Again the Bible is proven right by science.
•Philippians 4:8
"Think on true & noble things."
•Romans 12:2
"Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind!"
•2nd Corinthians 10:5
"Take every thought captive to obey Christ."
You cannot be GRATEFUL & GRUMPY simultaneously!!
Gods word tells us to exude joy, peace, love, & hope!
It's simply a better strategy for a better life.
@MattLeinartQB This comment is really disrespectful to the game and all those who played in it. As someone who makes his living off of these games, maybe it should matter to you.
I’ve watched this interview 10 times today. So grateful to hear these words from interim head coach Terry Smith of Penn State. Powerful!!
And a great reminder for all of us that just want to focus on the CFP-and nothing else “matters”. This was a SPECIAL day for this coach and his players-not just winning the Pinstripe Bowl-but having another chance to compete TOGETHER.
His gratitude for his players-his school-and to the SPORT were heard loud and clearly. This interview hit me hard watching it live-even a bigger fan of his now!
Thanks for sharing your thoughts coach-many of us needed to hear them!
One of the most beautiful, heartbreaking, wonderful, hopeful, and practical expressions of the Gospel I’ve ever heard. Praying for you, Ben, Melissa, and your children. 🙏
Friends-
This is a tough note to write, but since a bunch of you have started to suspect something, I’ll cut to the chase: Last week I was diagnosed with metastasized, stage-four pancreatic cancer, and am gonna die.
Advanced pancreatic is nasty stuff; it’s a death sentence. But I already had a death sentence before last week too — we all do.
I’m blessed with amazing siblings and half-a-dozen buddies that are genuinely brothers. As one of them put it, “Sure, you’re on the clock, but we’re all on the clock.” Death is a wicked thief, and the bastard pursues us all.
Still, I’ve got less time than I’d prefer. This is hard for someone wired to work and build, but harder still as a husband and a dad. I can’t begin to describe how great my people are. During the past year, as we’d temporarily stepped back from public life and built new family rhythms, Melissa and I have grown even closer — and that on top of three decades of the best friend a man could ever have. Seven months ago, Corrie was commissioned into the Air Force and she’s off at instrument and multi-engine rounds of flight school. Last week, Alex kicked butt graduating from college a semester early even while teaching gen chem, organic, and physics (she’s a freak). This summer, 14-year-old Breck started learning to drive. (Okay, we’ve been driving off-book for six years — but now we’ve got paper to make it street-legal.) I couldn’t be more grateful to constantly get to bear-hug this motley crew of sinners and saints.
There’s not a good time to tell your peeps you’re now marching to the beat of a faster drummer — but the season of advent isn’t the worst. As a Christian, the weeks running up to Christmas are a time to orient our hearts toward the hope of what’s to come.
Not an abstract hope in fanciful human goodness; not hope in vague hallmark-sappy spirituality; not a bootstrapped hope in our own strength (what foolishness is the evaporating-muscle I once prided myself in). Nope — often we lazily say “hope” when what we mean is “optimism.” To be clear, optimism is great, and it’s absolutely necessary, but it’s insufficient. It’s not the kinda thing that holds up when you tell your daughters you’re not going to walk them down the aisle. Nor telling your mom and pops they’re gonna bury their son.
A well-lived life demands more reality — stiffer stuff. That’s why, during advent, even while still walking in darkness, we shout our hope — often properly with a gravelly voice soldiering through tears.
Such is the calling of the pilgrim. Those who know ourselves to need a Physician should dang well look forward to enduring beauty and eventual fulfillment. That is, we hope in a real Deliverer — a rescuing God, born at a real time, in a real place. But the eternal city — with foundations and without cancer — is not yet.
Remembering Isaiah’s prophecies of what’s to come doesn’t dull the pain of current sufferings. But it does put it in eternity’s perspective:
“When we've been there 10,000 years…We've no less days to sing God's praise.”
I’ll have more to say. I’m not going down without a fight. One sub-part of God’s grace is found in the jawdropping advances science has made the past few years in immunotherapy and more. Death and dying aren’t the same — the process of dying is still something to be lived. We’re zealously embracing a lot of gallows humor in our house, and I’ve pledged to do my part to run through the irreverent tape.
But for now, as our family faces the reality of treatments, but more importantly as we celebrate Christmas, we wish you peace: “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned….For to us a son is given” (Isaiah 9).
With great gratitude, and with gravelly-but-hopeful voices,
Ben — and the Sasses
I actually teared up watching this. 🥹
As a life-long, multi-generational Penn Stater…I have to say…he gets us and we are going to be just fine.
Welcome @CoachMC_PSU
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Something special is happening inside the hearts of @TCUFootball families.
Before the stands fill and before the players take the field, families gather together not to talk football, but to pray.
Led by the parents of @TCU quarterback Josh Hoover, they call out every player by name, one by one, covering them in prayer.
What started as a small moment of faith has now become something powerful. At home games and on the road, families gather to lift up this team.
I watched it happen in North Carolina over 200 people forming a prayer circle outside the stadium. Even UNC fans joined in.
This past Saturday, more than 300 family members came together again. Not just praying for performance, but for hearts. For character. For their love of Jesus.
This is more than a pregame ritual. It’s a picture of God’s Kingdom people standing shoulder to shoulder, united not by labels, but by love and faith.
In a world that’s divided, this is what unity looks like. This is what hope looks like.
I love what God is doing through the Carter Boys Prayer Huddle and the @TCUFCA ministry.
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