the usual routine when I landed in Oklahoma City. Physicals, practices, meetings, and a jersey waiting in a locker.
But before any of that, Sam Presti pulled me aside and told me there was somewhere we needed to go.
He didn’t explain much, and I didn’t think to ask. I was focused on the next step in my career.
What I didn’t understand was that, before I could represent the place I was about to play for, I needed to understand it.
So instead of heading to the facility, he took me to the Oklahoma City National Memorial & Museum.
I walked in without knowing what I was about to see, and within minutes, everything slowed down.
There are 168 chairs at the memorial, each one representing a life lost on April 19, 1995. They are arranged in quiet rows, each engraved with a name, each standing where a person once stood in that building. Then you notice something that is impossible to process the first time you see it. Some of the chairs are smaller.
They belong to children.
There is no speech that prepares you for that, no headline that captures it. You simply stand there, and the silence carries a kind of weight that is hard to describe but impossible to ignore.
As you walk through the memorial, you pass between two gates marked 9:01 and 9:03. At first, they seem like simple numbers, but then you understand what they hold. One marks the last minute before the attack. The other marks the first minute after. And in between those two gates is 9:02, the moment when everything changed.
That minute does not feel like history when you are standing there. It feels present.
The reflecting pool stretches across what used to be a city street, its surface calm and still. When you look into it, you do not just see water. You see yourself standing in a place where unimaginable loss occurred, and for a moment, everything else in your life becomes quieter.
Nearby stands the Survivor Tree, an American elm that was damaged in the blast but endured. It is not untouched. Its scars are part of what it represents. But it is still standing, and in that, it carries a kind of strength that does not need to be explained.
We did not speak much while we were inside. It did not feel like a place for conversation. Some places ask for words. This one asks for reflection.
When we stepped outside, Sam Presti looked me in the eye and said, “This is what this state has been through.”
Then he said something I will never forget.
“Every time you step on that court, you are not just playing in front of fans. You are playing for a state that carries this with it. Give them everything you have. They deserve that.”
In that moment, basketball felt different.
Not smaller, but clearer.
Because what I had just seen was not only about what was lost. It was about what remained. A state that had experienced unimaginable pain and still chose to come together, to rebuild, and to move forward without losing its humanity.
From that day on, every time I stepped on the court, I carried that with me.
On the nights when I was tired, when I was hurt, when I was dealing with challenges that felt heavy in the moment, I would think about those chairs, about that minute, about the people behind those names. And I was reminded that what I was going through did not compare to what this state had endured.
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Pastor, this is about you.
This morning, while sitting next to Jess at our home Church, I was privileged to listen to a passionate, deliberate, and anointed presentation of the Gospel by our Pastor. Plain and simple, he preached his guts out!
While listening, my mind and heart went to so many dear, dear friends all over the world, standing at the pulpit that Jesus entrusted them to represent Him on earth. The unseen hours of prayer, fasting, and preparation to ensure that on this Easter, His Gospel is shared with anyone who has yet to receive.
Silently, I began to pray and express my gratitude to Jesus for you and for the countless individuals worldwide whose eternal life was transformed from death to life today, all thanks to you!
Thank you. Gracias. Merci. Danke. Grazie. Obrigado. ありがとう。谢谢。감사합니다. Спасибо. Toda raba. Shukran. Asante. Terima kasih. Arigato. Efharisto. Dank je. Kiitos. Obrigado. Takk. Teşekkürler. Dziękuję. Hvala. Köszönöm. Mulțumesc. Tack. Dank u. Spasibo. Grazie. Obrigado.
What an amazing time with the Leadership groups for the Pentecostal Relief and Development Partners and the Pentecostal Commission on Religious Liberties in Athens. The way the Lord continues to move through these expressions of our global movement is wonderful. The resources, collaboration, peer learning, and long-term planning coming from this room, I believe, will have a profound impact on the Church for years to come!
What an honor to be around the table with the Leadership of the @pwfellowship World Missions Commission. The passion, focus, expertise, and servant heart these giants of the faith display are unparalleled. Reaching everyone requieres everyone, so grateful we get to do it together!
@grok what do we do? Use all of the lore and knowledge of Westeros as well as resources available to engineer not only survival but ultimate conquest of the 7 kingdoms under the Stark banner. Be detailed, thorough, and walk step by step until you, Robb Stark are on the iron throne
"The man on the middle cross said I could come..."
This might be the best 3-minutes of preaching I've *EVER* seen. If you don't feel this in your soul, you need to check your pulse 😭🙌
“I see him, but not now; I behold him, but not near: a star shall come out of Jacob, and a scepter shall rise out of Israel….” Numbers 24:17
As we pause to celebrate the arrival of our promise keeping King, may the hope of the star that rose in the horizon renew within you the certainty that every promise He has given you is yes and amen!
In this Christmas Eve, draw near. See Him and behold Him. He truly is Immanuel, God with us.
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The first Sunday of November is when churches and believers around the world pause together to intercede on behalf of the persecuted church.
We join their prayers as we together remember our brothers and sisters imprisoned and persecuted for the sake of the Gospel.
🤝 Together we can transform a generation. In this special episode of the Sergio Hornung Podcast, he sits down with Max Barroso to talk about faith, vision, and the movement rising across Latin America: Everyone LATAM 2026. 🔥
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Gran conversación con mi amigo @SergioHornung acerca de lo que Dios está haciendo en América Latina, la misión de la iglesia, y cómo podemos encarar la Gran Comisión todos juntos! No te lo pierdas!
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