You know the good thing? I’m not you. You have a lot of opinions and none of them are grounded in anything but your rage and disappointment.
You know nothing about me or my story. You took whatever pain you’ve experienced or afflicted and that’s the only lens you view the world from. I would imagine you’re one of those guys who loves to talk to everyone about truth, but what you generally mean by truth is your opinion stated strongly and confidently.
You exhibit no humility. People like you shouldn’t be anywhere near leadership, but you should definitely get close to Christianity.
I just wanna point out that I know addiction, I know addicts, I know recovering addicts and @HunterBiden moves me.
I’m going to continue praying for him and being grateful for the example and attitude he offers all those who struggle with addiction.
The dragon of addiction is real and is never slain by an army of one.
PS: I know the politically obsessed will wander into my timeline and go nuts about this post.
I promise you don’t have to.
Good morning X family. Just received news that my beloved Mother passed away this morning. Thankfully I was able to be with her yesterday. Please say a prayer for her and my family. Thank you✝️😞❤️
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.
Catholic priest Charles Trullols of the Catholic Information Center will bless America with the Holy Eucharist from the Washington Monument tonight
Info: CIC website
Well...I gotta tell ya something....
Had my Oncology appointment on Wednesday. I haven't been here as the news was bad-very bad. I'm disappointed with it.
That Colon Cancer?
The MD found that it has spread to my Lungs...I am heartbroken too. Gotta put my big girlie drawers on++
proddin me, now this. If i wasnt such a FAT HEADED MICK!I'd blow this popsicle joint! Why can't I just roll over n play dead??? We ALL know that ain't gonna happen so I shall carry on in my quest to conquer these demons! Ofcourse ill soothe my frayed nerves with TJMAXX MARSHALLS
Get my Irish up to have a bloody good donneybrook!!! After Radiation ALOT!of Chemotherapy plus major Surgery some less than stellar results intermittent in hospital stays countless!!!!!!! Needle sticks MD visits etc etc etc a smorgasbord of various medical specialists pokin n +++
We had a power outage in our city yesterday.
It appears the surge of power took the life of our coffee maker.
“The second of two coffee makers occupying the directory, Keurig lived along and faithful life
Known not for particularly great coffee, but for speed of caffeine delivery, Keurig brewed a fresh pot every morning at 5:50 AM without fail.
Family and friends will gather to celebrate the life of Keurig.
In lieu of flowers, the family is asking for prayers as they endure this difficult time, equal to the suffering of the third century Christian Martyrs.”