As a @PABoysState alumnus, I was proud to deliver commencement remarks and celebrate the next generation of our Commonwealth’s leaders.
Their commitment to service, leadership, and country gives me tremendous confidence in Pennsylvania’s future. Special thank you to the @AmericanLegion for their support of this great leadership program.
SHOUT-OUT to #BHSClassof2025🎓’s ZACH FOLGER who spoke to Mr. Schulte’s AP United States History classes today❗️
Zach is a recent graduate of NAPS (Naval Academy Preparatory School) in Rhode Island & received his appointment to the @NavalAcademy⚓️ in Annapolis‼️
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More than 4,000 midshipmen at the U.S. Naval Academy—some of the best and brightest in our nation. It was great to sit down and have lunch with a few young, proud, courageous Alaskans preparing to serve and defend our nation.
Centuries before Jesus was born, Isaiah described Him as "a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief" — and in the Garden of Gethsemane, Jesus fulfilled every word of it. He felt the loneliness, the abandonment, the anguish of submitting to a will that would cost Him everything.
But because He went through all of it, He understands all of it. Every pain you carry, every moment you feel overwhelmed or abandoned — Jesus has been there.
He is not a distant God observing your suffering from a safe distance. He is, as Hebrews tells us, a High Priest who "understands our weaknesses" because He faced the same testings we do.
So come to Him boldly — with your grief, your confusion, your unanswered questions — and find what Hebrews promises is waiting: mercy and grace in your moment of greatest need.
Forging leaders starts at NAPS. ⚓️🔥
Great to connect with the dedicated pros shaping our future Midn Candidates each day—thank you for all you do!
As a proud Napster, I’ve seen how NAPS turns “diamonds in the rough” into leaders for the Navy, Marine Corps & Coast Guard. ⚓️🦅🇺🇸
The Cross Still Offends
The bullet tore the air in half.
A folding chair rattled. A Bible dropped. A young man slumped sideways beneath a white event tent, eyes wide with the weight of eternity.
It was supposed to be a conversation. A “prove me wrong” segment. But this time, rebuttal came not with words, but with a rifle.
Charlie Kirk didn’t get to finish his sentence.
I got the news just before prayer meeting. I contemplated this death as I prepared to lead the saints in prayer. But I didn’t feel like praying. Not tonight. My hands were still. My mouth was ready. But my soul was pacing. Angry. Grieving. Tempted.
Tempted to grow quiet.
Tempted to sit this one out.
Tempted to wonder if any of this, faith, boldness, public gospel witness, is still worth it.
Because hatred in this country isn’t simmering anymore. It is boiling.
Europe is trembling. Israel is burning. Rockets lit the sky over Gaza again. And now, here on American soil, the blood of a Christian apologist paints the pavement of a university quad.
What do you do with that?
What do you say when courage gets gunned down in daylight?
Charlie Kirk was no perfect man. None of us are.
But he had backbone where most of us don’t anymore. He was a believer. Unashamed. Unafraid. He understood that real conversations only happen when truth is welcome at the table. And the truth he carried most was Christ.
He brought the gospel into public space on purpose. Because the gospel isn’t supposed to stay in church basements and private Bible studies. It is meant to confront. It is supposed to offend. It was not made for safety.
The Word became flesh and they nailed Him to a tree.
So of course they came for Charlie.
Of course they reached for a gun.
This is what evil does when it runs out of arguments. It doesn’t reason. It kills.
That’s the part that catches in my throat. Not just the sadness, but the strategy of hell behind it.
The Enemy wants us afraid.
He wants us to see what happened to Charlie and backpedal.
He wants the rest of us to whisper, to soften the message, to believe the lie that faith should stay private.
But Christ never whispered.
He preached in temples, on hillsides, in courtrooms, at dinner tables.
And when they told Him to be quiet, He picked up His cross.
Not a symbolic one.
A real one.
Heavy. Bloody. Splintered.
When Jesus said, “Follow Me,” He didn’t hand out maps. He handed out crosses.
That’s what I remembered tonight.
I sat in our prayer space, surrounded by saints who had brought prayer lists and worn Bibles. And I realized I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I wanted to lead them into battle. Not with banners or fists, but with open Bibles and tear-stained prayers.
The kind of war that kneels in gravel beside the wounded, hands them living water, and refuses to leave. The kind that speaks both mercy and judgment without flinching. The kind Charlie died for.
This world is not a friend to grace. But grace isn’t fragile.
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?”
Paul didn’t leave that question unanswered.
“Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?”
—Romans 8:35
He piles up every fear you and I carry and then sets them on fire.
“No. In all these things we are more than conquerors.”
That means bullets don’t win. Slander doesn’t win. Prison bars don’t win. Death doesn’t win.
You can lose everything in this world and still walk into glory with your head lifted high. Because the love of God in Christ Jesus isn’t suspended by headlines or gunfire.
There are two worlds unfolding right now.
The one you see.
And the one you don’t.
One is filled with chaos. The other is filled with crowns.
I believe that when Charlie Kirk’s body slumped to the concrete, his soul stood upright in heaven. Not limping. Not silenced. Not stunned. But crowned.
He didn’t fall.
He crossed.
The great cloud of witnesses gained another voice.
And I wonder if Stephen met him there.
The first martyr.
The man who got stoned for preaching what the crowd didn’t want to hear.
The man who, in his final breath, saw the heavens open.
The only time in all of Scripture we see Jesus standing at the right hand of God, rising to receive one of His own.
I like to believe He stood again.
Are you afraid?
Do you feel the tremble in your spirit?
Do you wonder if it’s still worth it to speak boldly, to carry your Bible, to preach the gospel in a world that doesn’t just disagree but wants you gone?
You’re not alone.
You’re not weak for feeling that.
But you are called to something stronger than silence.
Don’t let fear become your theology.
The cost is high. But the reward?
The reward is Christ. And He’s not a concept. He’s a King.
Heaven is not empty.
It is filled with scarred saints who refused to bow to fear.
Men who were stoned.
Women who were burned.
Children who sang while the flames climbed.
And every last one of them arrived.
There is no difficulty that can cancel the promise of God.
There is no persecution that can derail your destination.
There is no sniper’s bullet that can separate a soul from Christ.
Your life is not measured by how long you live on earth, but by how much of it was spent pointing to heaven.
Paul said, “I have fought the good fight… I have kept the faith.”
Then he looked toward the reward.
Not a monument. Not a mention in history books.
But a crown.
Handed to him by the One with nail marks still in His hands.
So let me say this clearly.
We do not mourn like the world mourns.
We do not write eulogies dripping with sentiment.
We sing songs of resurrection.
We carry the banner of a Kingdom that does not tremble.
Charlie Kirk did not die for nothing.
He died carrying the same message you and I must now carry forward.
The cross stands tall.
The tomb is still empty.
And the gospel has not lost one ounce of power.
So pick up your cross.
Wipe your eyes.
And keep going.
The crown is worth it.
The King is coming.
And there’s still time to speak.
Even if they shoot.
Lord, give us courage.
And if not safety, give us joy.
For we carry not just the message, but the marks.
And You are worth every bruise.
🚨 WOW! The National Athem before the Army-Navy game, with President Trump on the field, might just be the BEST rendition I’ve ever heard
How can anyone listen to this and NOT feel patriotic?! 🇺🇸🦅
Are you a prepper? The New York Times and other media are reporting that many people on TikTok think the rapture is happening and the world is ending this week! There’s no question, Jesus Christ will return—but we don’t know when. Jesus Himself tells us, “But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, but My Father only" (Matthew 24:36). When He does appear, there will not be time to prepare—it will happen “in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye” (1 Corinthians 15:52). That means we have to be prepared now, not tomorrow or sometime later. In fact, that’s the most important thing you can do in your life—because it determines where your soul will spend eternity. And the way to prepare isn’t by stocking up on food, fuel, and other survival necessities. It’s by turning to God, asking Him to forgive your sins, and putting your faith and trust in His Son, Jesus Christ, as your Lord and Savior. Jesus was crucified on a cross for our sins, shed His own blood, died, was buried, and God raised Him to life on the third day. Surrender your life to Him—this is the preparation that will count. Are you ready for Christ’s return? https://t.co/i2D365UkHB
EVERYTHING I could ever hope to instill in a player, @KeithMincin🌟 represents, as it was both an HONOR & a PRIVILEGE to be alongside his journey to all he accomplished during his time at BHS & all he will continue to achieve in years to come‼️
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