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My son Julian just released Overcome, his second album of original songs on Spotify today.
He was three years old when he first sang in front of an audience. We were attending my cousin Bob Anderson's wedding, almost thirty years ago—in a small town hall in Aylsham, Saskatchewan, now one of that province's many ghost towns.
My wife Tammy and I had been collecting old Country and Western albums for a few years by then. We listened to them in our cozy little house by the park in Arlington, Massachussetts, where we lived when I was lecturing and doing research at Harvard, and in our car, when we drove to Crane Beach for the day.
The kids (Julian and his older sister Mikhaila) were accustomed to singing along to Johnny Horton, the Sons of the Pioneers, the Carter Family—all the old greats of the genre. Julian's voice was notable for its clear tone and perfect pitch.
The wedding ceremony had concluded. We were in the hall for the dinner speeches and the wedding dance. People were stepping up to the microphone to say a few words, complimentary or humorous, about the bride and groom.
Tammy picked up Julian, and said, "do you want to see something magical? Go up there and sing 'Why don't you love me.'" He said, "Mom, you have to come with me." She said, "I'll hold you up."
They were up at the mic at the next opportunity, Tammy and our bright-eyed son, surveying the preoccupied crowd, murmuring away absently as they ate and talked.
"Why don't you love me like you used to do?
How come you treat me like a worn-out shoe?
His three-year old voice, innocent, confident, clear as a bell, rang out over the assemblage. Everyone stopped, silent, turning their attention to the pair at the front of the hall:
"My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue
Why don't you love me like you used to do?"
Cowboys and farmers and their wives and girlfriends immediately on their feet clapping and cheering. The magic Tammy promised.
He sang a lot after that. In Toronto, with an advanced children's choir that performed at Carnegie Hall and the UN. We went to New York with my sister Bonnie, my mother Beverley, and her sister Margaret—mother to the aforementioned Bob—to hear him to and his fellow choir members. That was ridiculously exciting. He picked up the guitar in his teens, and formed a small band. He started writing songs, and released his first album, Sight, in 2020.
On my last two tours, I always traveled with a musician. My son performed that role on a dozen or more occasions. His mother and I would listen backstage to the four or five songs he played, bursting with pride as he charmed the audience. I can't tell you what a privilege that was.
It strikes me to the soul to recall it.
On a couple of rare occasions he sang, to open, Tammy gave a speech to set the tone for the lecture, and Mikhaila, my daughter, handled the Q and A, all four of us in the great old theatres we were so fortunate to visit, thrilled to death to be there together, understanding the impossibility of what was happening, overcome with gratitude and thankfulness.
I can't tell you how much I love my son. He's a rock. He's great. I love his wife Jillian. They have three great kids, the grandchildren the two of them have blessed Tammy and I with.
Congratulations, Julian. Long may you play.
How does a country make itself safe and productive?
Great Britain did it with Christianity—and by executing or imprisoning the worst males in every generation for hundreds of years.
By the 1960s, the country was so civilized that policeman carried nothing but a nightstick, everybody queued without a second thought, and newspaper boxes were left unlocked on the high street.
Britain had become a so-called high trust society — less euphemistically, an honest society.
Something similar—without the Christianity—transpired in Japan.
What happens to such a country if it forgets how difficult that was to attain?
The Brits found out. And then denied it.
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"A guy looked at my airplane the other day and said I wonder how many people I could have fed for the price of that airplane...
I replied I am not sure, it fed a lot of families at the Dassault factory where it was built. I’m sure it fed a bunch of families that rolled the aluminum at the Alcoa factory. It surely fed a lot of people at the Honeywell factory where the experts built the turbines. It fed a whole company for a few weeks when I had them build me a new interior. It feeds the families of the linemen that fuel it.
That’s the difference between capitalism and a welfare mentality. When you buy something, you put money in people's pockets, and give them dignity for their skills.
When you give someone something for nothing, you rob them of their dignity and self worth.
Capitalism is freely giving your money in exchange for something of value.
Socialism is taking your money against your will and shoving something down your throat that you never asked for."
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We women live a terrifying double life. A mother will look at her teenage son with absolute, boundless empathy. She will hold him when he cries, tell him his feelings matter, and pray to God that he finds a woman who loves him for his pure heart, not his wallet.
But that exact same woman will turn around and look at her husband, who is literally someone else’s grown son and treat him like a malfunctioning piece of farm equipment if he loses his job or shows a moment of emotional fragility. We completely compartmentalize the fact that the men we drain, stress out, and demand traditional protection from were once little boys who were promised that their hearts mattered.
Look at the advice mothers pass down. It is pure, unfiltered hypocrisy.
We sit our daughters down and say: "Never settle. Make sure he is a provider. If he is struggling financially, do not build him up, leave him. You deserve a King." But if a mother catches wind that her son's girlfriend is treating him that way? If her son loses his job and his girlfriend packs her bags? That mother will lose her mind. She will call the girlfriend a gold-digger. She will call her toxic.
We are actively raising our daughters to become the exact type of women we pray our sons never meet.
I snapped this picture the other night at the end of a long day. I was tired. I was irritated. I had sent my husband a text telling him that I knew it wouldn't make a difference, but I wanted him to know that I was feeling fed up with how much he works and with all that I have to do everyday by myself. The full time job, cooking dinner, bathing kids, weekend trips without him, keeping up a home, you name it I was resenting it. I have to have these little moments once (ok several times) throughout planting and harvest season. Then this happened. He came in, fixed his plate and sat down to eat all alone. He was tired. He was hot. He was exhausted. Rather than complain, he said he was sorry I was tired and felt that way. Charlotte joined him and talked his head off and even ate most of his dinner. He didn't complain. He shared, and it hit me. Do I wish that we saw him more than an hour or so a day? Yes. But, the love he has for his craft is something to envy. Farmers work in a thankless profession. It's always non GMO this and organic that, and let's not even talk about the stress from Mother Nature. This is a man who is working to uphold 4 generations of blood sweat and tears and showing his children the value of hard work and discipline. So while I felt frustrated, I really should have felt thankful. I got to sit down to dinner and hear all the stories from the day with the kids. I got to give them a bath and hear their squeals and giggles. I got to snuggle and love on them for 3 hours more than he did. He is the one sacrificing, not me. We will keep on keeping on until the next rainy day when we get a few extra hours with our hard worker. In the meantime, the next time you slip into that comfy cotton shirt or eat delicious farm fresh food, thank a farmer. Where would we be without them?
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Someone asked a very very vital question that what happens to these ones, who never of Christianity or Islam, if they die…
I will respond in detail 👇
What happens to people who die without ever hearing the Gospel?
This is a serious question — and the good thing is that Christianity actually addresses it.
First & foremost, the Bible teaches that God is perfectly just and fair (Genesis 18:25). He does not condemn people arbitrarily or unjustly.
Scripture also teaches that God reveals Himself to all humanity, even outside Christianity or Islam.
“What may be known of God is plain to them… His invisible qualities are clearly seen from creation.” (Romans 1:19–20)
This means no one is judged for rejecting a message they never heard — but everyone is accountable for how they respond to the light they were given.
The Bible explains that God judges people according to knowledge and conscience:
“Those who sin without the law will perish without the law… their conscience bearing witness.” (Romans 2:12–16)
In simple terms:
- People who never heard the Gospel are not condemned for rejecting Jesus by name
- They are judged based on their response to truth, conscience, and moral light available to them
However, and this is crucial, good intentions or ignorance do not automatically equal salvation.
Salvation is ultimately through Christ alone (John 14:6), but how God applies Christ’s work to those without access is His sovereign decision, not ours.
The Bible is clear on one thing:
God desires that none should perish (2 Peter 3:9)
God judges with perfect justice and mercy
So Christianity does not teach:
- “They all automatically go to hell” or that
- “They all automatically go to heaven”
It teaches that God alone judges rightly, based on truth, conscience, opportunity, and His mercy.
This is also why missions matter.
If knowledge didn’t matter, Jesus wouldn’t command, “Go into all the world and preach the Gospel.”
In the end, no one will stand before God and say, “I was treated unfairly.”
Every judgment will be righteous, informed, and just.
My 6 year old learned socialism this week.
He didn’t like it.
He said, “Daddy, the teacher made us share all the candy equally.”
The next day, no one brought candy.
He said, “So now nobody has candy.”
The day after, he said, “Daddy, they told us if you have two pencils, you must give one away.”
By Friday, no one brought pencils.
He said, “So now nobody can write.”
A week later, he said, “Daddy, the teacher said everyone should get the same grade.”
By the second test, no one studied.
He said, “So now everybody failed.”
Last night he asked me, “Daddy, why do they keep making rules that make everything worse?”
I didn’t answer.
He already knew.
@swaibu_ynwa@GandaOfUganda@DanielLutaaya You're probably right. Now go ahead and construct the schools, hospitals, labs, etc; while these people construct their churches!
Do the right thing, maybe they'll learn from you!
You make good points, except when you attribute our levels of development to investment in church.
Sometimes, you sound like that neighbor who believes they're broke because you are rich.
Did you know some churches in Europe that took up to 600 years to construct?
Thank you, Dr Daniel and guess what, when your YouTube video goes up, YouTube will pay you. But even if they don't pay you, someone will see you talking about this topic, click on your account and watch your other videos about your agriculture, they will then call you up and order some eggs. In the end you will make money somehow.
Money, Money, Money. I said that thrice because that is what the world runs on. And that is why when Budonians wanted to build a church, they didn't pray about it; they fundraised because even religion can not advance without money. China learnt this fact early, so did Singapore, India, the UAE and other countries with whom we used to be broke together. Now we are broke alone. Our youths are housemaids in the UAE, our leaders get treated in India, and even simple plastic cups we import from China.
And what is our solution for our poverty, more prayers.🤔
Africa needs to wake up. We have no seat at the table. 54 countries, we have the 2nd largest population in the world but we don't have a seat at the United Nations.
Wake up, my people.
Rich countries, much smaller than us, sit and decide what happens to us without our input and you say mbu what? Mbu money is not important. As poor African countries right now, our only purpose should be to get out of poverty so we can get a seat at the table. And to be honest, it doesn't matter how many new mega churches we build or how many times we pray and fast; that money is only going to come if we change our mindset from praying about problems to getting up and working to actually fix problems.
@GandaOfUganda@swaibu_ynwa@DanielLutaaya It doesn't matter what someone is doing with their (own) money. It's not your money.
Make your money and invest in what's of interest to you. Why is this so hard for people to understand??
Our politicians are building churches, our judges are building churches, Doctors are building churches and now even the schools meant to be our sources of knowledge about new things in the world, AI and technology are also building churches.
What is wrong with Uganda?
What is our obsession with building mega temples for the God of Israel and yet the Israelites themselves are building mega Science laboratories?
Keep in Mind that this same God told us that he lives in our hearts and doesn’t even need mega temples.
This must be Dogo, someome must be bewitching us Ugandans because otherwise, how do we explain this?