Every time I hear the gospel presented it breaks me up.
A perfect and Holy God coming to reconcile a sinful and fallen man back to Him is so antithetical to everything we believe about relationships.
I hope I never treat it as normal. #GreatGrace
Vile. In one breath claiming Christ and in the next denigrating his creation. We as a nation should be ashamed of what we have allowed to rise to power in this nation and we as believers should be incensed with this being associated with us.
Josh Hokit just called Michelle Obama “a man” on the mic after winning at UFC Freedom 250.
HOKIT: “Hey, shout out to Trump for having the balls to put some sh*t like this on!”
“And if I’m going to say anything, there’s only person more incredible than the Incredible Hulk and that’s my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ...”
“And lastly, Michelle Obama is a MAN!!”
“Am I right America?!”
Isn’t it just like God to raise @BenSasse to the highest places of power in our nation so that many years later he can use that platform he gave to testify of His glory to this generation.
What a faithful witness he has been these last few months.
Tony Dungy’s dad would always tell his kids “If they don’t want you to fly, sometimes you have to teach yourself.” It wasn’t until his funeral that they finally found out why. ✈️ 🔥
Watch the full conversation with Coach @TonyDungy here https://t.co/HxjX1UNimO
Yaxel Lendeborg's first season at Arizona Western College (JUCO) was in 2020-21.
Amari Allen, the player guarding Yaxel, was in 8th grade at that time.
"Honestly, I kinda felt a little disrespected having a freshman guarding me... I think that's the first time I've made somebody fall since like middle school." - Yaxel Lendeborg on his stepback three in Michigan's win over Alabama
@ChrisCillizza Praying for you, as you seek to know the one who has known you before the beginning of time.
Let me recommend Acts 17.
“that they should seek God, and perhaps feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us,”
Acts 17:27
“A well-lived life demands more reality — stiffer stuff. That’s why, during advent, even while still walking in darkness, we shout our hope — often properly with a gravelly voice soldiering through tears.”
A leader, a statesman, a man of distinction but most importantly; a brother who has found eternal hope in Jesus.
My prayers are with Ben, the Sasse family, and our nation as we lose yet another great leader.
Friends-
This is a tough note to write, but since a bunch of you have started to suspect something, I’ll cut to the chase: Last week I was diagnosed with metastasized, stage-four pancreatic cancer, and am gonna die.
Advanced pancreatic is nasty stuff; it’s a death sentence. But I already had a death sentence before last week too — we all do.
I’m blessed with amazing siblings and half-a-dozen buddies that are genuinely brothers. As one of them put it, “Sure, you’re on the clock, but we’re all on the clock.” Death is a wicked thief, and the bastard pursues us all.
Still, I’ve got less time than I’d prefer. This is hard for someone wired to work and build, but harder still as a husband and a dad. I can’t begin to describe how great my people are. During the past year, as we’d temporarily stepped back from public life and built new family rhythms, Melissa and I have grown even closer — and that on top of three decades of the best friend a man could ever have. Seven months ago, Corrie was commissioned into the Air Force and she’s off at instrument and multi-engine rounds of flight school. Last week, Alex kicked butt graduating from college a semester early even while teaching gen chem, organic, and physics (she’s a freak). This summer, 14-year-old Breck started learning to drive. (Okay, we’ve been driving off-book for six years — but now we’ve got paper to make it street-legal.) I couldn’t be more grateful to constantly get to bear-hug this motley crew of sinners and saints.
There’s not a good time to tell your peeps you’re now marching to the beat of a faster drummer — but the season of advent isn’t the worst. As a Christian, the weeks running up to Christmas are a time to orient our hearts toward the hope of what’s to come.
Not an abstract hope in fanciful human goodness; not hope in vague hallmark-sappy spirituality; not a bootstrapped hope in our own strength (what foolishness is the evaporating-muscle I once prided myself in). Nope — often we lazily say “hope” when what we mean is “optimism.” To be clear, optimism is great, and it’s absolutely necessary, but it’s insufficient. It’s not the kinda thing that holds up when you tell your daughters you’re not going to walk them down the aisle. Nor telling your mom and pops they’re gonna bury their son.
A well-lived life demands more reality — stiffer stuff. That’s why, during advent, even while still walking in darkness, we shout our hope — often properly with a gravelly voice soldiering through tears.
Such is the calling of the pilgrim. Those who know ourselves to need a Physician should dang well look forward to enduring beauty and eventual fulfillment. That is, we hope in a real Deliverer — a rescuing God, born at a real time, in a real place. But the eternal city — with foundations and without cancer — is not yet.
Remembering Isaiah’s prophecies of what’s to come doesn’t dull the pain of current sufferings. But it does put it in eternity’s perspective:
“When we've been there 10,000 years…We've no less days to sing God's praise.”
I’ll have more to say. I’m not going down without a fight. One sub-part of God’s grace is found in the jawdropping advances science has made the past few years in immunotherapy and more. Death and dying aren’t the same — the process of dying is still something to be lived. We’re zealously embracing a lot of gallows humor in our house, and I’ve pledged to do my part to run through the irreverent tape.
But for now, as our family faces the reality of treatments, but more importantly as we celebrate Christmas, we wish you peace: “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned….For to us a son is given” (Isaiah 9).
With great gratitude, and with gravelly-but-hopeful voices,
Ben — and the Sasses
@BenSasse My prayers are with you Ben, your family, and our nation as we lose yet another great leader.
Thank you for reminding us of the eternal hope we have in Jesus that even in the most terrible of circumstances we can stand resolved in.
The era of long form interviewing is fascinating. We live in the TikTok era but the most sought after content is long form. There is something to that, that can be applied to church as well.
People are hungry for information; just a question of where they are going to get it.
Alabama QB Ty Simpson:
"We know we're the best offense in the country, and when we don't show it, it's very frustrating...Credit to Georgia's defense."