Remember when Vladimir Putin showed up to an Austrian minister’s wedding… after she invited him ‘as a joke.’
He brought a Cossack choir, gifted a samovar, and danced a perfect waltz with the bride.
Diplomacy level: legendary. 🕺🇷🇺🇦🇹
Christian Lebanese girls preparing Iftar for 350 people. Don’t let the media fool you, this is what true Lebanese look like ♥️🙏🏼 inshallah the people always remain united
🇱🇧 Bsharri, town in northern Lebanon
Bsharri is the location of the Cedars of God, a UNESCO World Heritage Site and the only remaining place where the Cedrus libani (Lebanese cedar) tree grows natively.
The region is the birthplace of famed poet, painter and sculptor Khalil Gibran; a museum in town honours his life and work.
Still one of the coolest moments at my church in Ottawa, Canada 🇨🇦
While filming Fatman in the city, Mel Gibson took time to attend Sunday Divine Liturgy at Sts. Peter and Paul Melkite Greek Catholic Church.
Even in a different country, he still makes time for Jesus. Legend! ✝️
I delivered pizza for 5 years. You learn a lot about people by how they open their front door. It was Christmas Eve. I was bitter. I wanted to be with my friends, but I needed the tips. My last run was to a motel on the edge of town. Not a nice place. I knocked on Room 104. The door opened, and a little girl, maybe 6, stood there in pajamas. Behind her, her dad was sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. The room was empty except for a few bags. “Pizza!” the girl squealed. The dad looked up. He forced a smile. He came to the door and counted out exact change. crumpled ones and quarters. “Keep the change,” he said. It was 50 cents. I handed over the box. It was just a small cheese pizza. “Merry Christmas,” he said quietly. I walked back to my car. I sat there for a minute. I looked at the $80 in tips I’d made that night. I thought about that little girl. I drove to the 24-hour grocery store. I bought a precooked ham, a pie, a gallon of milk, and a cheap stuffed bear. I went back to Room 104. I knocked. The dad opened it, looking confused. “delivery mistake,” I said. “Manager said this goes with the order. Bonus for the holiday.” He looked at the bags. He looked at me. He knew it wasn’t a mistake. His chin started to quiver. He didn’t say a word. He just reached out and shook my hand, gripping it hard. I drove home with $0 in my pocket. Best Christmas I ever had. The world is hard. Be soft.
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