🚨 I’m a Black man, a proud conservative, and a follower of Jesus Christ.
When I see protesters outside the Collin County Courthouse chanting “FUCK WHITE LIVES!” after Karmelo Anthony’s sentencing for murdering Austin Metcalf, my soul grieves.
This isn’t justice. This isn’t “community.” This is demonic hatred — plain and simple. All lives are made in the image of God. Every single one. Black, White, Brown — doesn’t matter.
Celebrating the loss of any innocent life, or cheering on evil because of skin color, is straight from the pit of hell.
And here’s the truth they don’t want you to say out loud: When Black conservatives, Christians, or truth-tellers like me call this out, we get labeled “traitors,” “Uncle Toms,” or “betrayers of the community.”
Let them talk.
I’d rather be disliked by some in my own community than stand before a Holy God and be found guilty of excusing evil, hating my neighbor, or twisting justice for racial points.
My allegiance is to Christ first — not color, not tribe, not political pressure.
“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil…” (Isaiah 5:20)
I choose truth over tribe. Light over darkness. God over man.
Who else is tired of the hate? Drop a 🙏 if you stand for real justice — not skin color.
#AllLivesMatterToGod #FaithOverFear #TruthOverTribe
i took a 45-minute uber ride home from the airport last night after a brutal, three-day business trip.
i was completely emotionally and physically drained, and my social battery was at absolute zero.
when i got into the car, the driver.. an older guy named kabir.. didn't say the usual "how was your flight?" or turn on the radio.
instead, he just handed me a small, laminated piece of paper attached to the back of his headrest.
it was a literal "ride menu."
it said:
1. *the silent ride* (total quiet, no pressure to talk).
2. *the therapist ride* (if you need to vent about your day, i am listening).
3. *the tourist ride* (i will tell you cool facts about the city).
4. *the radio ride* (we just listen to old jazz and coast).
i smiled, pointed to number 1, and whispered, "silent ride, please. thank you."
he gave me a warm nod in the rearview mirror, adjusted the AC, and drove the entire 45 minutes in absolute, beautiful silence.
it was the most peaceful, therapeutic boundary i’ve experienced all year. i felt my entire nervous system finally reset.
when he dropped me off, i gave him a massive tip and told him, "that menu is a genius business idea. you must get amazing reviews."
He looked back at me and said, "i didn't make the menu to get better tips, dear.
my daughter has severe social anxiety, and she told me that the hardest part of her day is navigating small talk with strangers when her brain is tired.
she told me it feels like running a marathon.
i made the card so that anyone who gets into my car can feel completely safe dropping the mask for a little while."
i walked into my apartment and just sat on my suitcase.
we live in a world that is constantly screaming at us to perform, to network, to be "on," and to over-communicate.
but sometimes, the deepest form of love and respect you can show another human being is just creating a small, safe pocket of silence for them to rest in.
pay attention to the people who give you permission to be quiet. they are rare.
We’ve been called to share the gospel, even with people we may not like. Nonbelievers aren’t the enemy; they’ve been taken captive by the god of this world to do what he wants them to do (see 2 Timothy 2:26). Until the end of our lives or until the Lord returns, our job is to reach them with the Good News of Christ.
I will always support the preaching of the Gospel in high schools.
After being expelled from seminary, I joined a high school in Machakos called Mission of Hope Boys Ndovoini.
During my first term, the school organized a Weekend Challenge. I attended, and I still remember one of the speakers teaching about the love of Christ from John 3:16. It was the first time I truly heard that someone could genuinely love me. As a broken young man, hearing about the love of God touched my heart deeply.
When the altar call was made, I responded and gave my life to Christ. Today, I am a product of that decision.
The school took spiritual matters seriously. The owner of the school was passionate about Christian values, and the teachers were committed believers who helped create an environment where students could encounter God.
Because of my own experience, I will never support the idea of banning the preaching of the Gospel in schools.
Many people may not immediately see the impact, but there is always an impact.
Schools are not isolated from the realities of society. Some students are exposed to witchcraft, cultism, violence, pornography, substance abuse, and many other destructive influences at a very young age.
I remember during my time in seminary, some students were expelled for engaging in homosexual practices. It made me wonder how children so young had already been exposed to such things. Today, many teenagers are being introduced to all kinds of ideologies and lifestyles before they are mature enough to understand the consequences.
If negative influences can find their way into schools, why should the Gospel be kept out?
The Gospel brings hope to the hopeless, purpose to the confused, healing to the broken, and direction to the lost. It teaches character, responsibility, self-control, love, forgiveness, and the fear of God.
Not every student who attends a school meeting will respond immediately, but some will. I am one of them.
One sermon changed the course of my life.
That is why I believe this is not the time to silence the Gospel in schools. This is the time for the Gospel to be preached in our schools like never before.
There are students waiting to hear the message that could transform their lives forever.
If you ask people to list the top priorities in their lives, you’ll probably get a lot of thoughtful and inspirational answers. But if you really want to know what their top priorities are, you have to look at their financial records. The way people use their money is one of the best indicators of where their priorities lie.
Jesus explained it this way: “Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be” (Luke 12:34 NLT). The reality is that we all invest in our passions. If you want to find out what people are truly passionate about, follow the money.
God certainly does. Not because He needs our money, but because everything we have ultimately comes from Him. Not only does He supply our needs, but He also expects us to be wise stewards of our resources, which are actually His resources.
I pray you are all covered with the love of God, tonight. I pray you are safe, well, vigilant and blessed. I pray your families and friends are safe and well, also.
(Please dear Jesus - intercede for us with the Father. Please send the Holy Spirit, our Comforter.)
Romans 10:17 So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.
Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
Prison is hard. By design, it’s a punishment.
The word penitentiary is rooted in the word “penance”. It’s a place where people like me - people who commit crimes and break the social contract - go to pay their debts to society.
A jury gave me life. The Parole Board released me on my first parole, after seven years in maximum-security prison.
After all my faults and mistakes, I’m so grateful to be picking up my travel permits and that I “get to” be on parole until 2073.
How can I not be smiling?
This is your reminder to show grace. Forgive others and yourself. Let go of resentments.
A mistake doesn’t have to be a life sentence. Even in my case, when it really is a life sentence.
Be a coffee bean! 🫘🙏
@hunterbonair Unprofessional and idiotic-- that's how I will always feel when it comes to Uribe. The mgr should have pulled him immediately so he is guilty, as well.
@WMCActionNews5 We are actively warning K-12 schools of this Modern Day Digital Threat ! It is real and is being found on school owned devices. We are working to provide that proactive, timely warning when this group is found. There are many other groups such as TCC, .COM
A Norwegian neuroscientist spent 20 years proving that the act of writing by hand changes the human brain in ways typing physically cannot, and almost nobody outside her field has read the paper.
Her name is Audrey van der Meer.
She runs a brain research lab in Trondheim, and the paper that closed the argument was published in 2024 in a journal called Frontiers in Psychology. The finding is brutal enough that it should have changed every classroom on Earth.
Sometimes the students wrote the word by hand on a touchscreen using a digital pen, and sometimes they typed the same word on a keyboard. Every neural response was recorded for the full five seconds the word stayed on screen.
When the students wrote by hand, the brain lit up everywhere at once.
The regions responsible for memory, sensory integration, and the encoding of new information were all firing together in a coordinated pattern that spread across the entire cortex. The whole network was awake and connected.
When the same students typed the same word, that pattern collapsed almost completely.
The reason turned out to be something nobody had really paid attention to before her work. Writing by hand is not one motion but a sequence of thousands of tiny micro-movements coordinated with your eyes in real time, where each letter is a different shape that requires the brain to solve a slightly different spatial problem.
Your fingers, wrist, vision, and the parts of your brain that track position in space are all working together to produce one letter, then the next, then the next.
Typing throws all of that away. Every key on a keyboard requires the exact same finger motion regardless of which letter you are pressing, which means the brain has almost nothing to integrate and almost no problem to solve.
Van der Meer said it plainly in her interviews.
Pressing the same key with the same finger over and over does not stimulate the brain in any meaningful way, and she pointed out something that should scare every parent who handed their kid an iPad.
Children who learn to read and write on tablets often cannot tell letters like b and d apart, because they have never physically felt with their bodies what it takes to actually produce those letters on a page.
A decade before her, two researchers at Princeton ran the same fight using a completely different method and ended up at the same answer. Pam Mueller and Daniel Oppenheimer tested 327 students across three experiments, where half took notes on laptops with the internet disabled and half took notes by hand, before testing everyone on what they actually understood from the lectures they had watched.
The handwriting group won by a wide margin on every question that required real understanding rather than surface recall.
The reason was hiding in the transcripts of what the two groups had actually written down.
The laptop students typed almost word for word, capturing more total content but processing almost none of it as they went, while the handwriting students physically could not write fast enough to transcribe a lecture in real time, which forced them to listen carefully, decide what actually mattered, and put it in their own words on the page.
That single act of choosing what to keep was the learning itself, and the keyboard had quietly skipped the choosing and skipped the learning along with it.
Two studies. Two countries. Same answer.
Handwriting makes the brain work. Typing lets it coast.
Every note you have ever typed instead of written went into your brain through a thinner pipe. Every meeting, every book highlight, every idea you captured on your phone instead of on paper was processed at half depth.
You did not forget those things because your memory is bad. You forgot them because typing never woke the part of the brain that would have made them stick.
The fix is the thing your grandmother already knew.
Pick up a pen. Write the thing down. The slower road is the faster one.
Michael Jordan paid off home of his Janitor from high school, covered his medical expenses and provided a monthly income for his retirement after finding him still working there at age 80! ❤️