Geoffrey Denson

Belief in The Lord Jesus Christ is the only way to eternal life! Enjoy His blessings in everyday life, even in the little things.

[Jason Howerton @jason_howerton]

As Christians get more politically activated, the common retort from those who don't like it is:

"Jesus said his Kingom is not of this world. So why should Christians be involved in politics at all?"

In my opinion, to conclude we are meant to sit passively by while we cede our nation to godlessness you have to ignore all of this:

1. God ANOINTED kings and rulers to serve under His authority throughout the Bible. Sounds pretty "political." I pray for God to anoint godly leaders in our nation.

2. God sent Moses to defeat the most powerful empire in the world when that empire oppressed His people - I bet this felt very "political" to Egypt.

3. Romans 13 makes it clear that our leaders are under the authority of the living God and are commanded to be a force for good and to "bear the sword" against evildoers:

"For there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God... For rulers are not a terror to good conduct, but to bad. Would you have no fear of the one who is in authority? Then do what is good, and you will receive his approval, for he is God's servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongdoer."

I cannot read Romans 13 and conclude that Christians are commanded to do NOTHING via the legal political process to respond when we have rulers doing the opposite of what He commands of the State.

Christians in America are a powerful voting bloc. The idea that Christians shouldn't exercise that power to elect leaders who share their values is a psy op intended to perpetuate passivity. Lie from the devil, imo.

4. Jesus also called for us to be the "salt of the Earth," to slow the decay of this fallen world. We do this by making disciples, but we also do this by making sure we are not handing over a society to our children where the great commission is impossibly difficult because Christians ignored their civic duty.

5. In the Bible, God established 3 institutions for the good of the world:
– The Family
– The church
– The State (governments)

This means that a Christian man should seek to be:
- A family man
- A churchman
- A statesman

A family never gets better unless the father LOVES his family. A church never gets better unless people LOVE their church A nation cannot get better unless people LOVE their nation

(Point #5 copy/pasted from @howertonjosh)

6. JESUS IS LORD and there is not a single thing on this Earth in which He does not cry out "MINE."

[PNW Ronda @ProLifeisProGod]

The day before my ex-husband died in a shootout with police, after robbing a bank, he called me to tell me he loved me, and he asked me to look after his mother if anything happened to him.

He didn't tell me about the bank robbery, but I'd left him years prior because he'd become dangerous. He threatened to kill and rob drug mules at the border, and to rob banks for years.

At the time of his death, I was remarried to a former LEO.

My second husband and I tried to help him for years, and failed.

Despite my lack of belief that he would actually rob a bank, I gave my word that I would look after her if she were ever alone.

Throughout our marriage, my first husband kept me away from his mother, Joan, because she was 'crazy'. I spent maybe 10 hours with her over the course of our 16 year marriage. When she talked about Jesus, we left.

At the time of the robbery, almost her entire family was dead, except for a cousin. Joans daughter died a year prior. Her husband was dying in an assisted living home, across town, but inaccessible to her. Now, her son was dead.

She was in assisted living, powerless to visit her husband.

She was a lifelong, Holy Spirit filled Christian.

After the trauma of the bank robbery it took me six months to pull myself together and visit her. I did it only because I promised my ex-husband that I would.

I deeply regret waiting so long.

When I arrived at the home, and saw her, my heart broke again. She was a husk of the woman I'd occasionally visited during my marriage to her son.

Her face was puffy, her eyes red from endless crying. It took her a moment to recognize me and my fear of her hating me for abandoning her son vanished as she grabbed me and held on.

My second husband and I visited once a week for two years. We took her shopping, and for lunch. She'd been a pilot, so we took her to the mall to ride on the slingshot ride, and we took her to visit her dying husband.

When she needed memory care we visited her at the lockdown home.

We were her only visitors for a year at the memory care home.

A month before she died, they prematurely moved her to hospice. Her cousin was her guardian; I had no legal rights as her former daughter in law.

I found out she was in hospice on my weekly visit. They'd moved her to a staging room, where there was no intercom. Then, they forgot to feed her or give her water or medicine.

They literally had to find her, at my demand.

I canceled work for a month, to stay with her. If I left, they didn't feed her, or give her water or morphine.

So I slept in the bed with her. I was an atheist and hated the God I didn't believe in, but I laid there giving her water on a sponge and read the Bible to her 12 hours a day.

I'd fallen in love with her.

It was all for her, but I soon found myself weeping while reading to her. She smiled at me, and just kept asking me to read God's word.

Her cousin came the last week of Joan's life. Cheryl sat quietly in the corner, reading her Bible to herself. Cheryl wanted me to leave. In her eyes I was a heathen. She refused to read the Bible to Joan.

The home wanted me to leave, saying that Joan was 'only hanging on because she felt loved, and I needed to leave so she could let go and die.'

Two days before she passed, in a coma, they finally kicked me out. Covid hit and they only allowed one visitor. Cheryl had legal rights, so I was barred.

Years later I can see the goodness of God in all that suffering. He had me reading the Bible, loving a woman who could give me nothing.

He taught me patience, perseverance, and He showed me His word.

I will love Joan forever. I can't wait to see her in heaven. She was a blessing in so many ways.

This is her on the swing at the mall (she had to sit in my lap for safety reasons), and in my lap at my home.

I think about her every day and feel the extraordinary love of Jesus, every time.

I love you Joan, sweet child of God. Dance. Let heaven rejoice at the blessing you surely brought to heaven.

[Pastor Rich Bitterman @w_bitterman]

The Cross Still Offends

The bullet tore the air in half.

A folding chair rattled. A Bible dropped. A young man slumped sideways beneath a white event tent, eyes wide with the weight of eternity.

It was supposed to be a conversation. A “prove me wrong” segment. But this time, rebuttal came not with words, but with a rifle.

Charlie Kirk didn’t get to finish his sentence.

I got the news just before prayer meeting. I contemplated this death as I prepared to lead the saints in prayer. But I didn’t feel like praying. Not tonight. My hands were still. My mouth was ready. But my soul was pacing. Angry. Grieving. Tempted.

Tempted to grow quiet.
Tempted to sit this one out.
Tempted to wonder if any of this, faith, boldness, public gospel witness, is still worth it.

Because hatred in this country isn’t simmering anymore. It is boiling.

Europe is trembling. Israel is burning. Rockets lit the sky over Gaza again. And now, here on American soil, the blood of a Christian apologist paints the pavement of a university quad.

What do you do with that?

What do you say when courage gets gunned down in daylight?

Charlie Kirk was no perfect man. None of us are.

But he had backbone where most of us don’t anymore. He was a believer. Unashamed. Unafraid. He understood that real conversations only happen when truth is welcome at the table. And the truth he carried most was Christ.

He brought the gospel into public space on purpose. Because the gospel isn’t supposed to stay in church basements and private Bible studies. It is meant to confront. It is supposed to offend. It was not made for safety.

The Word became flesh and they nailed Him to a tree.

So of course they came for Charlie.

Of course they reached for a gun.

This is what evil does when it runs out of arguments. It doesn’t reason. It kills.

That’s the part that catches in my throat. Not just the sadness, but the strategy of hell behind it.

The Enemy wants us afraid.

He wants us to see what happened to Charlie and backpedal.

He wants the rest of us to whisper, to soften the message, to believe the lie that faith should stay private.

But Christ never whispered.

He preached in temples, on hillsides, in courtrooms, at dinner tables.

And when they told Him to be quiet, He picked up His cross.

Not a symbolic one.
A real one.
Heavy. Bloody. Splintered.

When Jesus said, “Follow Me,” He didn’t hand out maps. He handed out crosses.

That’s what I remembered tonight.

I sat in our prayer space, surrounded by saints who had brought prayer lists and worn Bibles. And I realized I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I wanted to lead them into battle. Not with banners or fists, but with open Bibles and tear-stained prayers.

The kind of war that kneels in gravel beside the wounded, hands them living water, and refuses to leave. The kind that speaks both mercy and judgment without flinching. The kind Charlie died for.

This world is not a friend to grace. But grace isn’t fragile.

“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?”

Paul didn’t leave that question unanswered.

“Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?”
—Romans 8:35

He piles up every fear you and I carry and then sets them on fire.

“No. In all these things we are more than conquerors.”

That means bullets don’t win. Slander doesn’t win. Prison bars don’t win. Death doesn’t win.

You can lose everything in this world and still walk into glory with your head lifted high. Because the love of God in Christ Jesus isn’t suspended by headlines or gunfire.

There are two worlds unfolding right now.

The one you see.
And the one you don’t.
One is filled with chaos. The other is filled with crowns.

I believe that when Charlie Kirk’s body slumped to the concrete, his soul stood upright in heaven. Not limping. Not silenced. Not stunned. But crowned.
He didn’t fall.
He crossed.

The great cloud of witnesses gained another voice.
And I wonder if Stephen met him there.

The first martyr.

The man who got stoned for preaching what the crowd didn’t want to hear.

The man who, in his final breath, saw the heavens open.
The only time in all of Scripture we see Jesus standing at the right hand of God, rising to receive one of His own.

I like to believe He stood again.

Are you afraid?

Do you feel the tremble in your spirit?

Do you wonder if it’s still worth it to speak boldly, to carry your Bible, to preach the gospel in a world that doesn’t just disagree but wants you gone?

You’re not alone.
You’re not weak for feeling that.
But you are called to something stronger than silence.

Don’t let fear become your theology.

The cost is high. But the reward?

The reward is Christ. And He’s not a concept. He’s a King.
Heaven is not empty.

It is filled with scarred saints who refused to bow to fear.
Men who were stoned.
Women who were burned.
Children who sang while the flames climbed.

And every last one of them arrived.

There is no difficulty that can cancel the promise of God.

There is no persecution that can derail your destination.
There is no sniper’s bullet that can separate a soul from Christ.

Your life is not measured by how long you live on earth, but by how much of it was spent pointing to heaven.

Paul said, “I have fought the good fight… I have kept the faith.”

Then he looked toward the reward.
Not a monument. Not a mention in history books.
But a crown.
Handed to him by the One with nail marks still in His hands.

So let me say this clearly.
We do not mourn like the world mourns.
We do not write eulogies dripping with sentiment.
We sing songs of resurrection.
We carry the banner of a Kingdom that does not tremble.

Charlie Kirk did not die for nothing.

He died carrying the same message you and I must now carry forward.

The cross stands tall.
The tomb is still empty.
And the gospel has not lost one ounce of power.

So pick up your cross.
Wipe your eyes.
And keep going.

The crown is worth it.
The King is coming.
And there’s still time to speak.

Even if they shoot.

Lord, give us courage.
And if not safety, give us joy.
For we carry not just the message, but the marks.
And You are worth every bruise.

[🦇👻🎃Samhain🎃👻🦇 @SamHain31st]

What the fuck is he saying?

[Hillsdale College @Hillsdale]

Many understand that the Electoral College is important but can’t explain why—even Americans who love this country. After watching this twelve-minute video taught by Hillsdale politics professor Kevin Portteus, one viewer commented, “This makes so much more sense now. Thanks!”

[Thomas Sowell Quotes @ThomasSowell]

You only need three questions to destroy any argument from the left.

[Vox Fern @VoxFern]

@unusual_whales The fall of Party City isn’t just a retail story…it’s a reflection of a world losing touch with celebration and connection. A reminder: nothing is permanent, even the places where we once found joy. Build something that lasts, because this is the era of reinvention.

[x @EverydayPost20]

@WomaninRedx Dogs can be smart and sweet!

[💪🎭..Rai ji..💪🎭 @Vinod_r108]

Explore Incredible Features You Might Not Have Known That Exist in Japan~A Thread 🧵

1. Japan in anime vs reality

[Jeckov Kanani @JeckovKanani]

This is the best video you’ll ever watch about vaccines!

Don’t know who this man is, but if you know, please tag him, he is a fucking legend 🫡

[Will Tanner @Will_Tanner_1]

I get that this is supposed to be a positive image showing American continuity, but really it shows how devastating to the national psyche the Depression and FDR were

A quick 🧵👇

[Patrick Neve @catholicpat]

The Twelve Apostles spread the Gospel to the ends of the earth at great personal cost.

And each (except 1) was killed for their preaching.

Here’s how each Apostle died…(thread)

[Pierre Savoie @PierreSavoie6]

@kylephelps79 @LibertyCappy Moon Landing Denial is the scared cry of a stupid little boy branded as stupid and unteachable by 10 years of meticulous school board records. His bruised ego must LASH OUT at anything Clever Kids can and have accomplished.
Denial myths all debunked here:
https://t.co/voFXamXfKG

[Michael Morelli @morellifit]

This is Toxicologist Yvonne Burkart.

She's spent years researching what's REALLY damaging our bodies.

Her message? We have no idea just how toxic our modern lifestyle is...

Here are 8 things you need to STOP doing (they're poisoning your body):

[Jack Montgomery @JackBMontgomery]

@elonmusk @andywigmore Palette cleanser: J.R.R. Tolkien personally narrating the Ride of the Rohirrim:

[※KZ🗝️ @KZXcellent]

Watching Mike go through Kingdom Hearts is the BEST.

Seeing someone figure things out and earnestly theorycraft is so awesome and his enthusiasm is so infectious.

(this was from the start of Twilight Town Day 5 in KH2)

[Shifsabre @shifsabre]

@RegLock53 @lance_olaf @DreMeMoTo @RobbsterKlaw

[King Randall, I. @NewEmergingKing]

Commanding the room with a proper introduction is key.

Our boys aren’t even being taught to say their name properly and we aim to fix that. I have them greet me every single time they see me. Building habits.

[Ian Miles @ianmiles]

Absolutely disgusting. Stealing from your neighbors is not how you should be celebrating Halloween. These scumbags even brought their kids.