¡Que orgullo debe ser, ser salvadoreño!
El Salvador manda a sus mejores hombres a poner orden en el infierno.
Pregúntale a cualquier militar del mundo si no desearía tener a un Comandante en Jefe que mueva cielo y tierra para rescatar a los buenos hijos de su nación.
Que Dios bendiga y guíe a estos patriotas en su misión más extrema.
The little pendant glimmered in the palm of her hand. She had unearthed it from the little box it came in. On the back was an old price tag that read Walmart, $1.99. It had come with a necklace, but at some point she had separated the two. Maybe it was for her seventh-grade dance.
The necklace was long gone, but the pendant was still here in this box, next to the photo album she had been looking for. It had been years since she had seen it. It amazed her that it had survived. Survived so many moves as a child. Survived her first move into her own place with roommates, and then into her first home with her husband. And now, in the deep recesses of the downstairs closet, at the bottom of a box marked “Photo Albums,” it had sat here, surviving.
It had survived the man who gave it to her.
A simple man of few words. He took care of the entire family by operating heavy machinery, cranes and oversized bulldozers. When she was little, she would beg to sit on his lap and pull the levers, helping him dig a foundation for a basement. Sometimes he would let her.
It was just a little crystal covered with silver plating that cost less than two dollars. But it was a gift from the man she called Dad, the man who made her feel safe and beautiful.
He was gone now.
And upstairs were her own children, and even a couple of grandchildren, who had come over to watch football, eat pumpkin pie, and thank God for another good year. She wanted them to see pictures of the people they came from, the people who had loved her. And she had found this heirloom of love.
Upstairs she went with the boxes and the pendant in her pocket. The house was full of smiling people and the smell of turkey almost ready.
She called out, “Darling, come here.”
A little five-year-old girl in a princess dress ran over and said, “Yes, Grandma?”
“I have something for you.”
She carefully removed the necklace from her little granddaughter’s neck, slipped the pendant onto it, and put it back around her neck.
“Your great-grandpa gave this to me, and I want you to have it.”
“Ooh, pretty.”
“He loved me, and I love you.”
“Thank you, Grandma,” she said, then screamed out, “Mom, look!”
The pendant wasn’t meant just to survive in a box. It was meant to live around the neck of someone she loved. Someone her dad would have loved.
El Banco Mundial admite que la drástica reducción del crimen en El Salvador de Bukele dispara el crecimiento económico y la inversión en el país
https://t.co/aYvlFAYCb0
“ Si un État ne parvient pas à vaincre la criminalité, c’est parce que l’État est complice, ou parce que certaines parties de l’État le sont. Une fois que l’État se libère de cette complicité et agit avec force contre les criminels, il les vainc.”
- Nayib Bukele
A Christian home is a home where...
- the children repent to the parents
- the parents repent to the children
- the wife repents to the husband
- the husband repents to the wife
It's not a perfect home.
No such place exists.
It's a home full of repentance, grace, and restoration.
Please join me (& @DougTenNapel) in expressing our heartfelt concern about the casting in Narnia. After centuries of painful white colonial history, using a “practicing white” as a symbolic Jesus is ignorant and hurtful. It’s almost 2027. We can do better.
I reread this every year.
I cry like a baby every year.
Todd Beamer died a father, husband, and hero.
Todd: Hello… Operator… listen to me. I can’t speak very loud. This is an emergency. I’m a passenger on a United flight to San Francisco. Our plane has been hijacked.
Lisa: I understand. Can they see you?
Todd: No. There are three that we know of. They have knives — razor knives, like box cutters. Someone announced from the cockpit there was a bomb. It sounded fake.
Lisa: Your name?Todd: Todd Beamer. United Flight 93.Todd: They killed one passenger in first class. They forced most of us back. Fourteen of us here. Five flight attendants. The guy with the bomb ordered us to sit on the floor.
Lisa: Are you okay?
Todd: We’re going down… wait. No. We’re leveling off. We changed directions. We’re flying east again.
Todd: A guy named Jeremy called his wife. She told him two planes hit the World Trade Center. Lisa, is that true?
Lisa: I have to tell you the truth. It’s very bad. Both towers are gone. A third plane hit the Pentagon. Our country is under attack. I’m afraid your plane may be part of their plan.
Todd: Oh God. Lisa, will you do something for me? Call my wife and my kids. Promise me you’ll call.
Lisa: I promise.
Todd: Our home number is… You have the same name as my wife. Lisa. We’ve been married ten years. She’s pregnant with our third child. Tell her I love her. I’ll always love her. We have two boys — David, he’s 3, and Andrew, he’s 1. Tell them their daddy loves them and he is so proud of them. The baby is due January 12th. I saw an ultrasound. We still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy.
Lisa: I’ll tell them. I promise, Todd.(Lisa patches in the FBI.)
Agent: Todd, your plane is on a course for Washington. Best guess is the White House or the Capitol.
Todd: I understand. I’ll be back.
Todd: Everyone knows this isn’t a normal hijacking. We have decided we will not be pawns in their plot.
Lisa: What are you going to do?
Todd: Four of us are going to rush the one with the bomb. Then the cockpit. A stewardess is getting boiling water. We’ll take them out.
Todd: Would you pray with me?They pray the Lord’s Prayer. Then: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Todd: God help me. Jesus help me.Are you guys ready? Let’s Roll.
@EuricSanti@realDonaldTrump Euric, don't take the bait. You know he's a troll. There are more important things at hand. And our island appears white on the map while every other territory is red, so not a big deal.