Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel ceiling is history's greatest artwork — but what does it actually mean?
Well, these are no ordinary Bible scenes.
And there's one key detail that everyone ignored for centuries… (thread) 🧵
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This is the bind post-Christian America finds itself in. It can no longer appeal to a Creator as the author of its citizens’ rights, so has to pretend that these rights somehow have an inherent existence: a notion requiring no less of a leap of faith than does belief in God
7. Yukio Shige
Yukio is a retired police officer.
Rather than spend his retirement relaxing -- he spent it in the notorious suicide location: Tōjinbō cliffs
He's prevented an estimated 789 suicides with his binoculars, attention to detail and empathy.
FORTY YEARS ago the enemy thought he had delivered a knockout punch to my family & our legacy.
My father was drinking daily & left my mom for another woman.
She was pregnant with me & my sister was only 4.
EVERYONE including most of my mom’s family told her to leave that scumbag.
Instead my mom prayed & prayed.
She not only prayed but she CHANGED TOO & went all in on Jesus.
When my dad would come around he started noticing a huge difference.
He asked her about this Jesus & decided to try on his own.
He swapped an alcohol addiction for a fitness addiction.
He swapped the life of the party guy for a strong present dad.
My mom & him reconciled shortly after I was born.
•He never drank a drop of alcohol from 26-60.
•He coached all my youth sports teams.
•He led & taught Sunday school.
•He helped build a gym & mentors youth there.
•He & my mom celebrated 46 years of marriage together this year.
I SERVE THE GOD OF RESTORATION.
It’s why I never believe it’s TOO LATE, IT’S HOPELESS & your best days are behind you.
With ONE DECISION & ONE PRAYER you can change your life at any moment.
Friend,
The enemy may have had your PAST,
But the LORD can reclaim your FUTURE!
Take the first step back today. ❤️🙏
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My adoption story isn't unique, but it is my story.
My biological mother was an exotic dancer and drug user in Seattle. In fact, my biological father was one of her clients. She was young and struggling to survive in the 60's, and became pregnant with yours truly. She used drugs her entire pregnancy which meant I was in NICU detoxing when I was born. But instead of having an abortion, which was a very real option for her, she decided to have me and put me up for adoption.
My mom and dad moved from Iowa with my two sisters in the mid 60's to Seattle for my father's work. My sisters were 7 & 8 years old at the time they decided to adopt another. My mother contracted polio when she was 4 and her two pregnancies were very hard on her body, so adoption was the only option. I was in an orphanage on Queen Anne Hill in Seattle when my mom and dad visited me at 4 months old. As the story is told, my father picked me and I gave him a huge smile, he became teary eyed, looked at my mom and said, "This is my boy." The rest is, as they say, history.
Interestingly, my mother was also adopted, and understood the complexities of being an adopted child. I never felt adopted. I've only known my family as my family. I grew up with amazingly loving parents, and never, not once, wondered if I was loved. In fact, my sisters would argue I was spoiled because I was adopted. In fact, when I was 7 my sisters told me I was adopted. The reason they gave was heartbreaking to a 7 year old. They said, "Your real mom and dad wanted to go camping and didn't want to take you so they dropped you off at an orphanage." Needless to say, I began crying, ran to my mom and asked, "Is it true I was adopted and my mom and did didn't want to take me camping?" To which my mother replied, "It's not true they wanted to go camping. It is true that you were adopted. But..." she said as she leaned closer, "We had to take whatever came out with your sisters. We got to choose you!"
That early imprint memory of being chosen by parents who were under no moral obligation to adopt anyone, let alone the other 20+ children in orphanage, helped me understand the gospel 28 years later when I came to Christ. That I was loved by a Father who chose me out of sheer and utter grace. Who looked at me and said, "This is my boy." purely out of love. Is why I think adoption is a glorious display of what God has done for us in Christ, and why those who have adopted or been adopted understand something others may only experience as an abstract theological concept: Sovereign grace.