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Pray for strength, protection, direction, and encouragement that can only be found when we're hungry students of the Lord.
Morning after morning, bow your head and humbly pray: "Teach me your way, O Lord, and lead me on a level path." (Psalm 27:11)
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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.
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On Friday night at Eldora Speedway, Mark Richards lost a rubber band money clip containing his driver's license, medical cards, credit cards, and other personal items.
All credit cards have already been canceled, but Mark is offering a $𝟮,𝟬𝟬𝟬 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 of the remaining contents.
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In a Roman grave near Frankfurt, Germany, archaeologists found a small silver amulet from around 230 to 270 AD.
This tiny capsule, only about 3.5 centimeters long, held a thin silver foil with 18 lines of Latin text.
It is the oldest known evidence of Christian faith north of the Alps.
The man buried there wore this amulet around his neck until the end.
Modern scans revealed the inscription, which speaks of Saint Titus, declares "Holy, holy, holy," and confesses faith in Jesus Christ, the Son of God.
It shows a clear devotion to the Lord in a time when Christians often faced danger.
This discovery reminds us how the good news of Jesus spread even in the early days of the church, far from the places we usually read about in Scripture.
As the Apostle Paul wrote in Acts, the word of the Lord grew and multiplied despite trials.
Here was a believer holding fast to his faith, perhaps drawing strength from verses like Revelation 4:8, where heavenly beings cry, "Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty."
Friends, this amulet from nearly 1,800 years ago stands as quiet proof of lives changed by Christ.
It calls us to remember that our Savior reaches hearts in every age and place.
Let it encourage us to walk faithfully, just as that early believer did, trusting in the grace of God through Jesus.
May we too confess Him boldly in our own time.
Hey @WhiteHouse I've been following Rodney for years. His org is amazing and he is a premier example of the American spirit, lifting up children across the nation and helping them become the next generation of entrepreneurs and caretakers. Make this guy your next Trump lawnmower meme!
I wonder who at The White House might be able to make this happen? This man has earned it, and what a GREAT thing he's doing for people in need around America! This is what "Love Thy Neighbor" is all about🇺🇸
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Name something that brings as many people together than a top shelf Nebraska neck warmer. So next time you see and mullet in your community, don’t be so quick to judge. Appreciate all that the mullet offers beyond pure fashion.
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Think about it. The unofficial/official hairstyle in the American country side is the mullet. Now hear me out…mullets are proudly worn by both men and women. Can found in boardrooms and bars and looks good coming and going. 😂
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While eating dinner in small town and taking it all in, I had a thought. Fine country folks, “rednecks” some may call them have been the an example of inclusivity long before it was “cool” in modern times….
Look at the date in this picture… July 25, 2015.
This was the post that started it all.
But what many people don’t know is that even before this moment, I had a simple prayer… I asked God to use me as His vessel. I didn’t get an answer that day. Not a month later. Not even a year later. It took time.
And then one day… this happened.
A simple act, pulling over to help someone in need—turned into something I never could have imagined. Looking back now, I’m still amazed at how one moment of obedience turned into a movement that has impacted thousands.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: when you ask God to use you, He will. It just might not happen on your timeline. And during that waiting season, He’s not ignoring you, He’s preparing you.
So stay ready. Stay faithful. Because when your moment comes… it can change everything.
On the night of April 1, 2025, April Marie Garcia stepped out of her home in the 400 block of Sandra Lane on Indianapolis’ South Side. A neighbor’s Ring camera captured the fleeting image: a 42-year-old mother in a black hoodie, black sweatpants, and white shoes.
It was the last time anyone saw her safe. Since that moment, April has vanished into a void that her eldest daughter, Alexis Ibarra, believes was meticulously constructed by those closest to her.
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I was raised around the church, and I wasn’t into it. I was never going to be the guy that believed in all this just because that was what was socially acceptable in my environment.
Over the years, I had gone back and forth, but it was never much of a priority. Fast forward to 2022, I considered myself agnostic and decided to get serious about figuring out a direction. I read every book I could find on the subject, the Bible included, doing my best to view all the information objectively.
Around this time, I was down bad one day and decided to say a prayer and asked Him to show me a sign. The very next day, a man came up to me in the gym, hadn’t seen him before and haven’t seen him since, he held out a shirt with the verse from Jeremiah "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to
give you hope and a future.” on it and said “I’m not sure why, but I felt called to give this to you today, he sees you”.
I get random text from my mom that afternoon, same verse.
On that same day, my Grandpa was in the hospital—the only artwork in his room? Same verse. (Found this out weeks later)
I realized that over the years I had a bad taste in my mouth about organized religion. It can be used to control and to profit, but I also realized that isn’t what Jesus wanted or taught. That is humans being human, and I came to the conclusion that it’s not right for me to let their mistakes affect the way I view Christianity.
I’m a logical dude, I get the skepticism over the subject, and sitting here today I can tell you that I never thought I would write something like this. Everyone is on their own journey, and I’m the last one to push my beliefs on someone else. I’m not trying to appear virtuous, or trying to assert myself as “above” anyone. I’m writing this because arriving here has changed my life in a way that makes it feel wrong to keep it to myself.
I don’t have all the answers, but through my own research and experience, all I can say is that I believe with all my heart and soul. God bless, and have a great weekend.