@ArlingtonNatl I have great reverence for @ArlingtonNatl however affording Harry this honor is disrespectful to those who fought for this country with bravery. Don’t let this happen again, please.
🇺🇸 A message from His Majesty The King to President Trump and the American people, as they mark 250 years of the United States Declaration of Independence.
To read His Majesty’s message in full, visit https://t.co/fKZVORz7rk.
@sage1411 I am not a hockey fan (it scares me), but I have watch those finals goals more times than I can count! Absolutely amazing play. And of course my favorite part of any sporting event is watching the players, family, and fans celebrate!
Estas dos imágenes, separadas por décadas pero unidas por el mismo compromiso, nos enseñan que el apoyo real no es estático, sino un intercambio constante de fortaleza.
En la primera imagen, el peso del mundo caía sobre ella. En ese momento de vulnerabilidad extrema y lágrimas, él fue su refugio. Con el paraguas en alto y el brazo firme, él se convirtió en el escudo contra la tormenta, ofreciéndole la seguridad necesaria para que ella pudiera simplemente ser, sentir y sanar.
En la segunda imagen, los años han pasado y los papeles se han invertido. Ahora es él quien transita por el valle del dolor, y es ella quien se erige como su protectora. Con la misma firmeza con la que una vez fue sostenida, ella sostiene ahora el paraguas y marca el paso, devolviendo con creces aquel refugio que un día recibió.
No se trata de quién es el más fuerte siempre, sino de saber turnarse la carga. Es entender que habrá días en los que uno será el ancla y el otro la vela.
Es la belleza de una vida compartida: saber que, cuando tus fuerzas flaqueen, habrá una mano lista para sostener el paraguas por ti, porque tú hiciste lo mismo por ella cuando el cielo se oscureció.
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I went back to Luke this morning just to revisit the story of Christmas… and Luke 2:7 hit me like an arrow to the chest:
“She gave birth to her firstborn son. She wrapped him in cloths and laid him in a manger because there was no room for them in the inn.”
We romanticize that line so much that we forget how brutal it actually is. If the gospel narrative is true, then that’s not a cute nativity detail. That is the most explosive statement in human history.
The God who created galaxies entered His own creation… and there was no room for Him.
No royal welcome, no palace, no safety, no honor, not even a bed. He comes into the world He made, and the doors are closed in His face.
This is the single greatest scandal of Christianity: God doesn’t supervise salvation from a throne. He steps into it. He doesn’t arrive in glory. He arrives vulnerable. He doesn’t come intimidating humanity into submission. He comes as a child who can’t even hold His own head up. If you were inventing a religion, this is not the story you’d write.
Luke is quietly showing something staggering about God’s character:
He wins, not by force, but by love.
He saves, not by domination, but by self-giving. He comes close, not as a King demanding space, but as a Savior entering even when there is “no room.”
And that manger isn’t sentimental. It’s confrontational.
It confronts our pride, cos humanity has always had space for power, wealth, celebrity, and status… just never space for God unless He serves our plans.
It confronts our illusions of strength cos God is showing that real power isn’t the ability to crush. Real power is the courage to empty yourself for the sake of others.
It confronts religion, cos God bypassed temples and elites and arrived where animals feed… then announced His coming not to emperors, but to shepherds.
Luke 2:7 tells us who God is.
He is not distant, He is not indifferent, He is not cold sovereignty. He is the God who chooses weakness so He can stand with the weak. He is the God who walks into human pain instead of observing it from afar. He is the God who would rather be rejected with us than reign without us.
If this verse is true, Christianity isn’t just another belief system. It’s a radical claim that the deepest power in the universe is love; not might, not fear, not spectacle.
So yes… this verse broke me today.
Because if this is who God is… then hope isn’t sentimental. Grace isn’t theoretical. And Christmas isn’t “cute.”
It’s God stepping into history quietly…
exposing us gently… and saving us completely. Luke 2:7 isn’t a children’s story. It’s a revolution.
Merry Christmas 🎄❤️
The Bethlehem manger wasn't random; it was prophetic.
A lot of folks don't realize that when the Bible talks about Jesus being laid in a manger, the Greek word for it is "phatne," which just means a feeding trough. In Bethlehem back then, these were often carved from stone.
What's really striking about this is the shepherds around there. They raised lambs specifically for Temple sacrifices. Right after birth, they'd check each lamb for any flaws and put the perfect ones in a manger to keep them safe from getting hurt, since only spotless lambs could be used in offerings to God.
So here comes the Lamb of God himself, placed in the exact spot where those sacrificial lambs were protected.
And who do the angels tell about his birth? Not rulers or religious leaders, but these shepherds, guys who knew all about sacrifice, blood, purity, and flawless lambs.
When the angels said, "You'll find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger" (Luke 2:12), it clicked for them right away.
This wasn't some ordinary child. He was the ultimate Lamb, the one who'd remove the world's sin. From day one, Jesus was set apart for sacrifice, not by people, but by God.
"Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world." (John 1:29)
*Jesus is the reason for the season.
Merry Christmas!
This is how St. Mary’s Cathedral in Sydney has been illuminated for Christmas, with a beautiful Nativity scene projected onto its façade.
Image: Our Lady of the Rosary Fairfield
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Yesterday, Wesley stood with me at midfield as an honorary captain. At the beginning of the year, I didn’t know if we’d even get here.
When they said leukemia, everything else went silent. The game, the stats, none of it mattered anymore. The only thing I cared about was my son.
Watching Wesley fight changed me as a father. Kait, Julian, Vanessa, and I leaned on each other harder than we ever have. And as a captain, I learned what real leadership looks like. It’s about how you show up for your community, how you use your voice when it matters most, and how you turn your pain into purpose for others.
Wesley’s in full remission now. But so many families are still in their fight. That’s why Four One For All exists. Every Jaguars sack this season means $410 going to the organizations that help families like ours. Because every family deserves the same support that got us through.
To the parents, siblings, and caregivers currently sitting in treatment rooms: you’re not alone.
To the kids still fighting: keep pushing. Wesley did it. You can too.