There’s a reason the Book of Romans is my favorite book in the Bible.
The Apostle Paul wrote in Romans 11:26: “And so all Israel will be saved, as it is written: The Deliverer will come from Zion; He will turn away ungodliness from Jacob.”
Israel’s story is not finished. The nation that the world wants to erase, God has declared will be redeemed. You cannot have a redemption without a remnant. You cannot have a return without a people to return to. The very existence of Israel today, the most resilient nation is God keeping His word.
Zechariah 14 is unmistakable. “His feet will stand on the Mount of Olives, which lies to the east of Jerusalem.” Not a metaphor. The same Mount of Olives where He ascended in Acts 1, where the angels declared He would return in the same manner. He is coming back, and He is coming back there.
Jerusalem is not incidental to eschatology. Jerusalem is the epicenter of it. The King of Kings will reign from that city. The nations will come up to worship in that place. This is why the enemy has always wanted to erase it, why the world’s hatred for one small nation is so disproportionate to her size because Hell understands what is at stake even when the Church forgets.
Israel, like every nation, is made up of broken human beings in need of a Savior. But the promises of God do not rest on Israel’s perfection. They rest on God’s character. “The gifts and calling of God are irrevocable,” Paul wrote in Romans 11:29.
If God could break His covenant with Israel, He could break His covenant with me. But He cannot. He will not. And so Israel endures as a sign, as a witness, as a living testimony that the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob is the same yesterday, today, and forever and His word will stand forever.
And that gives me great peace. No matter what’s happening in the world.
So when I defend Israel, I don’t defend every action of every government. They have a left too, one I disagree with daily.
I defend Israel because I defend the Word of God. And I defend the Word of God because Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior and His Word is always true. Every single word. Not just the one’s people want to focus on.
I don’t know what happens in the end. I don’t know who is saved or why. And I don’t care. I know the same Jesus who died for my sins made promises to that nation and He will keep every last one of them.
They just don’t make them like this anymore.
Or do they?
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General Omar Bradley called it the most dangerous mission of D-Day. He was not wrong.
At 6:30am on June 6, 1944, 225 Army Rangers approached a 100-foot sheer cliff face on the Normandy coast called Pointe du Hoc.
Their mission: climb it.
The cliff was vertical. The Germans were at the top with full visibility of everyone below. As the Rangers fired grappling hooks upward, the Germans cut the ropes. Shot the men hanging on them. Dropped grenades over the edge onto the climbers beneath.
The Rangers kept climbing.
It took roughly 40 minutes. Men fell. Men were shot off the ropes. The ones behind them grabbed the ropes and kept going.
They reached the top.
Then came the gut punch: the massive 155mm artillery guns they had been sent to destroy were gone. The Germans had moved them inland before the invasion. The entire mission had been sent to destroy guns that weren't there.
Most commanders would have regrouped and called it done.
The Rangers fanned out. Two miles inland, they found the guns, hidden in an orchard, already aimed at Utah Beach and loaded to fire. They destroyed every one with thermite grenades.
Then they dug in. Cut off, with almost no ammunition, no reinforcements, and no resupply, 225 men held Pointe du Hoc against relentless German counterattacks for two full days.
When relief finally arrived, only 90 Rangers could still stand and fight.
Their names are carved on a memorial in Normandy. Most Americans today cannot name a single one.
While praying one day, a woman asked, "Who are you, God?" He answered, "I AM."
"But who is 'I AM'?" she asked.
He replied, "I am love. I am peace. I am grace. I am joy. I am strength. I am safety. I am shelter. I am power. I am the Creator. I am the Comforter. I am the beginning and the end. I am the way, the truth, and the light."
With tears in her eyes, she looked toward heaven and said, "Now I understand. But who am I?" God tenderly wiped the tears from her eyes and whispered, "You are mine."💟🙏
82 years ago, the heroes of D-Day stormed Normandy and showed the world what freedom costs.
They looked tyranny in the eye and did not blink. They helped save the free world.
We can never repay them—but we will always remember their courage, sacrifice and love of country.
Bill Maher: “Did you know that a black fourth grader in Mississippi is two and a half times as likely to be proficient in math and reading as one in California? Mississippi is kicking our ass in education and for way less money.”
Since 2000, Oklahoma softball was 77-0 when leading by 4+ in a Regional or Super Regional.
It's now 77-1 after Mississippi State rallied in Norman to end OU's 18-game win streak in the Supers 😮
🚨 WOW! Rep. Wesley Hunt just made the Democrats SPEECHLESS after dropping straight truth nukes
"My own father, who grew up in a segregated South, had to walk around to the back of a restaurant just to order a sandwich because of the color of his skin."
"THAT was Jim Crow, and THAT is precisely why it is so offensive to compare that era of legalized discrimination and racial terror to showing a PHOTO ID in a voting booth!"
"And it's just as offensive when groups and organizations like these manufacture faux hate and racial tension, requiring identification of vote."
"It's not oppression. It is not segregation. It is not racism."
"It is a basic standard that applies equally to every single American citizen, regardless of what you look like. You need an ID to board a plane. You need an ID to cash a check."
"You need an ID to buy alcohol. You need an ID to enter these very federal buildings. And by the way, attaining an ID in this country is an extremely low bar."
"But somehow showing an ID to vote in America is now considered to be Jim Crow 2.0. This is NOT about civil rights. This is about political theater. And the Democrat Party survives on manufacturing grievance."
🫳🏻🎤
This July 4th, America turns 250 years old.
And somewhere along the way, I think a lot of people forgot just how unbelievable that really is.
Two hundred and fifty years ago, a group of men put their names on a document knowing it could get them hanged for treason. They weren’t influencers. They weren’t celebrities. They weren’t protected by money or comfort. They were risking everything for an idea that had never truly existed before — that free people could govern themselves.
Think about the bravery that took.
No guarantee they would win.
No guarantee they would survive.
No guarantee America would even exist a year later.
But they believed future generations deserved freedom more than they feared death.
And for 250 years, generation after generation kept defending that idea.
Farmers left their fields to fight.
Young men stormed beaches knowing many wouldn’t come home.
Families buried sons under folded American flags.
Workers built this country with blistered hands through wars, depressions, disasters, and impossible odds.
We didn’t get here because life was easy.
We got here because Americans refused to quit.
That’s why it bothers me when people act like this country is just some accident that appeared overnight. Freedom is fragile. History proves that. Nations collapse all throughout time when people stop appreciating what they inherited.
You don’t have to believe America is perfect to understand it’s worth protecting.
And maybe that’s part of the problem now.
We’ve become so distracted by outrage, division, politics, and nonstop noise that we barely stop to appreciate the fact that against all odds… this experiment actually survived 250 years.
That should mean something to all of us.
Because long after politicians are gone…
long after headlines disappear…
America still belongs to the people living here, raising families here, working here, and hoping future generations inherit something worth saving.
We should still be teaching kids about courage.
About sacrifice.
About the men at Lexington and Concord.
About Valley Forge.
About the people who crossed oceans with nothing but hope.
About every generation that carried this country forward when it would’ve been easier to give up.
That story matters.
Especially now.
250 years later…
and the American story still isn’t finished.
A church in Atlanta was honoring one of its senior pastors who had been retired many years. He was 92 at that time and I wondered why the church even bothered to ask the old gentleman to preach at that age.
After a warm welcome, introduction of this speaker, and as the applause quieted down, he rose from his high back chair and walked slowly, with great effort and a sliding gait to the podium.
Without a note or written paper of any kind he placed both hands on the pulpit to steady himself and then quietly and slowly he began to speak....
"When I was asked to come here today and talk to you, your pastor asked me to tell you what was the greatest lesson ever learned in my 50-odd years of preaching. I thought about it for a few days and boiled it down to just one thing that made the most difference in my life and sustained me through all my trials. The one thing that I could always rely on when tears and heartbreak and pain and fear and sorrow paralyzed me...
The only thing that would comfort was this verse....
"Jesus loves me this I know.
For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong,
We are weak but He is strong.....
Yes, Jesus loves me....
The Bible tells me so."
The old pastor stated, "I always noticed that it was the adults who chose the children's hymn 'Jesus Loves Me' (for the children of course) during a hymn sing, and it was the adults who sang the loudest because I could see they knew it the best."
"Here for you now is a Senior version of Jesus Loves Me":
JESUS LOVES ME
Jesus loves me, this I know,
Though my hair is white as snow
Though my sight is growing dim,
Still He bids me trust in Him.
(CHORUS)
YES, JESUS LOVES ME.. YES, JESUS LOVES ME..
YES, JESUS LOVES ME, FOR THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO.
Though my steps are oh, so slow,
With my hand in His I'll go
On through life, let come what may,
He'll be there to lead the way.
(verse 2)
When the nights are dark and long,
In my heart He puts a song..
Telling me in words so clear,
"Have no fear, for I am near."
(Verse 3)
When my work on earth is done,
And life's victories have been won.
He will take me home above,
Then I'll understand His love.
(CHORUS)
I love Jesus, does He know?
Have I ever told Him so?
Jesus loves to hear me say,
That I love Him every day.
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Time to get loud for @SecRubio
If you strongly support Marco Rubio and everything he’s doing to help keep America safe, drop a “👍”
I tagged him so he will definitely see it
💥NEW: Alan Dershowitz *NUKES* notion that Dem Party is “big tent”💥
“They don’t have a wide tent. They wouldn’t let ME in! … They’re a totally intolerant party!”
“I was the most popular teacher at Harvard … Harvard will NOT allow me to speak!”
“They have a tiny, tiny, tiny tent! That’s why they’re so upset with Fetterman. They don’t want him within the party. They’d rather see him LEAVE the party.”
“Don’t say you have a big tent when you are the most intolerant group in modern American history!”
The kids are more than alright, they're extraordinary. And, incredibly, the bus driver has made a 100% full recovery.
Last Wednesday, on a seemingly ordinary day in Mississippi, a school bus driver suffered a severe asthma attack. She blacked out behind the wheel. The bus loaded with 40 children, was hurtling down a busy four-lane highway. Disaster felt inevitable.
But instead of chaos, these kids showed grit and unshakable courage. Five middle schoolers immediately sprang into action in a scene straight out of an edge-of-your-seat thriller.
A 12-year-old seized the wheel, steering the bus away from catastrophe. Another kid slammed on the air brakes, grinding the bus to a halt in the median, averting disaster. One student dialed 911 with trembling fingers but an unshakable resolve. Meanwhile, another hero-in-training searched for the driver’s nebulizer and personally administered her life-saving medication.
None of these kids waited for an adult to save the day. They became the adults right then, right there.