Dr. Anthony Jordan

Powerful! Thank God for this great man of God. Thankful for his leadership and investment in all of us. Oh the joy he is experiencing with the Savior he loved!

@john316marshall Happy 55th!

Ruth and I married 55 years ago today. It has been my piece and peace of Heaven.

As a young preacher I longed black wingtips because all the big preachers wore them. Things have changed. Now big preachers wear white Nikes whether with jeans or suit. Preached at QSBC Sun and my pastor gave me these! I now join Dr Bales and Dr Kelly as cool!

$22 million for steak and lobster for our soldiers $600 million for Planned Parenthood to kill babies. Guess which one makes Democrats mad?

@Kenny_Mossman Great church! Great pastor! Happy 120th.

Our church, First Baptist of Carnegie, Oklahoma, turned 120 today. It met for the first time on March 11, 1906, with Pastor CW Morrison and seven women. I have to believe they’d be so pleased to see how God sustained that which He planted in their hearts and town.

@ricklance You are one of the best! You have led with excellence. God will continue you to use you to advance the gospel.

Today, I announced my upcoming retirement from your State Board of Missions. My statement to your SBOM trustees is posted at: ricklance.com/a-new-chapter-…

Adria Rogers said, “If you woke up this morning and you are still here, then God still has a plan for your life.” So get up, stand tall, and go into the world and make a difference for eternity. Live today fulfilling His will for your life.

@drjamesmerritt May our Lord bring his wonderful peace n your time of sorrow.

Yesterday I spent the day watching my deaf brother, leave this earth and go into the hands of Jesus. We grew up together, played together and loved Jesus together. Through tears I rejoice as he whispered “I know I’m going to die and I’m going to Heaven.” Thank you Lord Jesus.

@BenSasse May our Lord strengthen you for this journey and your testimony touch many without the hope you hold. You have been lifted to the throne of grace.

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

Undeniable Biblical and scientific truth!

Birth of the King of Kings. “Majesty in the midst of the mundane. Holiness in the filth of sheep manure and sweat. Divinity entering the world on the floor of a stable, through the womb of a teenager, and in the presence of a carpenter.” Lucado

Angels and Shepherds Luke 2:9. “Change always brings fear before it brings faith. God interrupts our lives with something we’ve never seen and rather than praise, we panic.” Fear turned to faith when they gazed upon the Savior in a manger.

“God became man. While the creatures of earth walked unaware, Divinity arrived…He who was larger than the universe became an embryo…God as a fetus. Holiness sleeping in a womb. The Creator of life being created. IN THE MANGER -Lucado

We had a wonderful birthday celebration last night for beautiful Polla. Happy Birthday to the love of my life!

@davidwwhitlock Congrats! Blessings as you begin this new chapter in your life.

Deeply honored to serve our students alongside amazing colleagues in the place that launched my career.

TRUTH

I wouldn’t wish my childhood on anyone. But I’ve learned something powerful: 🚨 Pain unprocessed becomes pain passed on. The cost? It shows up in how you lead, live, and love. #LeadWithHealing #ExecutiveCoaching #LegacyOverHype

EXCELLENT! Oklahoma Gov. Kevin Stitt Defunds Planned Parenthood buff.ly/F8CFwcG

Thank you Gov Stitt and Pro-Life Legislators of OK!