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@theliamnissan Can't afford

[Rev. Benjamin Cremer @Brcremer]

“They should have just complied!”

They did and they got killed anyway.

“They should have just obeyed the law.”

They were and they got killed anyway.

“They should have come here legally!”

They did and they got killed anyway.

[Chad Bird @birdchadlouis]

Compare these two verses from Psalms 9 and 10—each using the same Hebrew phrase: לְעִתּ֥וֹת בַּצָּרָֽה, “in times of trouble.”

--“The LORD is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.” (Psalm 9:9)
--“Why, O LORD, do you stand far away? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?” (Psalm 10:1)

So which is it, God? In times of trouble, are you a refuge or absent? A stronghold or hiding?

At first glance, this looks like a contradiction. But it’s actually a profound reflection of the emotional and spiritual swings we all experience.

One day, we feel secure in God’s protection. The next, we wonder if he’s left us completely alone.

Yesterday, he was a mighty fortress.
Today, he feels like a rickety shack.
Tomorrow, it may even feel like he’s become our enemy.

Far from undermining faith, these back-to-back psalms reveal how deeply God understands us. The Psalms don't offer sanitized religion but give us honest prayers for every emotional state. Confidence and doubt. Joy and depression. Praise and protest.

When times of trouble come, they bring suffering and highlight our messy, human complexity. And wherever we are, emotionally, psychologically, spiritually, the Psalms meet us there. They give us the words to cry out, to lament, to hope, to cling.

This is what makes the Psalms the perfect prayer book. They reflect not a contradiction, but a comprehensive view of faith under pressure. Faith isn’t pretending everything’s fine. It's trusting our Father enough to bring him our confusion and pain.

Regardless of where we are, or how we feel, we cling to this truth—the God we cry out to in the Psalms is the God who has revealed himself in Jesus Christ. In him, we know that God is always for us, even when it feels otherwise.

So, is God a stronghold or hidden in times of trouble? The answer is yes. And in both cases, the Psalms give us the words to pray.

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@mutyapuspa A Boeing 727? Are they still in operation?

[Slimfit @iSlimfit]

She didn’t lie at all 😂

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@birdchadlouis In the series The Chosen, John is depicted as having inclinations to Greek culture. How accurate do you think it is? Thanks.

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@anapaugalde Wikipedia en ingles lo tiene mejor estructurado

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@tuuu28283 That their state flag is not to be confused with the flag of Chile 🇨🇱

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@japan_nobunaga That depends on whether you are asking for nautical miles or the other type of mile.

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@Selene_Mariposa I wish America's streets had sidewalks for pedestrians so we wouldn't have to drive 2 blocks to get to a convenience store 100 ft across the street

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@japan_nobunaga Drive through tests for COVID-19

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@japan_nobunaga Question is if Italy can even qualify.

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@Saffron_Sniper1 That match was played in Peru.

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@japan_nobunaga @grok Urbanism in America discourages you to use your feet to go to a nearby business from home. My apartment is opposiye to a popular fast food joint. Geographically speaking, that foot place is 30 feet from my but I have to use my car to go around the block, bc no sidewalk to walk

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@japan_nobunaga I describe myself as an Aspie. Before even knowing about this condition, I have been always exasperated that some laws, procedures, regulations, policies are treated as guidelines.

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This is exactly what Twitter was meant to be.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In America, a warehouse store. A fully roasted chicken costs five dollars, the raw chicken beside it costs seven, and I stood between them like a man between two truths.

Golden. Hot. Seasoned. Spinning in glory under the lights, in a line of its brothers. Four dollars and ninety-nine cents.

I checked the raw birds. Seven dollars. Pale. Cold. You must do everything yourself.

This is not commerce. Commerce does not move backward. Somewhere in this building, mathematics lies defeated.

I asked the man at the counter. "How is the cooked bird cheaper than the raw bird?"

"Been five bucks forever. They keep it that way."

"But the store loses."

"Yep. On purpose."

On purpose. I held my receipt with both hands.

In my land, a lord who lowered the price of rice in a hard winter was remembered for generations. They built him a small shrine. This store does it every day, with chicken, and tells no one.

A woman behind me grew tired of my reverence. "It's just a chicken, sir."

It is not just a chicken. It is a wound the merchant takes on purpose, so that anyone, on any day, with five dollars, eats like a lord. The bird is the message. The price is the vow.

I will confess: I bought two. I did not need two. The second was not hunger. It was gratitude, and it was delicious.

Some prices are not prices. They are promises.

I return every week now. I take one bird. I bow toward the deli, briefly, so as not to alarm the staff. They have begun nodding back.

The vow holds. The bird turns. Five dollars.

Long may it spin.

[Loquillo🐦 @loquillo925]

@Linda__Stevens @atrupar Inconceivable!!!

[Buitengebieden @buitengebieden]

The difference between whom to date and whom to marry.. 😂

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.

Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.

I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."

"They just come with the table, man."

They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.

This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.

I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.

"Did we…?"

"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."

Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.

My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."

Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.

I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.

Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.

I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.

Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

[Loquillo🐦 @loquillo925]

@CultureCrave Broke the second Asimov's law