"NO NOS ABANDONÉIS
OS NECESITAMOS"
Lo ha dicho Vivas ENTRE LÁGRIMAS porque sabe que de repente Ceuta ha salido de los informativos.
Si vas a hacer un Rt hoy, hazlo a este post.
CEUTA, NO TE OLVIDAMOS
To our politicians: please do your job. Discriminate between those who are worthy of being here and those who are not.
We just wanna be "ordinary" again.
Bless you, @marujamin11 for the reminder.
https://t.co/ZENzSA5MDt
Someone said that all people walk the Earth under one of two constructs; God is a loving and forgiving Being, or He is vengeful punisher. The latter view tends to be held by atheists and unrepentant sinners. The rest are Christians.
So I’ve been very reluctant to post about this, as it’s deeply personal, but about a week ago I converted to Christianity. I tried very hard to convince myself otherwise, but I kept having this nagging sensation that I couldn’t shake off, like someone was calling my name just out of earshot.
I’ve had very complicated feelings about God for as long as I can remember, and have gone back and forth between atheism and a deep anger for years, but for some reason the anger has disappeared. The world is still a mess, and the amount of suffering is still unfathomable, but instead of being angry at God, I’m feeling this…pull instead. Not towards any specific denomination, but towards Christ.
I’ve always been the kind of person who needs proof, and while I’ve wanted to believe for a long time, I was never able to get from “I wish there was a loving God” to actually believing in one. I don’t know what’s made the difference; there was no blinding moment of revelation. There’s just this call that I can’t ignore any longer. Every time things get quiet, I feel it tugging at me — gently but implacably.
I’ve been reading CS Lewis, and the first four books of the New Testament, and while I have no plans to start going to church, or to change the focus of this account, I’ve stopped trying to convince myself that I’m imagining things. I never expected to feel this way, but I do, and denying it any longer would be wrong.
Life is expensive because we live in consumerism. The most active measure one can take to reduce the cost of living is to focus on the basics: food, shelter, and a safe place to put the end result of bodily functions. Forgo fancy sneakers, and rent is easier to make.
If you listen to Cain, he will tell you that righteous Abel was the problem.
If you listen to Potiphar’s wife, she will tell you that righteous Joseph was the wicked man.
If you listen to Pharaoh, he will tell you that Moses was an enemy of the state.
If you listen to Saul, he will tell you that loyal David was a traitor.
If you listen to Haman, he will convince you that Mordecai was a dangerous enemy.
If you listen to Ahab and Jezebel, they will tell you that Elijah, the prophet of God, was the troublemaker.
If you listen to the Pharisees and the teachers of the law, they will tell you that the sinless Jesus was a blasphemer.
If you listen to Judas Iscariot, he will find a way to justify betrayal.
If you listen to Pontius Pilate, he will wash his hands while Truth stands directly in front of him.
And if you listen to the world, do not be surprised when it calls righteousness evil and evil good.
My friends, listen carefully: a lie does NOT become Truth simply because it is repeated loudly, confidently, or by powerful people.
Be careful what you hear.
Be careful whom you believe.
Be careful whom you follow.
Test everything by the Word of God.
The world may condemn you for standing for Biblical Truth but the only verdict that ultimately matters is His!!!
Stand firm. Stand faithful. And above all, listen to Jesus.
Yo quiero un país de ricos. Muchos, cuantos más mejor. Yo no quiero un país de tiesos. Ni de funcionarios. Ni de tristes. Yo quiero muchos Amancios Ortega y muchos Roig. Que la gente monte empresas, que ganen dinero y que vivan de puta madre. Y que la gente entre en el Carrefour y compre Mejillones Albo, y Solán de Cabras. Y Danones de verdad. Yo quiero que dejen de fabricar marcas blancas porque todo el mundo pueda pagar la original. s. Y que la gente tenga casas buenas, con sus baños grandes con su bidé como Dios manda. Y que llegue Junio y digan “este año me quedo en Guarromán y no me voy a las Maldivas pero porque no me da la gana”. Y que tenga que cerrar Doña Manolita porque a la gente ya no le haga ilusión que le toque la lotería. Ese es el país que yo quiero, por eso no soy socialista.
Bikers from across Spain hit Ceuta yesterday in support of the people against the invasion.
Legacy media turn a blind eye the same as dirty Sánchez!
We will not!
As usual @iamNickPeterson has made an epic video about today’s absurd world. He never fails to find the dry sense of humor in the crazy leftist’s antics. Thank you Nick for helping me laugh when I want to cry over the insanity of it all.
I Would Not Say the Shahada
When I came to Christ, I hid it. Only a handful of people I trusted knew.
Then a cousin I trusted sold me.
They went to my mother first. She cried from shame. She thought they were lying, jealous, she said, because I was doing well at school. She wanted to prove them wrong.
They gathered at my aunt’s house. Family gatherings were normal. I walked in thinking it was just another day.
The air was wrong. Every face in the room was on me.
“Are you still a Muslim or did you become a Nasrani?”
I laughed. Tried to turn it into a joke. It died in the room.
My mother was holding back tears. “Just say the Shahada. Prove them wrong.”
A few seconds. They felt like a year. On one side: my mother’s face. On the other: the truth.
I chose the truth.
“Mom, I can’t.”
Then the room broke.
See? We told you. Yelling. Spitting. Go to those Christians. Let them feed you. You are a shame to your father.
My mother sobbing.
I went numb. The noise fell behind me like a film I was no longer in. I walked out with nowhere to go. The world I knew had collapsed, not because I had become a criminal, but because I had left Islam.
That is what apostasy is in that world. Not a change of mind. A public execution of your name. In some places a physical execution as well, thankfully mine was not the case.
Leaving Islam is a rebirth. You get your lungs back. You get your mind back. You get your humanity back.
If I had said the Shahada that day, I would have bought peace with a lie. I would have stayed a slave to the crowd, safe, loved, and dead inside.
I remembered the words of Jesus:
“What will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his soul?”
I lost the room. I kept myself.
The one person in the entire world that God most wants you to help - your husband - is the same person the enemy most wants you to accuse.
Be aware of this.
Remember, everything you see in this video is NOT happening and is NOT real according to the Spanish government.
Pedro Sanchez has very clearly stated that all of these men have gone home.
I guess the things I’m seeing with my own eyes are lies…
My step sister has 12 kids.
Shes in her 30s. Hasn’t had a year off being pregnant or breast feeding since she got married.
Her milk flows during a new pregnancy too, it’s beautiful. The body knows there are still children outside of the womb who need nursing & therefore produces abundantly.
Happiest, most balanced Woman I know.
Kids are all brilliant.
Her skin glows.
Great marriage.
Never fkn complains.
Kids all in private school.
The best part, she finds the time to coordinate matching outfits for allllllll of the kids. It’s mind blowing how bad ass this Woman is.
She taught her children to comfort & support one another, if one cries, an older child runs to comfort.
They do individual dates with each child to make sure they all have proper time & attention.
She looks like a 20 year old from all of that juicy progesterone continuously flushing her system.
They are all well mannered. You can literally feel the beauty of this family when you are around them & it all comes from her…
Her mindset. Her dedication.
Her sacrifice & how determined she was to start a family when the medical system told her she never would be able to.