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Jesus is my rock. t1d. milkshake & taco enthusiast. instagram: savmorgan15. ;

[Tevin Macharia Mukabana @TevinMacharia]

I have to admit, I always wondered what this part of Psalm 23 meant. I thought “He anoints my head with oil” was figurative language for God keeping the Psalmist healthy. I never knew this parallel.

Anoint my head with oil

“Sheep can get their head caught in briers and die trying to get untangled. There are horrid little flies that like to torment sheep by laying eggs in their nostrils which turn into worms and drive the sheep to beat their head against a rock, sometimes to death. Their ears and eyes are also susceptible to tormenting insects. So the shepherd anoints their whole head with oil. Then there is peace. That oil forms a barrier of protection against the evil that tries to destroy the sheep. Do you have times of mental torment? Do the worrisome thoughts invade your mind over and over? Do you beat your head against a wall trying to stop them? Have you ever asked God to anoint your head with oil? He has an endless supply! His oil protects and makes it possible for you to fix your heart, mind, and eyes on Him today and always! There is peace in the valley! May our good good Father anoint your head with oil today so that your cup overflows with blessings! God is good and He is faithful!!”

[Blondelady2024 @arva61138]

It’s been a hell of a few weeks…

Satanic Pedophile Rings are real

Cannibalism is real

Kurt Cobain was murdered

Charles Manson was part of the MK Ultra experiment & used the same techniques on his followers as were used on him

The Iraq War wasn’t about weapons of mass destruction, it was a front to steal ancient artefacts related to Gilgamesh

Trump was an FBI informant against Epstein

Pizzagate is real

Q was right

Epstein didn’t kill himself & could still be alive. The FBI erased the jail footage, created the death certificate the day before the death & wheeled out a stretcher with boxes and sheets…

2020 Election was stolen

And the MSM has managed to put the masses in a trance and basically hide all of this with nonstop coverage about one woman going missing last week

We mostly knew all of it already, but watching it being exposed in real time is quite a ride.

I’m drained…

Good night my friends ❤️

[The Biblical Man @Biblicalman]

I was in Bible college the week before 9/11.

Testimony service. Folding chairs. Fluorescent lights. Mandatory attendance.

Everyone expected the usual: clean stories, safe sins, spiritual résumés.

Then a tattooed giant walked to the front with his wife.

Former heroin addict. Former bouncer.
She’d worked the streets. Met him through her pimp.

Both of them gripping Bibles like flotation devices.

They sang. Badly.
Then he preached for five minutes.

No polish. No structure. No seminary cadence.

The hermeneutics professor winced.
The English teacher checked the clock.

But the altar filled.

Heaven moved while the educated missed it.

That moment never left me.

Because it exposed something most Christians don’t want to admit:

God does His best work in people who are still a mess.

That’s why Jelly Roll scares the industry.

Pills. Prison. Years burned down.

Then he grabbed the Grammy mic and said the one name you’re not supposed to say out loud if you want to keep a career.

“I love you, Lord.”

The crowd cheered.
The suits froze.

They always do.

Because God isn’t finished with him yet.

And unfinished people are dangerous.

Moses wasn’t Moses overnight.

He saw an Egyptian beating a Hebrew. Rage took over.
Looked left. Looked right. No witnesses.

So he killed him.
Buried the body in the sand.

Forty years later he’s still running when the bush burns. Still seeing blood on his hands.

“Who am I?” he asks.

God sends him anyway.

Not from murderer to hero.
From murderer to man still being worked on.

Paul didn’t become Paul overnight either.

Stephen preached. Rocks flew. Skulls cracked.
Coats piled at Saul’s feet while he approved.

Years later, after writing half your New Testament, he’s still begging God about a thorn.

God doesn’t say, “You’re finished.”

He says, “My grace is sufficient.”

Your Bible reeks of in-progress redemption.

Exodus doesn’t hide the murder.
Acts doesn’t hide the coats.

KJV. No polish. No PR team.

That tattooed couple went home after chapel.
Monday came. Cravings stayed. Memories stayed.

God stayed.

Jelly Roll will wake up tomorrow with the same demons and the same industry pressure to shut up.

God will still be working.

You’re not disqualified.
You’re under construction.

Same clay. Same Potter. Same wheel.

Build anyway. Fall anyway. Get up anyway.

[Bruce Snyder @realBruceSnyder]

Jelly Roll stepped onto the Grammy stage and did something you almost never see anymore.

He didn’t play it safe.
He pulled out a Bible.

He openly thanked God for rescuing him from a dark, broken chapter of his life, and he did it in front of an industry that usually avoids faith at all costs.

[USA NEWS 🇺🇸 @usanewshq]

Jelly Roll praises Jesus before getting kicked off the stage at the Grammys ✝️

[𝕭𝖎𝖗𝖉𝖞 @mary_got_grace]

When ur trying not to give “crazy spiritual person” vibes but they keep bringing up problems only Jesus can fix

[Faithfulness Okom @AttorneyF_]

Why does God even want worship? Isn’t that… needy? I was rewatching The Chosen weeks ago, the scene with the Samaritan woman and that question wouldn’t leave me alone. Jesus says, “The Father is seeking those who will worship Him in spirit and in truth.” It hit me harder than usual. Almost made me teary.

And then an intrusive thought slid in: Why does He care so much about worship?
So I sat with it. And slowly, something started to untangle.
We live in a world obsessed with creators and ownership. Artists sign their paintings. Musicians copyright their songs. Companies defend their patents. Architects protect their signature designs. Not because they’re insecure. Because authorship matters.
We instinctively know that to erase an author’s name from their work is wrong, and to twist their creation beyond recognition is violation.
That clicked for me.

If flawed humans protect the integrity of what they make… how much more would the God who authored galaxies guard His?
Reality itself is His masterpiece. Every law of physics, every spark of beauty, every heartbeat, signed, authored, claimed.
So when Scripture calls God jealous, it’s not describing a fragile deity craving applause. It’s describing a Creator who refuses to let His signature be erased from what He made.
Not insecurity, integrity. Not ego, essence.
He is jealous for us, not of us. Because when creation forgets its Creator, everything breaks. Meaning unravels. Purpose distorts. Worship misfires.
God’s “jealousy” isn’t about Him needing attention. It’s about Him refusing to let us live on lies. He knows that life only works when it aligns with Truth. And He is that Truth.

So when Jesus says the Father is seeking worshipers, it’s not desperation. It’s love. It’s rescue. It’s the God who authored reality inviting us back into alignment with it.
Divine jealousy isn’t proof of God’s weakness. It’s proof of His love. A love that protects. A love that refuses to hand us over to counterfeits. A love that will not let His creation forget who made it.
The universe is a signed masterpiece. Erase the signature, and you erase meaning itself. God refuses to let that happen. That’s where I landed. And honestly? It made me worship more, not less.

[Faithfulness Okom @AttorneyF_]

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 🎄❤️

[Maia Poet🦎 @thepeacepoet99]

After 12 years of being transgender 🏳️‍⚧️ and spending my youth permanently damaging my body with breast binding, I realized that I was born in the RIGHT body, after all.

Repost if you think that NO ONE is born in the wrong body.

[Against Atheism @AgainstAtheismX]

This is a cell.

I don't have enough faith to be an Atheist.

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

Charlie was murdered by the Dark for showing people the Light

[stepfanie tyler @stepfanie]

“The further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those who speak it.”
—George Orwell

[Dave Portnoy @stoolpresidente]

RIP Charlie Kirk. It doesn’t matter what your opinion is of Charlie or his politics if you don’t view this as one of the darkest days in American history than you are part of the problem.

[Charlie Kirk @charliekirk11]

It’s all about Jesus.

[Charlie Kirk @charliekirk11]

Jesus defeated death so you can live.

[Blurry Creatures Podcast @blurrycreatures]

Only the demonized celebrate death.

[JD Vance @JDVance]

This is such a good point. If you actually watch Charlie’s events—as opposed to the fake summaries—they are one of the few places with open and honest dialogue between left and right. He would answer any question and talk to everyone.

[TaraBull @TaraBull]

The View calls Christians 'ungodly' for not being woke, his response: "try saying that to Muslims and you will find out just how kind Christians have been to you."

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[E M M A ✨ K A T H E R I N E @TheEmmapreneur]

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