To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ.
I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones.
I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them.
One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.”
It knocked me back.
I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?”
I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running.
That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there.
I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there.
I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace.
People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him.
I'm here to tell him: that's a lie.
In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after.
The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are.
You just have to stop running.
82 years ago today, nearly 160,000 Allied troops stormed the beaches of Normandy on D-Day, launching the liberation of Europe.
We are free because they were brave. 🇺🇸
Thank you to all who fought and sacrificed in freedoms defense all those years ago. Incredible footage here. Blessed that both my uncles survived and will never forget the over 400,000 who did not come home.
Yesterday ended up being a bit deflating, but I remain hopeful that Lucy will be home soon. My attorney actually told me on Thursday that Lucy may have been released as soon as that afternoon, but as Friday afternoon rolled into evening, I started to realize that they weren't going to let her out until Monday at the earliest.
It feels like they are just trying to twist the knife one last time. They may be the case, but I'm not completely sure. It could just be that government is doing what government does all the time: move at the glacial speed of bureaucracy.
That animal welfare check, however, seemed perfectly timed to send us a message - we may have won this round, but they aren't going to stop.
Using social media to expose their machinations to the light is good, but I plan to start taking concrete, legal steps to stop this bullying on Monday.
The law in this country should not be a tool to advance only the interests of the well-connected.
It's frustrating as we go into this weekend, but I look to Monday for good news.
Meanwhile, #SaveLucy is still trending.
Can we all wish @BasedMikeLee a happy birthday?
I first met Senator Lee in February & — with the exception of a few other Senators —
no one has done more to advance the SAVE America Act.
Senator Lisa Murkowski is the ONLY Republican Senator that did NOT vote to fully fund DHS & ICE.
Alaska, you can defeat Ranked Choice Voting this November by voting ✅ YES
“Vote YES to end the MESS.”
As I explained in my summation speech on the SAVE America Act during tonight’s vote-a-rama, when we fail to stop noncitizens from voting, we deprive U.S. citizens of their sacred right to vote.
Enough delay.
Enough distraction.
Enough excuses.
Pass the SAVE America Act.
This is inexcusable — the SAVE Act is common-sense legislation supported by the American people. I was proud to fight for it in the House.
These are basic election integrity safeguards that many other countries already have.
We will continue fighting for REAL election integrity.
When I visit South Dakota at the end of the month, I’m looking to hire field staff.
If Senate Majority Leader Thune won’t give us the SAVE America Act,
he will have a Texas-sized primary in 2028.
I’ll also be meeting with donors to fund this statewide operation.
Disappointed to see Democrats once again fail the American people.
The SAVE America Act was a commonsense measure to strengthen confidence in our elections.
I just cosigned to add the SAVE AMERICA Act to the DHS funding bill.
By voting against this amendment, Democrats will be on the record supporting non-citizens voting in our elections and gender mutilation on minors.
There’s NO valid argument against the SAVE America Act.
My bill would make it easy to vote.
And hard to cheat.
As soon as DHS is fully funded (as it should be within 48 hours), the Senate should resume consideration of it—and stay on the bill until it passes.
Pass it on.