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Christian, wife, mom, dog mom, lover of wine.

[Jared Dillian @dailydirtnap]

I have many more issues with Ilhan Omar being worth $30 million than Elon being worth a trillion.

[Jason Cohen 🇺🇸 @JasonJournoDC]

💥NEW: Stephen A. Smith: “I would give anything to be able to say something definitively in Karmelo Anthony’s defense. If there was a shred of innocence to the incident itself, I would say so. I don’t want to see another black young man going to jail.”

“But I don’t give a d*mn about what your race or ethnicity is. Just because you’re white and young doesn’t mean you deserve to be m*rdered. And just because you’re black and young … doesn’t give you a license to m*rder someone.”

“That’s what happened.”

[Natalie F Danelishen @Chesschick01]

Bernie Sanders and AOC haven't created a single millionaire.

Elon just created 4,400 millionaires.

Socialism vs. Capitalism

[Mike Netter @nettermike]

This article was written by a 26 yr old college student by the name of Alyssa Ahlgren, who's in grad school for her MBA. What a GREAT perspecitve..👍🏽

My Generation Is Blind to the Prosperity Around Us!
I'm sitting in a small coffee shop near Nokomis (Florida) trying to think of what to write about. I scroll through my newsfeed on my phone looking at the latest headlines of presidential candidates calling for policies to "fix" the so-called injustices of capitalism. I put my phone down and continue to look around.

I see people talking freely, working on their MacBook's, ordering food they get in an instant, seeing cars go by outside, and it dawned on me. We live in the most privileged time in the most prosperous nation and we've become completely blind to it.

Vehicles, food, technology, freedom to associate with whom we choose.These things are so ingrained in our American way of life we don't give them a second thought.

We are so well off here in the United States that our poverty line begins 31 times above the global average. Thirty One Times!!!

Virtually no one in the United States is considered poor by global standards. Yet, in a time where we can order a product off Amazon with one click and have it at our doorstep the next day, we are unappreciative, unsatisfied, and ungrateful. ??

Our unappreciation is evident as the popularity of socialist policies among my generation continues to grow. Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez recently said to Newsweek talking about the millennial generation, "An entire generation, which is now becoming one of the largest electorates in America, came of age and never saw American prosperity."

Never saw American prosperity! Let that sink in.

When I first read that statement, I thought to myself, that was quite literally the most entitled and factually illiterate thing I've ever heard in my 26 years on this earth. Many young people agree with her, which is entirely misguided.

My generation is being indoctrinated by a mainstream narrative to actually believe we have never seen prosperity. I know this first hand, I went to college, let's just say I didn't have the popular opinion, but I digress.

Why then, with all of the overwhelming evidence around us, evidence that I can even see sitting at a coffee shop, do we not view this as prosperity? We have people who are dying to get into our country.

People around the world destitute and truly impoverished. Yet, we have a young generation convinced they've never seen prosperity, and as a result, we elect some politicians who are dead set on taking steps towards abolishing capitalism.

Why? The answer is this,?? my generation has only seen prosperity. We have no contrast. We didn't live in the great depression, or live through two world wars, the Korean War, The Vietnam War or we didn't see the rise and fall of socialism and communism.

We don't know what it's like to live without the internet, without cars, without smartphones. We don't have a lack of prosperity problem. We have an entitlement problem, an ungratefulness problem, and it's spreading like a plague."

[Brandon Gill @realBrandonGill]

The SPLC said that "restricting and banning abortion is a tool the far-right uses to maintain white supremacy."

I asked the President of the SPLC if he thinks that pro-lifers are white supremacists.

And then reminded him that nearly half of all babies killed in the womb are black.

[Josh Howerton @howertonjosh]

When God decided not to answer my most desperate prayer many years ago, I used to ask, "Why God?"

After seeing His plan materialize, I never ask that question anymore. Thank God for unanswered prayers.

[Andrew Daub @TheResoluteLife]

“More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope.” - Romans 5:3-4

Last week a story went viral that says a difficult life isn’t worth living. I want to offer a different perspective:

The Hard Road Is The Point.

There’s a growing lie baked into modern culture that life is supposed to be smooth. Convenient. Perfect. That if things are difficult, something’s gone wrong. That suffering is a malfunction, not a feature.

So people spend their lives optimizing for comfort. Avoiding friction and inconvenience. Looking for the shortcut, the hack, the easier path.

And they miss the whole point.

The beauty of a life well-lived isn’t found despite the struggle - it’s forged inside it. Character doesn’t grow in comfort. It grows under pressure, strain, stress and adversity. Gratitude doesn’t come from ease. It comes from having walked through something hard and making it to the other side.

The ancient understanding - the one we’ve traded for comfort - is that suffering carries meaning. That the valley isn’t a detour. It is the journey.

Truth is, when you strip away the hard parts, you don’t get a better life. You get a shallow one.

Because the rough road isn’t a sign you’re doing it wrong.

It might be the surest sign you’re doing it right.

My son Iron Will has Down syndrome. He spent his earliest months in a walker just to build the strength to stand. Every step was a fight. Every inchstone and milestone was hard won. And watching him work, really work, for things that come effortlessly to other kids didn’t break my heart. It expanded it. Because what I saw wasn’t limitation. I saw determination unencumbered by societal expectations. I saw joy that doesn’t depend on easy. I saw a little boy who gets up every single time, grins, and goes again on his own terms, at his own pace.

My brave little son didn’t teach me about suffering. He taught me what it looks like to pursue life fully - without fear, without shortcuts, and without ever being told what he can’t do.

When we decide a life will be too hard before it begins - based on the inherent limitations of our mortal understanding - we end a story before it ever has the chance to be written.

We will never tell Iron Will, or any of our children, that the hard road isn’t worth it.

Because the greatest stories ever told involve suffering that produces endurance that produces character that produces hope.

And hope changes everything.

#TeamIronWill #DownSyndromeAdvocacy #IronWill #SayYesToPossibility

[Allie Beth Stuckey @conservmillen]

Imagine a post like this, but instead of referring to an unborn baby, he’s referring to his Down Syndrome toddler. Everyone would be aghast and enraged.

Yet the only differences between a toddler and an unborn baby are age and location. These aren’t reasons to kill someone outside the womb, so they don’t work as reasons to kill someone inside the womb, either.

No euphemisms or sympathetic language can mask the reality that killing a baby is brutal, painful, and evil.

People with special needs are no less valuable - and therefore no less deserving of life - than people without special needs.

Despite Jesse’s attempt to center this murder on his and his wife’s feelings, the truth is, in every abortion scenario, the primary - and typically only - victim is the baby. He or she deserves all of our sympathy and advocacy.

[Libs of TikTok @libsoftiktok]

HOLY SHIT

@cojeffcolibrary in Colorado, which is funded with YOUR tax dollars, is hosting 25 DIFFERENT PRIDE EVENTS this month alone, most of which are targeted towards CHILDREN.

THIS NEEDS TO STOP

You can reach the library here: 303-235-5275

[Rodney Smith Jr @iamrodneysmith]

Dear @WhiteHouse, my name is Rodney Smith Jr., founder of Raising Men & Women Lawn Care Service in Huntsville, Alabama. Through our 50 Yard Challenge, over 6,000 kids across the country have signed up to mow free lawns for the elderly, disabled, veterans, active-duty military, first responders, and single parents. With America celebrating its 250th birthday this year and me also being born on July 4th, I wanted to humbly ask if a few kids from our program and myself could travel to Washington, D.C. to help mow the White House lawn for this historic celebration.

More than anything, I want these kids to see how a simple act of service something as ordinary as mowing a lawn for someone in need can lead to extraordinary places. What better lesson in community service than showing them that helping others can take them all the way to our nation’s capital? I’d also love to bring my American flag-themed mower in hopes that the President might sign it, so I can later auction it off and donate 100% of the proceeds to a nonprofit supporting veterans. It would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to highlight the importance of service, patriotism, and the impact young people can have when they choose to make a difference. 🇺🇸

[Michael Knowles @michaeljknowles]

The most arresting aspect of the body cam footage is the realization that Henry Nowak actually was who the Left tried to make George Floyd out to be. They uttered the same dying words. The phenomenon was real, but the details were precisely inverted.

[Angela Stanton King @theAuntieAngie]

21 years ago, I sat in a prison cell and learned I was pregnant.

Every sign pointed toward abortion. Every circumstance said this baby would never have a chance.

But I chose life.

I saw value in my daughter before anyone else could.

What I didn’t know was that her birth would help change laws in America. Fifteen years after I gave birth while chained to a hospital bed with a sheriff standing watch, that story reached the highest levels of government. And @POTUS granted me a full and unconditional pardon and signed legislation ending the shackling of women during childbirth in federal prisons.

Today, that same baby walked across the stage as a graduate of MIT.

From a prison birth to one of the most prestigious universities in the world.

Never let your circumstances determine someone’s worth.

There is value in life.

There is purpose in every child.

Go, baby. The world is yours. ❤️🎓
#MIT #Graduation #ChooseLife #Redemption #SecondChances #ValueInLife

[Chamath Palihapitiya @chamath]

This is awesome. I’ve worked with Sue for more than a decade now. She started Brilliant - a learning site for advanced learning - which has now taken all of that decade-long training data and created a helper to make your kids smarter.

It doesn’t matter their level, this adapts to them and brings them along.

Please consider trying it.

[Josh Howerton @howertonjosh]

I've never asked people to share a Live Free episode before.

I would ask you to share this episode we did on @jamestalarico (that's pushing ~700k views across all platforms).

What he's doing requires a level of theological awareness to understand, which is why he's deceptive to a lot of Christians.

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

I’m 68 years old, a biker with more miles on my boots than most men dream of, and three years after losing my wife, I never thought life had any big surprises left for me. Then, by pure accident, I met Maya.

She was four months old, lying in the NICU, crying like the world had already given up on her. Born with Down syndrome, a serious heart defect, and addicted to methamphetamine from birth, she had been turned down by twelve families. Too many complications. Too much risk. Too expensive. They were preparing to send her to institutional care.

I had wandered onto the wrong floor while visiting a buddy when a nurse saw me standing there in my leather vest and said, “That baby’s been crying for hours. Nothing calms her. You want to try?”

I picked her up, held her against my chest, and started humming a low, rumbling note—the same way I used to calm my Harley on cold mornings. Maya stopped crying instantly. Her tiny hand wrapped around my finger, and something in my chest that had been frozen since my wife passed came roaring back to life.

I came back every single day for two weeks. When the social worker said they had no choice but to move her to a group home, I looked her in the eye and said, “No. I’ll take her.”

They laid out every reason I shouldn’t: my age, my lifestyle, the surgeries ahead, the years of therapy and special care. I listened to all of it, then told them the only thing that mattered: “She deserves to grow up with someone who chooses her.”

My motorcycle brothers showed up like a cavalry. These rough, tattooed men spent a whole weekend painting her nursery a soft sunny yellow and wrestling with a crib that took four of us three hours to assemble. They brought diapers, clothes, and enough casseroles to feed a platoon. For the first time in years, my house felt alive.

At five months old, Maya went in for open-heart surgery with only a seventy percent chance of making it through. I sat in that waiting room for six long hours, making every promise to God I could think of. When the doctor finally came out smiling, I cried like a kid.

Today, Maya is nine months old and she is the brightest light in my world.

She smiles the moment I walk into the room, lighting up like I’m the best thing she’s ever seen. Her little laugh fills the house when I make silly faces or dance her around the living room to old rock ballads. She’s hitting her milestones with that stubborn fighter spirit I’ve come to love so much. The heart defect is behind us, and every day she grows stronger, happier, and more curious about the world.

I know I won’t be here for all of her life. I’m old, and the road I’ve traveled has been long. But I’ll be here for every single day I have left, and I’ve already made arrangements with my brothers and their families so Maya will never know a day without love and protection.

She was nobody’s baby once. Now she’s mine—completely, fiercely, and forever.

Every night I lay her down in her yellow nursery, kiss her forehead, and whisper the same thing: “You were chosen, little girl. You are wanted. You are loved beyond measure.”

And as she drifts off with my finger still in her tiny hand, I realize something beautiful: I didn’t just save Maya.

She saved me.

I’m the luckiest man who ever lived.

[Anish Moonka @anishmoonka]

Finnish scientists trucked in real forest dirt and grass and laid it over the gravel at four daycare yards. They let the kids dig around in it for a month. The blood tests came back with changes the researchers hadn’t expected to see so fast or so clear.

The study ran at ten daycares in two Finnish cities with 75 kids aged three to five. Four of the yards got the forest treatment: about a tennis court worth of soil and grass laid over the gravel, plus planters and peat blocks the kids could dig and climb on. Three others stuck with their normal gravel yards. The last three were daycares where the kids were already visiting real forests every day.

After one month, the variety of bacteria living on the kids’ skin shot up, and the kind that helps train the skin’s immune defenses jumped the most. Their gut bacteria started to look like the gut bacteria of the forest-visiting kids. Their blood showed more of the immune cells whose job is to keep the body from freaking out at harmless stuff like pollen and peanuts, and overall inflammation dropped. The kids on the plain gravel yards showed none of this.

Childhood asthma in the US doubled between 1980 and 1995. Food allergies in kids jumped 50 percent between 1997 and 2011, then jumped another 50 percent between 2007 and 2021. And peanut allergies in one-year-olds tripled between 2001 and 2017.

The Finnish researchers think one of the reasons is simple: kids today don’t get dirty enough. 37 percent of American preschoolers now spend an hour or less outside on a normal weekday. Their immune systems are getting trained in environments stripped of the bacteria humans have always lived around.

Aki Sinkkonen, who led the study, put it in plain words: “It would be best if children could play in puddles and everyone could dig organic soil.” The Finnish government is now helping pay for daycares across the country to make the same changes.

[Megan Basham @megbasham]

If you don’t believe miracles happen, my op-ed on the doctrine of Providence, complete with reference to RC Sproul and the Westminster larger catechism, is the lead in the Washington Post’s opinion section of today’s Sunday edition. 😄

And for those who fighting the paywall, perhaps this might help! (And thanks again to religion editor @matthewschmitz for commissioning!)

[Maddie Evans @EstieMaddie]

✝️ DID YOU KNOW THE HEBREW DEFINITION OF “HELPER” IN THE BIBLE???

🙏🏼 GOD IS SO GOOD.

[Faithfulness Okom @AttorneyF_]

Galatians 4:4 looks like a transition verse.

“But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth His Son.”

If you read it fast, it sounds like a timestamp. But if read slowly, it is the most staggering sentence in the Bible.

‘Fullness of time’. Paul isn't saying God picked a convenient moment. He is saying God declared a moment complete. “The preparation is finished and everything I have been building across centuries is exactly where I need it to be”. God looked at human history and said: now.

Which forces the question. Why then? Why not a thousand years earlier, when Moses was fresh? Why not a thousand years later? What was so perfect about the first century?

I started looking into it and I have not recovered.

God needed a people with the theology. He spent 2000 years forming Israel; the covenant, the sacrificial system, the prophets, Isaiah 53 written seven centuries before Calvary, the framework of a coming Messiah who would bear the sin of the world. The Jews were shaped by wilderness, exile, and divine discipline, until the theological infrastructure for substitutionary atonement was fully in place.

But theology alone could not travel. God needed a language. Not a tribal dialect, but a universal tongue. So five hundred years before the Gospel, He let the Greek philosophers begin.

Heraclitus sat in Ephesus and concluded the universe was governed by an invisible rational principle. He called it the Logos.

The Stoics built on it. Philo of Alexandria stood at the intersection of Greek thought and Hebrew scripture and said the Logos was the mind of God in creation. For five hundred years, philosophy built a conceptual category it could not fill.

Then God sent a conqueror with no interest in theology. Alexander the Great wanted glory and empire. God let him want it. In satisfying his ego across three continents, Alexander Hellenized the ancient world and forged Koine Greek, the common tongue of the docks, markets, soldiers, and slaves. A language stripped of complexity, simple enough for anyone, universal enough for everyone.
The Hebrew scriptures were translated into it. The Septuagint was born. God used a pagan conqueror’s ambition to translate His own Word.

Then Rome came and paved the road. The Pax Romana. Piracy cleared. Stone highways stretching from Spain to Syria. A framework for movement the ancient world had never seen.

None of them knew they were collaborating.

Heraclitus thought he was doing philosophy. Alexander thought he was building a monument to himself. Rome thought it was building an empire for Rome. Not one of them understood they were stagehands. God was with Heraclitus in his pondering, with Alexander in his conquest, with Roman engineers laying stone, quietly requisitioning their work for a purpose none of them could see.

And then, when the covenant people were in place, the language primed, the roads built, and the category ready, when everything He had been quietly assembling was finally set, God stepped into the room they had unknowingly prepared.

John picked up his pen and wrote: “In the beginning was the Logos.”

Every Greek philosopher in the Mediterranean felt the ground shift. “And the Logos became flesh.” The category they spent five centuries constructing was not a principle. It was a Person.

The ‘fullness of time is not a timestamp’. It is God’s signature on a completed work. And the humbling thing is that this work was not built by saints. It was built by conquerors, philosophers, and emperors who thought they were writing their own story. God let them think that. And used every word. If this is not amazing then I don’t know what is.