Christy Ray

[Christy Ray @ChristyMooreRay]

@BradLoganCOTE We should so be there!

[Shane Pruitt @shane_pruitt78]

The Church must:

- Make disciples,
not consumers.
- Preach the Bible,
not opinions.
- Plan theological worship services,
not theatrical ones.
- Make Jesus famous,
not ourselves.
- Expand God’s Kingdom,
not our brand.
- Be ambassadors of Christ,
not causes.

[The Walk @accessthewalk]

One Christlike Decision ✝️

Ole Miss Rebels OT Diego Pounds shares he grows closer to Jesus!

[The Walk @accessthewalk]

Carolina ➡️ Ole Miss

Ole Miss Rebels OT Diego Pounds shares when be realized why he came to Ole Miss!

[Christy Ray @ChristyMooreRay]

@HeismanTrophy I want to vote for #TrinidadChambliss

[Christy Ray @ChristyMooreRay]

@SECNetwork concerning Lane Kiffin entertaining going to greener pastures…

My husband has always said, “The reason why the grass is always greener on the other side is because there’s always a leaking septic tank!”
#SECThismorning

[Jon Root @JonnyRoot_]

“I praise the Lord whenever I miss & whenever I make. You praise Him in the highs as well as the lows. That's what I'm going to continue to do. He's the reason I'm on that field.”
- Auburn K Alex McPherson (6/6 in today’s W vs Arkansas) in response to @stoolpresidente’s criticism last week

🎥: @aldotcomTigers

[Ole Miss Women's BB @OleMissWBB]

Embrace the attitude of GIVING.

@YolettMcCuin x #Give

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[Doreen Virtue @DoreenVirtue]

Studying the Bible is non-negotiable. Don’t rely on movies, devotional books, or popular “Christian” song lyrics to tell you who Jesus is. Read the Bible daily, even if you’re tired, bored or busy.

[Jamie Bambrick @j_bambrick]

My dear American friends,

We British Christians would get excited when, once a year, Queen Elizabeth would make a mild but sincere reference to the love of Jesus Christ in her Christmas address.

In Charlie Kirks' Memorial service, watched by tens of millions, I just heard:
- Multiple clear presentations of the gospel from men like @robmccoyus and @DrFrankTurek with clear calls to repentance and faith
- Worship songs full of Scripture sung by tens of thousands live and millions at home
- Personal testimonies of lives transformed by the work of Christ and the witness of believers
- Demonstration and explanation of the value of marriage, child-rearing and family
- Calls to Romans 13 for the government to bear the sword for the protection of good and punishment of the wicked
- Declarations of spiritual warfare on the forces of evil and promises to endure no matter the cost
- Calls to be prophets and call the nation to repent
- More Scripture references and Bible readings than I can count
- And a widow publicly forgiving her husband's killer because Christ forgave his killers on the cross.

All of it done before, and by, the most powerful people in your nation and the world.

You guys should be on your knees thanking God for your country. It is a light to the world.

Never stop fighting for it.

[Shane Pruitt @shane_pruitt78]

One of the biggest issues in the church today is people thinking their opinions outrank Scripture.

[Christian Tweets @JesusSavesUs777]

I wish people didn't say the F word so casually.

[Mike Stone @PastorMikeStone]

I wish we could go back to the days when dropping the “F Bomb” wasn’t socially acceptable.

[Richard Ross @richardaross]

Parents
Intelligent professors and activists will spend 4 years working to dismantle your child’s faith. 

If your faith is shallow, you don’t teach truth at home, and your family misses church a good bit—they’ll likely succeed. 

What changes would King Jesus call you to make?

[Christy Ray @ChristyMooreRay]

@EverythingRebs Completely agree! Whatever the music it was screeching loud between everything! Totally unnecessary! We have the largest band ever & they’re really good…they should be playing & through the sound system in the stadium.
Concession prices also ridiculous!