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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.

Był sojusznikiem Polski jedynie w rozgrywce z kosmopolitami i centralistami w UE oraz w kwestii migracji. To było ważne, ale za mało. Poza tym jedynie pogłębiał sprzeczności - inna percepcja zagrożeń rosyjskich, różnice w postrzeganiu sojuszu północnoatlantyckiego (o roli Węgrów we wspólnocie wywiadu powstaną kiedyś studia), zupełnie niezgodna z naszymi interesami polityka energetyczna (ostatnie wyczyny i wyprawa Mola na rynek serbski w konsultacji z Rosją), pogrzebanie idei Trójmorza… Nagrania rozmów węgierskiego premiera i szefa MSZ z Putinem i Ławrowem ujawnione ostatnio (zdobyte być może przez jeden z wywiadów) są tego wszystkiego egzemplifikacją. Relatywizacja tego na polskiej prawicy antyrosyjskiej była błędem (delikatnie mówiąc). Może przynajmniej lustracja nastanie na Węgrzech i inna polityka archiwalna… Generalnie węgierska lekcja powinna zostać przeanalizowana przez prawicę na różnych płaszczyznach - od kwestii rzeczywistej jakości tego „sojuszu” po problem zaangażowania zachodnich kosmopolitów i środków w zmianę na Wegrzech, jako zapowiedzi tego co będzie u nas w 2027 r., by utrzymać Tuska z Kosiniakiem i Czarzastym przy władzy. Rok 2023 był pod tym względem jedynie zabawą… W każdym razie - dobranoc!