(Ivry Gitlis on answering the question: "what is your motto?") "... to be alive, to be aware, to hear, to know, to feel, to see, to love, to be loved a little bit sometimes."
In Norwich, Connecticut, a local museum has made a long-overdue effort at racial reconciliation, by returning twenty-one ancient tribal artifacts to the Mohegan Indians.
But as for everything else in the country... we'll be keeping that.
“Unfortunately he’d gone feral and we couldn’t re-introduce him into the home. He ended up living with my friend’s parents in Preston.” This is the commentary moment of the World Cup and it will not be beaten. Ever.
Anyone meeting a man saying he is the God of the Universe (Light of the World, Heavenly Bread, Son of Man, Son of God, ‘I AM’, Forgiver of all sins, Judge of the Earth, etc) could not rationally just ‘like’ him. You could not even respond with mere pity if you also saw his miraculous power and the following he was commanding. You would reject his claims and him with shock, fear, or anger. Or you would accept them and worship him. Nothing in the middle.
Not every contact with Jesus in the Bible exposed the hearers to his self-claims. But anyone in the gospel who heard them or saw the exercise of his supernatural power asked him to leave (Mk 5:17; Lk 5:8) or tried to kill him (Lk 4:28-29; Jn 10:31; 11:53) or became his disciple. Not only is this orthodox theology—that Christ must be worshipped—it is also common sense that claims of exclusive deity would provoke immoderate responses.
This argument—that if you recognize the Jesus who really lived and spoke you will have to reject him wholly or worship and serve him supremely—was liberating for me when I accepted it. It moved me over a line I was previously unable to cross. It transformed me. It is the reason I can face cancer. It is a life-giving truth.
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 🥹🇮🇷
A dad helps his blind son follow the Portugal vs Uzbekistan match by using a football tactics board to guide his hand through the action 🙏
𝑭𝑶𝑶𝑻𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑳. 💛
For the average Indian, being alive often feels like a daily lottery won against absurd odds. A day when the fire doesn't rage, a day when the exits aren't needed. A day when the building stands, the wiring holds and chance looks elsewhere. My piece: https://t.co/HcruQskqJt