Ed In America
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Ed In America
@Ed_In_America
Jesus is the only way to Heaven. Other stuff doesn’t really matter too much. I block bots and trollops.
Katılım Kasım 2023
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@paramounttactcl I have blocked her, but somehow I keep having to see her face. I am not interested in this very hateful person, or her opinions. I hope she meets the real Christ as Savior and Lord soon.
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@xbradtc There is a ban on going over the speed limit, too. Glad nobody does that!
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To all the veterans who have served our nation, I hope you consider running for public office.
America benefits from leaders who understand duty, service, sacrifice, and accountability.
I don't know who this individual is, but he says, "No vet has made any sacrifice... I don't support veterans; the only vets I support are the ones that take care of cats and dogs."
Statements like that are deeply dismissive of the men and women who have chosen to serve our country.
Regardless of political differences, those who volunteered to serve deserve to be treated with dignity and respect.
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@ChrissieMayr Everything bad anyone has ever said about you is true.
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@adamcmoyer Well, that is Steven Furtick, who said, "I AM God Almighty!" So we can completely ignore everything he has to say short of, "I was wrong. I am sorry. I am not God. I repent. I resign. I will never teach humans again."
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In Louisiana the woman at the bakery gave me thirteen donuts and charged me for twelve.
I told her, with respect, that she had miscounted.
She did not look up. She said, "That's your lagniappe, baby."
I did not know the word. I asked her to say it again. She said it the way you say a thing to a man who is plainly not from here but is trying, which I have come to believe is the warmest voice in the American language.
Lagniappe, she said, is a little something extra. Given for free. For no reason. You did not ask for it and you cannot give it back. The thirteenth donut is not a mistake. The thirteenth donut is the law.
I stood in that bakery and I understood that I had just been shown a secret.
I have crossed an ocean. I have buried a father. I have held a line that could not be held and I did not step back. And in all of it I had never once handed a man a thing he had not earned, for a reason that did not exist. These people did it before nine in the morning, over donuts, and thought nothing of it. I resolved, right there, to learn the way of lagniappe if it cost me the rest of my life.
It did not cost me the rest of my life. It cost me about a week, and it went badly.
My first attempt was at the hardware store, where a man had once dropped a free screw into my palm. I returned to balance the debt. I bought a birdhouse I did not need and told him, quietly, that the second birdhouse would be his lagniappe.
He said he only saw one birdhouse.
I said the second was coming. I would build it. For him.
He said, "...you're gonna build me a birdhouse."
I said yes. As lagniappe.
He said that wasn't really how it worked.
This was a hard lesson. Lagniappe is given by the one who has, to the one who happens to be standing there. You cannot charge it to yourself as a debt and deliver it as a chore. I had turned a gift into homework, which is the one thing lagniappe will not be. I left the birdhouse unbuilt, which I am told is the correct number of birdhouses.
My second attempt was worse.
My neighbor, a kind woman named Miss Brenda, brought me a plate of what she called "just a little dirty rice, don't make a thing of it." I resolved to answer her lagniappe with a lagniappe of my own, and, being a samurai, I could not do little.
I gave her a tomato from my garden. Sensing the gift too small to hold my gratitude, I added the rest of the tomatoes. Then the plants they grew on. Then I went back for the wheelbarrow, to help her carry the plants.
She stood on her porch and watched a foreign man advance on her home pushing a wheelbarrow of his entire garden, and she said, and I will hold this in my heart until the day I die, "Oh, honey. No."
Oh, honey. No.
She sat me down. She poured me sweet tea, which I now understand was itself a lagniappe, and which I very nearly tried to repay with the wheelbarrow a second time. Then she explained, slowly, that the whole point of a little something extra is that it is little. That a gift a person cannot lift is not a gift, it is a bill. That the tomato had been perfect. That the wheelbarrow had been a cry for help.
I had believed generosity was a mountain, and that the tallest mountain won. In eight hundred years no one had told me it was one warm plate handed over a fence with the words don't make a thing of it. I have made a thing of everything. It is, I am beginning to fear, my whole personality.
The next morning I left a single tomato on Miss Brenda's porch. One. The good one. I did not knock and I did not explain. That, she had taught me, is the art: you leave the little thing and you get gone.
She caught me anyway, halfway across the yard.
She held up the tomato. "This my lagniappe?"
I said yes.
"Well, alright then."
Well, alright then.
Louisiana is the finest place I have ever failed to understand. I get something wrong here nearly every day and nobody minds. They feed me, and correct me, and feed me again, and send me off with one more of whatever it was, for no reason, which I am no longer permitted to refuse.
I keep one good tomato by my door now.
You never know who is going to happen to be standing there.
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@RealShahriqKhan I read and appreciate your posts. How do we do this? What would be the method, not for spending, but for evangelizing the Muslims?
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@GuntherEagleman I thought he was dead! Wow. The more you know.
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@ImprecatoryOne @AmerRef1517 Why is that? I haven't seen much of his stuff, but I haven't seen anything blasphemous or traitorous. Has he gone the way of Candace who-must-not-be-named?
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@JCRyle Don't forget the Holy Spirit. You can't understand most of it without the Holy Spirit.
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@WWUTTcom The only "right side of history" is with Jesus Christ.
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Believe in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved.
Being “on the right side of history” will not be enough to save you on the day of judgment. Being in Christ is how you will truly be on the right side.
The Babylon Bee@TheBabylonBee
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THE TEN COMMANDMENTS!
1. You shall have no other gods before Me.
2. You shall not make or worship idols.
3. You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain.
4. Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.
5. Honor your father and your mother.
6. You shall not murder.
7. You shall not commit adultery.
8. You shall not steal.
9. You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.
10. You shall not covet what belongs to others.
Now be honest, have you sinned?
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Jeremy addresses Chris Packham’s derogatory comments about Clarkson’s Farm whilst appearing on Gogglebox.
Mr Packham's comments came as he watched Clarkson's Farm during an episode of Celebrity Gogglebox, where he criticised what he sees as an unrealistic portrayal of farming exclaiming the following -
"Already, right, that's not what a farm looks like. Most farms are horrible monocultures, which have been sprayed with deadly chemicals time and time again. The ground is pumped full of fertiliser, and loads of the animals are indoors in crates, being crushed and kept in the dark."
Mr Clarkson rejected the comments outright and rebutted with the following -
"The endlessly angry Chris Packham went on Gogglebox this week and erupted in blind fury about the Winnie the Pooh-ish opening credits to my farming programme," he wrote.
"Now, of course this kind of stuff plays well in a room full of nose rings and Palestine flags at a vegan activist meeting in Hackney," Clarkson wrote.
"But he was on a television programme, and it didn't play well at all."
"Because it's b*llocks"
"And Chris knows it's b*llocks because, back in 2012, he came to Diddly Squat and spent the day in our woods, foraging and bird watching," he claimed.
"If there had been some animals in a crate, being crushed, I'm sure he would have noticed and said something."
Well said Jezza.
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A stranger at an American grocery store said, "I love your jacket, man."
I froze.
In Japan, when a stranger speaks to you, something is wrong. You dropped your wallet. Your bag is open. There is a spider on you.
So I checked my jacket for stains.
I checked my zipper.
I turned around — maybe he meant someone behind me.
He was already gone.
He didn't want anything.
The compliment was the whole event.
It took me three weeks to try it myself. I practiced in my car. "Nice hat." "Nice hat." "Nice hat." Twenty minutes.
At Home Depot, I finally said it to an old man. My voice cracked like I was confessing love.
He said "Thanks, brother!" and kept walking.
Like it was nothing.
Like kindness is free here.
Since that day, I have complimented 14 strangers.
In 40 years in Japan, I never once told my father I liked his car.
Tomorrow I'm calling him.
Nice hat, America.
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@farmingandJesus A) No one is perfect
B) Who are we talking about today?
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