Please do something @marcorubio@JDVance@realDonaldTrump for Iran!!!“Remember those who are in prison, as though you were in prison with them; those who are being tortured, as though you yourselves were being tortured.” Hebrews 13:3
@kenmartin73 Comparing one tragic incident in a democracy to 40+ years of totalitarian theocracy massively trivializes Iranian suffering.
Shame on you @kenmartin73. Resign.
This has been my favorite for as long as I can remember, and still I just learned something new. When Linus recites Luke: 8-14, it’s the one time he isn’t holding his security blanket. Because in that moment, he doesn’t need it.
Friends-
This is a tough note to write, but since a bunch of you have started to suspect something, I’ll cut to the chase: Last week I was diagnosed with metastasized, stage-four pancreatic cancer, and am gonna die.
Advanced pancreatic is nasty stuff; it’s a death sentence. But I already had a death sentence before last week too — we all do.
I’m blessed with amazing siblings and half-a-dozen buddies that are genuinely brothers. As one of them put it, “Sure, you’re on the clock, but we’re all on the clock.” Death is a wicked thief, and the bastard pursues us all.
Still, I’ve got less time than I’d prefer. This is hard for someone wired to work and build, but harder still as a husband and a dad. I can’t begin to describe how great my people are. During the past year, as we’d temporarily stepped back from public life and built new family rhythms, Melissa and I have grown even closer — and that on top of three decades of the best friend a man could ever have. Seven months ago, Corrie was commissioned into the Air Force and she’s off at instrument and multi-engine rounds of flight school. Last week, Alex kicked butt graduating from college a semester early even while teaching gen chem, organic, and physics (she’s a freak). This summer, 14-year-old Breck started learning to drive. (Okay, we’ve been driving off-book for six years — but now we’ve got paper to make it street-legal.) I couldn’t be more grateful to constantly get to bear-hug this motley crew of sinners and saints.
There’s not a good time to tell your peeps you’re now marching to the beat of a faster drummer — but the season of advent isn’t the worst. As a Christian, the weeks running up to Christmas are a time to orient our hearts toward the hope of what’s to come.
Not an abstract hope in fanciful human goodness; not hope in vague hallmark-sappy spirituality; not a bootstrapped hope in our own strength (what foolishness is the evaporating-muscle I once prided myself in). Nope — often we lazily say “hope” when what we mean is “optimism.” To be clear, optimism is great, and it’s absolutely necessary, but it’s insufficient. It’s not the kinda thing that holds up when you tell your daughters you’re not going to walk them down the aisle. Nor telling your mom and pops they’re gonna bury their son.
A well-lived life demands more reality — stiffer stuff. That’s why, during advent, even while still walking in darkness, we shout our hope — often properly with a gravelly voice soldiering through tears.
Such is the calling of the pilgrim. Those who know ourselves to need a Physician should dang well look forward to enduring beauty and eventual fulfillment. That is, we hope in a real Deliverer — a rescuing God, born at a real time, in a real place. But the eternal city — with foundations and without cancer — is not yet.
Remembering Isaiah’s prophecies of what’s to come doesn’t dull the pain of current sufferings. But it does put it in eternity’s perspective:
“When we've been there 10,000 years…We've no less days to sing God's praise.”
I’ll have more to say. I’m not going down without a fight. One sub-part of God’s grace is found in the jawdropping advances science has made the past few years in immunotherapy and more. Death and dying aren’t the same — the process of dying is still something to be lived. We’re zealously embracing a lot of gallows humor in our house, and I’ve pledged to do my part to run through the irreverent tape.
But for now, as our family faces the reality of treatments, but more importantly as we celebrate Christmas, we wish you peace: “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned….For to us a son is given” (Isaiah 9).
With great gratitude, and with gravelly-but-hopeful voices,
Ben — and the Sasses
@ofctimallen Bless you!! Forgiveness brings freedom and power. Forgiveness does not release the culprit from responsibility, it releases us from the chains of bitterness. We are free, they are not. Les Mis is a great example of this… ♥️
I respectfully plead with Mr. Vice President @JDVance to begin reading Proverbs daily. For the sake of your fellow Americans (and the world). Seek wisdom and walk in it. 🙏🏼 ing for you regarding this. You have opportunity to lead in a “more excellent way.” 1 Cor 13
@DistroKid would love some help resolving this! It’s been three days. 💔 We don’t even know how to create “artificial streams” and have not hired anyone to push this song! Please resolve with Spotify! https://t.co/32God0Pb9e
Estimating line to have crossed thru Nashville by 830 PM, Williamson Co by 9 PM. Storms suffering from an off key bassist, making the Tornado Band sound terrible: this pleases the people, who showed up hoping for failure. Watching closely in case he rallies / 725 PM
Good review here of a recent release: Stephanie Staples Releases New Single 'Reconstruct'. Please add/stream it. It’s good work. https://t.co/BAtfWsEkKT