Joseph of Arimathea pulled a corpse off a cross with his bare hands.
Blood under his fingernails. The weight of a dead man sagging into his arms.
He wrapped God in linen, pressed the fabric into wounds that were still wet.
Nicodemus brought seventy-five pounds of burial spice. A king's funeral for a man the world just murdered.
They carried Him into a hole in the rock and rolled the stone shut.
And everything you've ever done went in with Him.
Every night you can't sleep because of what you did. Every morning, you can't look in the mirror. The thing you did to her. The thing you did to them. The
lie you've been carrying so long it feels like bone.
The version of you that drinks alone and pretends tomorrow will be different.
That man was buried with Christ.
Stone sealed. Done.
Not managed. Not in therapy. Not on a payment plan with God where you slowly earn your way back. Buried. In a tomb. Under rock. Gone.
Three days of silence. Three days of a cold body in the dark.
Then the stone moved.
And when He walked out, the grave clothes were folded on the slab. He didn't stumble out tangled in death. He left it sitting there like a man who's done
with the clothes he used to wear.
Lazarus needed someone to unwrap him. Death still clung to him even after he was breathing.
Jesus folded His own burial linen and walked out clean.
That's the difference between religion and resurrection. Religion unwraps you slowly. Asks you to manage your sin. Attend the class. Read the book. Try harder next week.
Resurrection says the man who walked into that tomb is dead. The man who walked out doesn't know him.
You're not fixing the old you. The old you is in a sealed tomb in Jerusalem, and he's not coming back.
The man reading this, the one who thinks he's too far gone, you're not too far. You're already buried. The funeral happened two thousand years
ago.
Now get up. The stone's already moved. The linen's already folded.
Walk out.
On this day in 1777, the Continental Congress did something that sounds completely insane on paper. They commissioned a nineteen-year-old French aristocrat with zero combat experience as a major general in the American army. His name was the Marquis de Lafayette, and betting on him turned out to be one of the best decisions they ever made.
Understand how unlikely this was. Lafayette was a teenager, rich, titled, and green as grass, who had defied his own king and slipped out of France against orders to come fight for a revolution that was losing. Congress was drowning in foreign officers demanding rank and money, and they were sick of it. What set Lafayette apart was a single line in his offer: he would serve at his own expense and take no pay. He did not want money. He wanted the cause. That, plus a letter backed by Benjamin Franklin, flipped Congress from annoyed to charmed.
The gamble paid off almost immediately. Just weeks later at the Battle of Brandywine, this untested kid general was shot through the leg, and instead of going down he stayed up rallying retreating troops, helping turn a rout into an orderly withdrawal before he would let anyone treat the wound. Washington, who had lost his own son years earlier, more or less adopted him. The feeling was mutual.
And here is why July 31 matters. That teenager grew into one of the most important men of the entire Revolution. Four years later it was Lafayette, maneuvering across Virginia, who helped pin Cornwallis at Yorktown and set up the victory that won the war. The old commanders trusted a nineteen-year-old volunteer with a general's stars, and he spent the rest of the war proving they were right.
@rez_devil So sad. That’s what I do for a living. The best advice I got from an amputee is
“This is what I am. An amputee. But it doesn’t define WHO I AM. I am still my own person. My life changed, but I am still ME. “
Prayers for the whole family. Thanks for sharing. Keep us updated.
$16,000 in 24 hours is insane. Forever grateful to all of you. Will make sure to thank you all individually when I get a chance.
He’s in bad shape but we think he’s gonna be OK. I’ll be in AZ for the next few weeks trying to keep him from working. Wish me luck!
@DougTammaro@snakestakes Doug, it was great meeting you last night. You are a great ambassador for the University itself, the athletes & coaches and the alumni
This photo was due to the kindness of the University this year. My grandson’s, whom you met last night, 1st ASU 🏈 game. Thanks for being you
As contagious as it is to watch Belushi, you just can't take your eyes off of Aykroyd.
The sheer amount of talent on that small stage is staggering.
The Blues Brothers performing 'Soul Man' live on SNL, in 1978.
48 years apart yet it is still incredibly impressive.