Jonah Vaark ✝️

[Jonah Vaark ✝️ @jonahvaark]

@FreddyLA7 If you really want some one-of-a-kind American experiences, and you don’t mind driving, Deadwood, South Dakota is awesome old west Americana. Near to Mount Rushmore, the Badlands national park (also free this weekend) and Spearfish canyon.

[Jonah Vaark ✝️ @jonahvaark]

@FreddyLA7 Maine is beautiful and not far from where you are. Acadia national park is free on July 3 - 5 for Independence Day weekend. Lots of great scenic hiking. Bethany Beach, Delaware or Cape May, NJ are great beaches and not far either.

[Michelle Maxwell ™ @MichelleMaxwell]

✝️This song is so powerful. Truly had me sobbing. My Dad isn’t a believer and probably never will be no matter how hard I try. To think I won’t see him on the other side is 💔 Do you ever think about that for your loved ones/friends that don’t believe in Christ?

[Wes Huff @WesleyLHuff]

If I'm honest this has been a hard season for me lately. I've been struggling with trusting God's timing. I was reminded when reading Psalm 37 today that I am to be still before Yahweh and wait patiently. That Yahweh is good to those who wait for him and seek him, and it is good to wait quietly for God’s salvation (Lam. 3:25–26). This quiet waiting involves hoping in God’s word while the soul waits more intensely than watchmen awaiting morning (Psalm 130:5–6).

I was reminded that prior to preaching to thousands, for a season Peter went back to fishing after thinking he failed Jesus. That Paul sat in prison cells, Lazarus lay in a tomb, Jonah prayed in the belly of a fish, Hannah wept on the steps of the tabernacle, Joseph was locked in the captivity, and Moses stood in the fields of Median herding sheep. All before God made moves in his timing.

Times of waiting, while hard, remind us of the confidence we should have in God’s timing and character. When direction seems slow in coming, we're called to wait for it, assured it will come when the time is ready (Hab. 2:3). Yahweh himself waits to be gracious and show mercy, and those who wait for him are blessed, for he is a God of justice (Isa. 30:18). Rather than taking matters into their own hands, like I often am tempted to do, we are instructed not to repay evil but to wait for the Lord, who will deliver us (Prov 20:22).

Hoping for what is unseen involves waiting with patience (Romans 8:25), and through the Spirit and faith, believers eagerly wait for the hope of righteousness (Galatians 5:5). Waiting involves expectancy and hope regarding events and contingencies still in the future, it's the outworking of a spiritual posture directed at trusting God’s promises and timing rather than our own understanding.

Knowing all of this, writing here on X doesn't make my season of needing to wait any easier, but the consistent, inspired, inerrant testimony of scripture nonetheless gives me something solid to trust in. I am fickle, impatient, and finite. God is trustworthy, forbearing, and infinite. And his timing is right even if I don't know how or when things will happen.

[Talk Church @churchtalkative]

As Christians, we should want to see even our worst enemy get saved.

[Mr. T @MrT]

Happy Father’s Day, Every day to my One, and only Heavenly and Holy Father! My God, my Lord and my Savior, Jesus Christ! I am so Thankful and Grateful. #HappyFathersDay

[Sean Feucht @seanfeucht]

Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.

2 Corinthians 3:17

[Jonah Vaark ✝️ @jonahvaark]

@forestfrank Have you read Job?

[autocorrect2.0 @autocorrect2_0]

Lord please give me an abundance of oil in my lamp, that I not be caught lacking when You appear. In Jesus name.

[🇺🇲Wesker🇺🇲 @mr_hari75249]

He said this about witchcraft in America!?👀😳

[Achilles99 @Achill_es99]

If only this mindset was held more commonly by BOTH sides

[Jonah Vaark ✝️ @jonahvaark]

@fiago7 Hit the blue ridge mountains in Virginia and/or the Smoky Mountains national park in eastern Tennessee. Check out pigeon forge, Tennessee for some great Americana flair! Go south, in other words.

[Byron Donalds @ByronDonalds]

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.

[Shahriq Khan @RealShahriqKhan]

When I was Muslim, I used to ask Christians:

“If Jesus was really God, why did He eat, sleep, and bleed like us?”

And honestly, I used to ask it with pride like it was some unbeatable argument.

But later I realized something:

That question was not exposing Christianity.

It was exposing my misunderstanding of what kind of God Jesus claimed to be.

Because the real question is not:

“Why would God become weak?”

The real question is:

“What kind of God would willingly step into human suffering at all?”

Islam taught me about a God who was distant and untouchable.

But Christianity introduced me to a God who stepped into hunger, exhaustion, grief, pain, betrayal, blood, and suffering with us.

And suddenly His humanity stopped feeling like weakness to me.

It became proof of love.

If Jesus ate, it means He came close enough to experience hunger beside us.

If He slept, it means He embraced the exhaustion we carry.

If He bled, it means He did not stand above suffering watching us from a distance.

He entered it Himself.

Philippians 2 says Christ emptied Himself and took on flesh.

Not because He stopped being God, but because He wanted humanity to finally see what God is actually like.

And it turns out God is willing to suffer for the people He loves.

That changed everything for me.

Because every other religion demanded sacrifice from humanity.

Jesus became the sacrifice Himself.

And no prophet in history ever claimed that.