@DrewDisneyDude This reads like satire.
"We seem to have lost a significant chunk of our core audience, offended by perceived attacks on traditional values. What can we do?"
Disney Films: "OK. We've got this idea about a girl who's a witch."
One of the more interesting parts of early fatherhood is watching your child grow his own personality and will.
My 4-month-old son is becoming his own man and nowhere is this more obvious than in how he now chooses his times.
Every time I place him on the bed to sleep it becomes a whole event. He lifts his head, gets on his arms like a lizard, and just stares. I push his head down softly, he raises it again. I push it down, he raises it again. I usually give up. He has decided.
And honestly it frustrates me because how convenient would it be if he slept when I chose, sat still when I chose, stayed calm when I chose. I sustain this child alongside his mom. He has contributed nothing to his own survival. And yet I have to readjust to his orbit.
One evening in the middle of that frustration I just said out loud, Father Lord what is this. And the Lord laid it on my heart quietly: this is you. This is all of you.
And when it landed it landed heavy.
Because God does not have a partial claim on us the way I have a partial claim on my son. I feed my son and I pay his bills. God made the laws that hold your atoms together. In Him we live and move and have our being, Acts 17. Not past tense, but present continuous. Your next heartbeat is not self-funded.
And still we lift our heads. Again and again. He pushes us gently toward rest and we get back on our arms and stare at Him defiantly. And He does not withdraw the oxygen. He does not pull the breath as leverage. He just continues to sustain the very creatures resisting Him, with the very strength they are using to resist Him.
Any tyrant can dominate weakness. What God does is something different entirely. He holds immature, stubborn, ungrateful wills without crushing them. And then, when the resistance produced its full cost, He absorbed it Himself on a cross.
My son taught me that God’s patience is not passive. It is the most active and costly choice He makes every single day.
"There are no maverick molecules in the universe," Ben Sasse.
“I hate cancer. But I'm also grateful for it. I tell a lot more truth to myself than I used to do it when I thought I was super omni-competent and interesting,” he says.
I don’t know Ben Sasse, his political views, or voting history, I’m just coming across his interview on @60Minutes
But…What an inspiration! What a champion!
Spend 2 minutes today and watch this video clip!
The “Christians are anti-science rubes” line is getting old.
And it just got blown out of the sky, literally.
Meet Victor Glover, pilot of Artemis II.
This dedicated man of faith just completed the first crewed mission around the Moon since 1972.
While looking back at the Earth from deep space, he didn’t have a crisis of faith. He said the view reinforced his belief in creation.
And he’s not new to this. Glover has already taken communion cups and a Bible into space on previous missions. He’s been open about his faith the entire time.
He’s not the first either.
Back in 1968, the Apollo 8 crew, the first humans to leave Earth orbit and circle the Moon, read from the book of Genesis on live television on Christmas Eve.
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth…”
Millions heard it. The world didn’t collapse. Science didn’t shatter. The mission succeeded.
Funny how the guys literally orbiting the Moon never got the “faith equals dumb” memo.
Real faith lasts under pressure while the “Christians are anti-science” stereotype crumbles.
The same people who mock believers as backward rubes have no answer for the long line of men and women of faith who have pushed the frontiers of science and exploration precisely because they believed the universe was orderly, intelligible, and created by a rational God.
From the Apollo 8 crew reading Genesis to Victor Glover carrying Scripture and communion into lunar orbit, the pattern is clear.
The more some people see of the cosmos, the more convinced they become that it didn’t just happen by accident.
This is what real faith looks like.
Not the version that hides from hard questions or fears the data.
The version that looks at the Earth from 240,000 miles away and sees the hand of the Creator even more clearly.
The version that carries a Bible into space because the same God who hung the stars is the same God who hung on the cross.
To every atheist who loves to trot out the “anti-science” insult. The evidence keeps stacking up against you. The men and women who have actually left the planet and looked back don’t seem to agree with your narrative.
And to every believer who’s ever been mocked for holding both faith and reason, keep going. Keep exploring. Keep speaking truth when they ask.
The King who set the stars in place is the same King who rose from the grave.
He is risen.
He is risen indeed.
All glory to the King who made the heavens and the earth, and who still calls men and women of faith to the very edge of it.
@WWUTTcom@TomBuck For those who claim to be believers and are using the "damaged goods" argument, dude, look in the mirror. Do you not understand how much "damaged goods" you were before salvation. Do you not understand the doctrine of imputed righteousness? "As far as the East is from the West"?
@benfritz The convergence of Disney's decision to break trust with the base that ensured decades of serial hits, and the ensuing creation of serial predictable flops, is undeniable. This isn't hard. Nor is the way back.
"The first sip from the glass of natural sciences will make you an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting for you."
— Werner Heisenberg, Father of Quantum Physics
I lost my dad 8 years ago.
You think you’re prepared. You’re not.
Now my mom is 87, and in the last year I’ve watched her decline in ways I never wanted to see. It’s a quiet kind of heartbreak. Not dramatic. Just real.
Here’s the truth no one really tells you:
When your mom and dad are gone, something fundamental shifts. The ceiling of your life disappears. The people who knew you before the world touched you... they’re not there anymore.
And nothing feels the same after that. Absolutely nothing.
So if you still have them, even if it’s complicated, even if it’s imperfect, value the time. Call them. Visit. Sit in the silence. Ask the questions you think you have time to ask later.
Later is not guaranteed.
One day you’ll wish for one more conversation.
Don’t wait for that day to understand what you had.
@_falsi1ke As the world us around reflects chaos and hopelessness, thru prayer this week He's teaching me to listen for and follow His voice. He is reminding me of all the times He has been rock steady, faithful, and trustworthy. That He's in control & will crush the author of this chaos.
@ValueWithPrem@biblical_unity Yes, wise advice. Your father too. And if you're lucky enough to still have them, your grandparents as well. I regret not doing these things more than I did.