When I was Muslim, I used to ask Christians:
“If Jesus was really God, why did He eat, sleep, and bleed like us?”
And honestly, I used to ask it with pride like it was some unbeatable argument.
But later I realized something:
That question was not exposing Christianity.
It was exposing my misunderstanding of what kind of God Jesus claimed to be.
Because the real question is not:
“Why would God become weak?”
The real question is:
“What kind of God would willingly step into human suffering at all?”
Islam taught me about a God who was distant and untouchable.
But Christianity introduced me to a God who stepped into hunger, exhaustion, grief, pain, betrayal, blood, and suffering with us.
And suddenly His humanity stopped feeling like weakness to me.
It became proof of love.
If Jesus ate, it means He came close enough to experience hunger beside us.
If He slept, it means He embraced the exhaustion we carry.
If He bled, it means He did not stand above suffering watching us from a distance.
He entered it Himself.
Philippians 2 says Christ emptied Himself and took on flesh.
Not because He stopped being God, but because He wanted humanity to finally see what God is actually like.
And it turns out God is willing to suffer for the people He loves.
That changed everything for me.
Because every other religion demanded sacrifice from humanity.
Jesus became the sacrifice Himself.
And no prophet in history ever claimed that.
I hired a categorically obese person to work the front desk of a gym I was a manager at in my 20’s.
I got so much flack from co-workers because this person didn’t “look healthy.”
He was delightful AF, willing to work shifts no one wanted, and genuinely smilled during the obscenely early hours we had to be there.
I stood by it because he was a great person
And then you know what he went and did?
He busted his ass after every shift and lost the weight because his job came with a free gym membership
It’s been a couple of decades and I still think about this
Because I live for the people who are underestimated and then shove all that smack people were taking straight down their throat
He still inspires me to this day
Charlie Kirk murdered.
Steve Scalise shot at.
Two Israeli embassy workers killed.
Donald Trump had attempts on his life at least three times.
Audrey Hale Covenant School, Nashville, March 2023. Killed 3 children and 3 adults at a Christian school. Trans-identifying (female to male). Manifesto showed grievance against the school and racial animus.
Anderson Aldrich Club Q, Colorado Springs, November 2022. Killed 5 at an LGBTQ nightclub. Defense attorneys said Aldrich identified as non-binary; prosecutors and many observers viewed this as a legal strategy to avoid hate crime charges. Pleaded guilty to hate crimes anyway.
Alec McKinney STEM School Highlands Ranch, Colorado, May 2019. Trans-identifying (female to male). Killed 1, injured 8 with co-conspirator.
Snochia Moseley Rite Aid warehouse shooting, Maryland, September 2018. Trans-identifying. Killed 3 before suicide.
Robert/Robin Westman Annunciation Catholic Church shooting, Minneapolis, August 2025. Killed 2 children, injured 17. Trans-identifying.
Natalie Rupnow Abundant Life Christian School, Madison, December 2024. Killed 2. Some reports indicated trans identification; this one is more contested in the public record.
Once again, this is not a both sides issue.
Love this. Fernando Mendoza publicly gives glory to God after being selected as No. 1 pick in the 2026 NFL draft.
“The last 5 months have been such a blessing from God and I can’t thank Him enough.”
“My gentle giant. My darling son. My buddy. My teammate. I believe in you with every part of me.”
Last year, Fernando Mendoza received a heartfelt letter from his first teammate — his mom. ❤️ https://t.co/aDKpXpJ4TO
@fernandomendoza | @IndianaFootball | @Raiders | #NFLDraft
"God is good."
Imagine being alone. Seriously wounded. Behind enemy lines. Deep in the mountains of Iran.
That was the reality for a U.S. Air Force Colonel this past Friday. His F-15E Strike Eagle was shot down over southwestern Iran. He ejected. And then the most terrifying kind of silence began.
He didn't panic. He climbed. He hiked up a 7,000-foot mountain ridgeline on wounded legs. He found a crevice in the rock and crawled inside. He had one weapon. A single handgun. That was it. Between him and capture.
Iranian forces were searching. Getting closer by the hour. The whole country was being told to look for him. To turn him in.
But he was never truly alone.
Back home, the CIA launched a secret deception campaign inside Iran. They spread false information that he had already been found. They bought precious time. Then they used every capability they had to find one American soul hidden in a mountain crevice in enemy territory.
They found him.
Dozens of aircraft. Hundreds of special operations forces. A massive firefight to hold the Iranians back. U.S. planes dropping bombs to clear the mountainside so commandos could reach him. The President watching from the Situation Room.
They brought him home.
Early Sunday morning, President Trump posted two words the whole country needed to see. "WE GOT HIM." The Colonel was seriously wounded. But he is safe. He was flown to Kuwait for treatment. He is going to be just fine.
This is what America does. We do not leave our warriors behind. Not in a mountain crevice in Iran. Not anywhere on this earth.
That man climbed a 7,000-foot mountain with a handgun and held on. And his country moved heaven and earth to come for him. That is the covenant. That is the promise. That has always been the promise.
Share this if you believe in leaving no one behind. This Colonel deserves every prayer and every bit of pride we can give him today.
Anonymous
I’m a school nurse. We have a rule. Kids without lunch money get a cold cheese sandwich. Nothing else. It’s policy. This boy came in one Wednesday. Sixth grader. Stomach pain he said. I’ve been doing this twenty years. I know real stomach pain and I know hunger. “When did you last eat?” He looked at the floor. “Yesterday lunch.”
Sent him to the cafeteria with a note. Told them to give him a full hot meal. Pasta. Salad. Milk. The works. Cafeteria lady looked at my note. Looked at me. Gave him the tray without a word. He ate like he hadn’t seen food in days. Probably hadn’t. Came back to my office after. “Am I in trouble?” “For what?” “For eating.” “That’s what food is for.”
Started keeping granola bars, peanut butter crackers, juice boxes in my bottom drawer. For kids who come in with headaches that are really hunger. Stomachaches that are really empty. I’m not supposed to. Technically against policy. Don’t care. Told my principal once. She looked at me for a long moment.....
Opened her desk drawer. Showed me her stash. Crackers. Fruit snacks. Applesauce. “What drawer?” she said. We never spoke of it again.
That sixth grader is in high school now. Came to find me last spring. “I just wanted you to know I’m okay. And that I remembered. I always will.” He volunteers at a food bank on weekends. Has since he was thirteen.
Best granola bars I ever bought.