The Texian

Aspiring homesteader | Rebellion to tyrants is obedience to God | In my cold dead arm 💉🚫 | #Texit 🤠 #BTC

[The Texian @The_Texian]

WOE TO YOU, SCRIBES AND PHARISEES, HYPOCRITES! FOR YOU SHUT UP THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN AGAINST MEN! FOR YOU NEITHER GO IN YOURSELVES, NOR DO YOU ALLOW THOSE WHO ARE ENTERING TO GO IN!

WOE TO YOU, SCRIBES AND PHARISEES, HYPOCRITES! FOR YOU TRAVEL LAND AND SEA TO MAKE A SINGLE PROSELYTE, AND WHEN HE IS WON, YOU MAKE HIM TWICE THE SON OF HELL AS YOURSELF!

YOU SERPENTS! YOU BROOD OF VIPERS! HOW WILL YOU ESCAPE BEING CONDEMNED TO HELL?!

[The Biblical Man @Biblicalman]

A man said "I accept Jesus Christ" on his deathbed.

The church asked if he really meant it.

I need to ask you something.

When did we become the gatekeepers of grace?

I've watched Christians dissect Scott Adams' final words like prosecutors.

They parsed his phrases. They weighed his tone. They measured his faith against some invisible scale and found it wanting.

"That doesn't sound like surrender," they said. "That sounds like a man hedging his bets."

And I understand the instinct. I do.

But there's a verse that haunts me. Not because it's obscure—because it's too simple.

"Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."
(Romans 10:13)

Whosoever.

Not "whosoever truly believes in their heart of hearts." Not "whosoever demonstrates sufficient sincerity." Not "whosoever calls early enough in life that we trust their
motives."

Whosoever.

The moment we add prerequisites to that promise, we've traded the Gospel for religion.

We've smuggled works back in through the side door labeled "authentic faith."

I know what some of you are thinking.

But he admitted he wasn't a believer.
He talked about "risk and reward."
He said he hoped he'd "qualify."

Yes. He did.

And those words make us uncomfortable. They don't sound like the confident declarations we want from converts. They sound uncertain. Calculating. Human.

But here's what I need you to hear:

The thief on the cross didn't have time to develop mature theology either.

He was a criminal. Hours from death. He looked at Jesus and said, "Lord, remember me when you come into your kingdom."

That's it.

No profession of belief in the resurrection. No renunciation of his former life. No evidence of transformed character.

Just a desperate man, reaching for a hand he wasn't sure would take his.

And Jesus said, "Today you will be with me in paradise."

We have a problem, and it's not Scott Adams.

It's us.

We've internalized a law that God never gave us. A natural sense of fairness that says late arrivals should get less. That deathbed conversions are suspicious. That the math
should somehow work out—more faith, more years, more sacrifice equals more standing before God.

Jesus told a parable about this.

We skip over it because it offends us.

A landowner hired workers throughout the day. Some came at dawn. Some at noon. Some showed up with one hour left.

At the end, he paid them all the same.

The early workers were furious.

"These who were hired last worked only one hour, and you have made them equal to us who have borne the burden of the work and the heat of the day."
(Matthew 20:12)

And the landowner replied:

"I am not being unfair to you, friend. Didn't you agree to work for a denarius? Don't I have the right to do what I want with my own money? Or are you envious because I am generous?"

There it is.

The scandal of grace is that it feels unfair.

A man who mocked God for sixty years gets the same inheritance as the saint who served since childhood. A skeptic who hedged his bets at the last breath stands in the same kingdom as the martyr who gave everything.

And something in us recoils.

That's not grace rejecting us.

That's us rejecting grace.

Let me tell you what I see when Christians interrogate a dead man's faith.

I see the older brother standing outside the party, refusing to go in.

The prodigal came home reeking of pig filth and poor decisions. The father ran to him. Threw a robe on his back. Killed the fattened calf.

And the older brother?

"Look! All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!"
(Luke 15:29-30)

He couldn't celebrate the return because he was too busy auditing the journey.

Sound familiar?

Here's the truth we don't want to face:

We can't see hearts. We can only see words.

And the words Scott Adams spoke were: "I accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior."

Were they perfect? No.
Were they confident? No.
Were they the words we would have scripted? No.

But they were the words.

And the God who receives those words is not checking for tone. He's not running sentiment analysis. He's not grading on a curve.

He's looking for open hands.

Paul wrote something that lands differently now:

"Who are you to judge someone else's servant? To their own master, servants stand or fall. And they will stand, for the Lord is able to make them stand."
(Romans 14:4)

Scott Adams was not our servant to judge. He answered to his own Master.

And the Lord is able—able—to make him stand.

That's not my promise. That's Scripture's promise.

The question is whether we'll submit to it.

I know why we do this.

I know why we parse and weigh and question.

Because if grace is really this free, then we didn't earn our place either.

If the deathbed convert gets in, then our decades of service weren't the price of admission. They were the privilege of knowing Him longer.

And that reframes everything.

It means the faith we've built isn't a resume. It's a relationship.

It means our years weren't buying something. They were receiving something.

It means we were never the workers earning a wage.

We were always the prodigals coming home.

So did Scott Adams get saved?

I don't know.

But I know what the Scripture says.

Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.

I know what Jesus promised the thief who had nothing to offer but a desperate plea.

I know what the father did when his son came crawling home with a rehearsed speech that never even got finished.

And I know what the landowner said to the workers who were angry that grace didn't do math the way they wanted.

"Are you envious because I am generous?"

The gate is narrow, but it's not locked.

The standard is high, but it's not ours to enforce.

The Judge is holy, but He is also the one who ran to meet the prodigal while he was still a long way off.

Stop auditing the dead.

Start marveling at the grace that let you in.

"Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."

Whosoever.

Even him.

Even you.

What saith the Scriptures?

That's the only question that matters.

[The Texian @The_Texian]

Fuck I hate nose bleeds

[The Texian @The_Texian]

@Thomasdelvasto_ Kintsugi ass tweet

[Sheepdog @Woundedsheepdog]

Submission in marriage is a deep place of trust, where a wife has come to accept, often at a subconscious level, that her husband has earned the right to lead — because she believes he genuinely has her best interests at heart

[The Texian @The_Texian]

I am never disappointed by a meatball sandwich

[suspiciously geesus shaped @defnotgeesus]

I always think I want a meatball sandwich. Always disappointed when I get one.

[Shelley @ProudArmymom66]

The day I learned you can’t harvest organs from a dead person is the day I changed my license from organ donor to not an organ donor.

[The Texian @The_Texian]

@CaribbeanRythms @123yourfren Yeah, chimps have some degree of this, they get it.

[The Texian @The_Texian]

@Thomasdelsmallo 💀

[I Love Lonesome Gavlan @HeWheelsHeDeals]

I asked my boss if I should apply for this promotion and he told me “it can be hard to set aside positive feelings you have for your coworkers when you have to be their supervisor”

I said very quickly, “I don’t have any of those feelings” and he just looked at me like this

[Michael Dixon @mdixonair]

You guys ever think about the colossal downgrade of license plate designs in our state over our lifetime?

[Based in Christ @theistinthought]

I think Christians emphasize being broken sinners too much.

By contrast, the NT constantly talks about our victory over sin, being new creatures in Christ, etc. Paul continually refers to Christians as saints, not sinners.

[The Texian @The_Texian]

Imagine being the person at Google whose job is just to come up with cutesy ideas like this

[Among the Wildflowers @deaflibertarian]

If you Google Jimothy he will run across the screen. You can press the green paw at the bottom and make him run across again. Let me know if it works! :)

[The Texian @The_Texian]

@Thomasdelvasto_ Definitely more fluid sexuality than for men

[The Texian @The_Texian]

@visakanv I fucking love Alan Watts

https://t.co/PWenAHlLTd

[The Texian @The_Texian]

@visakanv I fucking love Alan Watts

https://t.co/PWenAHlLTd

[Visakan Veerasamy @visakanv]

If you can imagine this in a way that is respectful and kind: in a sense, my goal in life is to laugh in the face of god. A big, happy, hearty laugh shared between the closest of friends. Children should not live in guilt and fear and shame and anxiety. Existence is hilarious

[Visakan Veerasamy @visakanv]

Alan Watts really changed my life when I was inhibitingly depressed around 2014/2015. Life just seemed so bleak - even with a job I liked and a wife I loved, existence seemed like a jail sentence. Alan helped me see that it was funny, in a hearty and nourishing way

[The Texian @The_Texian]

@funplings Maybe she just wanted you to be autistic with her

[The Texian @The_Texian]

@Thomasdelvasto_ We forgot a step

[BowTied Biohacker @BowTiedUM]

Biohacking in 2035

[The Texian @The_Texian]

Just move around

[The Ways of A Gentleman @Gentleman_Ways]

“Inaction breeds doubt and fear. Action breeds confidence and courage. If you want to conquer fear, do not sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy.”

-Dale Carnegie