🚨 WOW! Artemis II pilot Victor Glover spreads the gospel after a safe return home from space
This dude is a MASTERCLASS!
"I wanted to thank God in public, and I want to thank God again, because even bigger than my challenge trying to describe what we went through, the gratitude of seeing what we saw, doing what we did, and being with who I was with — it's too big to just be in one body." 🙏🏻
I don’t follow hockey, but this had me tearing up. They brought their teammate’s (who was killed by a drunk driver) kids out onto the ice with their dad’s jersey to celebrate the moment. 🥹
Indiana's band is alternating between Howard Shore's Mordor theme and Isengard theme on offensive downs.
idk if that's been a season-long thing or not, but it might be my favorite bit from this entire college season.
Daughter is 7 weeks old- she had life saving surgery day 1 of life. I spent 2 weeks standing over her bassinet in the NICU, crying in the middle of the night, asking God why this was happening to my daughter and begging for strength to persevere while working 7 days a week in the middle of the NFL season. Wife and I haven’t slept more than 4 hrs/night since Nov. Last night, while holding her at 2 am, she briefly stopped screaming and made eye contact with me and smiled for the first time. No amount of success/money/fame/worldly reward has even sniffed the amount of purpose and fulfillment that single moment brought me.
Sometimes we are tired.
Sometimes the baby messes up our whole schedule like when she got sick during our little vacation.
Or like the week before Christmas when she was sick with everyone else.
Or like right now on NYE where I’m at home with her and told my wife to take the boys to her moms to hang out with family because she’s either teething or has an ear infection (likely since she recently had a cold).
It’s all very inconvenient and trying at times. Our breaks come when she’s asleep.
I forget it all when she wakes up and gives me an ear to ear smile.
You can’t explain that love to people. It’s not possible. They have to receive it.
Love is risky. It’s rarely full of sunshine, it comes with all sorts of other things like the possibility of heartbreak.
But it’s love. What else is there.
God is love. We live for Him. He’s our entire purpose.
And with those little signs of pure love from your children, you get a taste of Gods love. A little bit a heaven if you will.
It’s worth it.
Every Christmas Eve, I think about George Bailey.
He dreamed of escaping Bedford Falls—of shaking off the dust of a small town, building skyscrapers, exploring the world. Instead, he stayed. He ran the Building & Loan his father left behind. He sacrificed his college money, his honeymoon savings, his chance to see the world, over and over, because people needed him.
By the time the crisis hits, George feels like a failure. His life looks like one long series of missed opportunities, thwarted ambitions, and quiet resentments. He stands on the bridge, convinced the world would be better without him.
Then Clarence shows him the truth: a Bedford Falls without George Bailey is a darker, meaner, hollowed-out place. The people he quietly helped, the small acts of integrity he performed without recognition, the risks he took to protect others—those weren’t detours. They were the substance of his life.
The film’s deepest insight isn’t just that “no man is a failure who has friends.” It’s that real impact is almost always invisible in the moment. The lives you steady, the small kindnesses you extend, the responsibilities you shoulder when no one else will—these things ripple outward in ways you may never see.
A strong sense of purpose doesn’t erase pain; it transforms it. It doesn’t merely explain why hard things happened. It asks: What are you now responsible for because they happened?
Faith, at its best, does the same. It doesn’t promise that everything was “meant to be” in order to make suffering palatable. It invites you to look at what has been entrusted to you in light of what you’ve endured.
George’s story reminds us that meaning is rarely found in the grand escape, but in the faithful presence. The dreams we surrender don’t always vanish—they often become the raw material for something more enduring than we imagined.
If you’re carrying the weight of roads not taken, of dreams deferred, of a life that feels smaller than you once hoped—watch It’s a Wonderful Life again tonight. Not as nostalgia, but as revelation.
You may not see the full difference you’ve made yet.
But it’s there.
And it matters more than you know.
Merry Christmas, friends.
🎄🇨🇽🎅🦌☃️⛪️✝️❤️