Mark Harrison

Funeral Director at Bolton Funeral Home. God, The US Armed Forces, and BBQ. BUILT BY BAMA, ROLL TIDE.

[Mikale Olson @realmikolson]

A wise man once said, if you want to hate America, watch the news. If you want to love America, drive across it.

These European World Cup tourists are experiencing the REAL America for the first time: not New York City or LA, but middle America and all its hospitality. 🇺🇸

[🅱️🅰️Ⓜ️2️⃣.0️⃣ @TheRealBam_3]

What better way to celebrate 100 days until the return of Alabama football than reliving what team number 100 did?

[Mark Harrison @morticianmark]

@20th_Centurygal Dancing Queen by ABBA

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@20th_Centurygal Pisces

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@20th_Centurygal Kathy’s Song by Paul Simon.

[The Christian Guy @DeChristianguy]

The truth about Jesus every Muslim fears

[Josh Howerton @howertonjosh]

Remember, it's all about "one more."

Here's my go-to move for creating opportunities to share the Gospel with total strangers (feat. @davidnasser)

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[Rick Karle @RickKarle]

15-year-old from Alabama says he's nearing the end, looks to #POTUS & #RFKJr to offer advice on childhood cancer.

Will Roberts on facing bone cancer, what we can learn about kids fighting the fight.

#WillRobertsCancer
#DonaldTrump
@SenKatieBritt
@SenTuberville
@AmericanCancer

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@folaoftech @SharylAttkisson YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD

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@20th_Centurygal Bootsy!

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@RolandKirk7 @20th_Centurygal My first album.

[Rock'n Roll of All @rocknrollofall]

The exact moment when Paul McCartney was reintroduced to his 1961 Höfner brand lost bass guitar.

[Mark Harrison @morticianmark]

@20th_Centurygal Mark Knopfler

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@20th_Centurygal Pink Floyd- Delicate Sound Of Thunder

[Dr. Kat Lindley @DrKatLindley]

This was not written by me, but it touched me deeply…
Sunday is coming.

“He received 39 stripes because 40 was known to kill a man. They wanted him alive. They held handfuls of his beard, and hair and pulled it out by the roots. They wanted him alive. They kicked, punched, and spit on him for hours. Until there wasn't a single spot on his body not covered in blood. They wanted him alive.

They shoved a crown of thorns down on his head so harshly it stuck in his skin. They wanted him alive. After hours of being beaten, mocked, whipped, flogged, and tortured they made him walk with a cross. They made him carry it. A rough piece of wood with splinters digging into fresh wounds. They wanted him alive.

They wanted him to feel every ounce of pain they could bring. He had to feel it in order to heal us. Crucifixion was historically one of the cruelest most tortured deaths a human could face. Hours upon hours of torture. Torture most of us can not mentally think of because the cruelty isn't normal. It isn't something our minds can comprehend. We celebrate Easter with pastel colors, happy children hunting eggs, and chocolate. Truth is there was absolutely nothing happy about the day Jesus died. It was cruel, bloody, and nasty.

He could have stopped all of it. He could have called every angel in heaven to demolish every person standing and shouting "Crucify Him!" He didn't. He knew in order to have a Sunday you have to have a Friday. He knew in order to have joy you have to carry your cross. He felt everything that day. He felt how your heart broke wide open when you had to watch your baby die. He felt how heavy your life was when you were staring down the barrel of a gun wondering if the man you called husband was going to shoot you. He carried the weight of the burden you have felt since your spouse died, and life just doesn't seem right since.

On that cross he held the rapist and murderers, the sinner and the saint. He leveled every playing field and said ALL of you are worth it. He knew he had to carry the cross. He never promised the cross you carry in this life would not be heavy. His wasn't. His promise is that Sunday is coming.

No matter how heavy Friday is. Financially, emotionally, mentally, or physically. Friday is heavy. That cross is weighing you down and you are about to crumble under its weight. His promise was simply this. He won't make you carry it alone. What kind of king would step down from his throne for this?

Jesus of Nazareth, the Son of God did. For you. He did every bit of it for you and me. Oh yes, it is heavy. So heavy sometimes you do not think you can take one more step. But look up, because Sunday is coming.”

[The Biblical Man @Biblicalman]

Judas ate with God for three years and never flinched.

Sat at the fire. Said the prayers. Watched blind men see. Watched dead men stand up. Watched lepers get clean skin back. Saw all of it. Touched all of it.

And it did nothing to him.

That should make you sick.

Because you know men like that. You’ve sat next to them in church. They sing the hymns. They say amen. They put the money in the plate. And they go home and do things in the dark that would get them killed in any century but this one.

Jesus called him a devil. Not after the betrayal. Before it. John 6:70. He looked at twelve men and said one of you is a devil. And then He let the devil stay.

He let him hold the money. Let him sit at the table. Let him hear every parable. Let him watch Lazarus walk out of a tomb.

And Judas saw resurrection with his own eyes and thought, what’s that worth in silver?

That’s not weakness. That’s not a man who lost his way. That’s a creature wearing human skin at the table of God, calculating the price of the blood on his plate.
Jesus washed his feet.

Read that again.

God kneeled in front of the thing that was about to murder Him and washed the dirt off its feet.

Not because Judas deserved it. Because the eleven men watching needed to see what love looks like when it’s aimed at something that will never love you back.

That’s the sermon your pastor won’t preach.
That Jesus didn’t die confused. He didn’t die betrayed. He sat across from a devil, broke bread, and said what thou doest, do quickly.
He gave evil permission to finish.

Because the cross was never Plan B.
And the son of perdition was never a surprise.

He was a prop in a story written before the foundation of the world. A creature who thought he was the predator and turned out to be the instrument.

The tomb didn’t stay shut.

But the field Judas bought with his thirty pieces? His guts are still in the dirt.