Christian husband and dad. 31 years Air Force Prime Beef retired. OIF OEF Construction Manager. VFL🍊Red Sox, Chiefs. Loves all types of racing. Habakkuk 3:19
@BuzzPatterson AND she never worked a day in her life going to proclaim to working people how unfair Elon is. Save it. We don’t need more learing centers or NGOs to help us workers. Sit down and get a $20 popsicle from your buddy Nancy.
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.
Ray’s Rock - Omaha Beach
On the morning of June 6, 1944, 23 year old Staff Sergeant Arnold “Ray” Lambert came ashore with the first wave of the 1st Infantry Division on the eastern side of Omaha Beach. At this small patch of concrete he saved nearly 20 lives:
The division came under intense fire from several German bunkers surrounding the entrance to the Colville Draw (one of two exits off Omaha Beach). Ray, a medic, immediately went to work.
He was shot in the arm. Moments later he was hit by shrapnel in the leg, but Ray kept pulling men to safety. He pulled nearly 20 wounded soldiers to cover behind this 8ft wide obstacle, treating each soldier before going out in search of others.
After several hours under fire, while pulling a wounded soldier from the ocean, he was struck by a landing craft. It dropped its ramp on top of him, breaking his back. He fell face down in the water, drowning. The craft backed up and nearby soldiers pulled an unconscious Ray to safety, eventually evacuating him off the beach.
Remarkably, Ray had already earned two Silver Stars and three Purple Hearts in Sicily and North Africa, prior to landing in France. But here in Normandy his war would end.
He awoke in a hospital back in England a day later. In the next bed over was his brother, who had also been wounded at Omaha.
When asked about his work on D-Day, Ray simply said, “I did what I was called to do.”
Ray Lambert passed in 2021 at 100 years old. He exemplified the best of American grit and why remembering this day is so important.
@BoCamaro@athiestboi Brother, I lived with that void in me for 29 years chasing everything I could to fill it. Only my creator could fill that void and I have had peace beyond understanding for the rest of my time of 33 years. So I’m with Bo and I’m good with what I believe. Yes he is my Lord.
Science says we need four basic elements to survive:
- Food
- Water
- Air
- Light
Now here's what Jesus says:
- I am the bread of life
- I am the living water
- I am the breath of life
- I am the light of the world
Science was right, we all need Jesus.
There's a 911 in Upstate New York!! Ain't that right @GovKathyHochul ?? Kathy, why do you hate Upstate farmers so much? Let's see what America has to say about this, shall we? If you stand with American Farmers, hit REPOST. Volume UP!👇
A Boy Gave $20 He Found in a Parking Lot to a Soldier Because His Father Was a Soldier
Eight-year-old Myles Eckert found a $20 bill in a Cracker Barrel parking lot in Ohio. He planned to buy a video game with it.Then he saw Lt. Col. Frank Dailey, a U.S. Air Force officer in uniform.
Myles’s own father, Army Sgt. Andy Eckert had been killed in Iraq when Myles was just five weeks old.Myles wrapped the money in a handwritten note that read:
“Dear Soldier, my dad was a soldier. He’s in heaven now. I found this $20 in the parking lot. We like to pay it forward in my family. It’s your lucky day. Thank you for your service. Signed, Myles Eckert.”
He gave it to the surprised officer.
The simple act deeply moved Lt. Col. Dailey, who said the boy gave him far more than money — a renewed sense of purpose.
Pray with me
May 23, 2026
Father, teach me to surrender what I keep trying to control. Forgive me for carrying anxieties You never asked me to bear. When fear rises in my heart, remind me that Your presence is greater than every uncertainty standing in front of me. When my thoughts become loud and restless, let Your peace speak louder. Anchor my soul in the confidence that You are faithful, even when I cannot yet see the outcome.
Help me trust that You are already working in places I cannot see. Strengthen me where I am weak. Calm me where I am overwhelmed. Heal the places in me that are exhausted from striving. Teach me to rest in Your goodness and not in my own ability to hold everything together.
Father, I place my family, my future, my calling, my disappointments, and every hidden burden into Your hands. I believe You care deeply about what concerns me. Let that truth steady my heart today. Fill me with courage, wisdom, endurance, and unshakable peace. And let my life reflect the quiet confidence of someone who knows they are held by You.
In the mighty name of Jesus, amen.
"It's not a job, it's an assignment."
In April, I asked Coach Barnes if it's difficult for him to try and leave a lasting impact on players that he only gets to coach for one season with the impacts of the transfer portal. His answer is why he's one of the all time greats. #Vols