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Brian Mullen 🍰

Brian Mullen 🍰

@F3_CakeBoss

Christ follower, Husband, Father #obedience-14, #discipline-15, #grow-17, #trusting-18, #abide-19,#wisdom-20,#prepare-21, #cherish-22/23, #faithfulness-25

Fort Mill, SC Katılım Eylül 2009
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Patricia 🇺🇸@1109Patricia·
Hate and intentional lies that were continually told by the Left to make people believe Charlie Kirk was racist. Influencing misguided people is most likely what led to Charlie’s assassination.
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Talk Church
Talk Church@churchtalkative·
Nigerian Christians needs our help and prayers!🇳🇬🙏
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Faraz Pervaiz@FarazPervaiz3·
Nigeria: Her Christian husband and two children, aged 3 years and 10 months, were slaughtered by Islamists right in front of her. She and her only surviving child, aged 7, were left for dead, and her hand was chopped off. The Persecuted Church in Nigeria needs all of us.
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Andrew Safnauer | Business Ops & Strategy Advisor
Small sub, chips and drink at Capriottis yesterday was 17 dollars. I’m not sure who to be mad at besides myself who saw the numbers on the price board but went ahead anyway. Turkey sub was good but the only sandwich worth that is a lobster roll.
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Pastor Rich Bitterman
Pastor Rich Bitterman@w_bitterman·
Where Was God in the Texas Flood? The sandals are still by the door. Her toothbrush is dry. There are fingerprints on the car window that no one can bring themselves to wipe away. She was seven. On the Fourth of July, she slipped beneath the water and did not come back. She was not alone. Her sister was found close by, their fingers still laced together. As if one last act of love might hold the river back. Sometimes, the sky just breaks open and nothing is ever the same. When time becomes before and after. When pain is not a page in someone else’s story, but the sound of your own heartbeat. This is one of those moments. And what can be said now? What words can rise in a flood of pain so sudden, so wide, that entire families are washed into silence? Still…we must speak. We must try. Not to explain away the ache. Not to tidy up the tears. But to tell the truth, because silence leaves a vacuum, and in that vacuum, where truth stays quiet, shadows multiply: that this was meaningless, that God is cruel, that death always wins. Let me speak, then, not as one above the sorrow but as one who believes there is a God who entered it. The Ache We Cannot Escape There is a question rising in the throat of every mother whose arms are empty tonight: Where was God? If God is love, where was He when the river rose? If God is powerful, why didn’t He stop it? If God is wise, why did the storm come at all? That question is not a sign of disbelief. It is a cry of faith that feels betrayed. It is the heart’s protest that says: I know You’re there, but I cannot understand You. And that’s important. Atheism has no right to ask why. It has no category for meaning. But grief demands an answer because we know, in our bones, that things are not as they should be. We rage at death because somewhere deep in our soul we remember Eden. We remember a garden where death did not belong. We rage against death because something in us remembers how it used to be. It is evidence. The way your heart recoils at caskets and coffins is not weakness…it is a whisper of the world we lost. And the world we long for. The Suffering That Shook the Heavens But here’s the question grief never expects: What if God grieved first? What if He didn’t stand above suffering, but walked straight into it? He did. His name is Jesus. He didn’t come as a king in gold. He came as a child in straw. Born to peasants too poor to afford a proper sacrifice. Raised in a forgotten town. Misunderstood, slandered, betrayed, beaten. And then He was crucified. You’ve heard the story so often, maybe it doesn’t shake you anymore. But let it. The Eternal Son of God, hanging naked, bleeding before His mother. Not just dying. Being judged. Treated as if He had committed every sin of everyone who would ever believe. The One who knew no sin became sin. And the Father turned His face away. “My God, my God, why have You forsaken Me?” That was the cry that echoed across the sky. That was the moment the earth trembled. That was the night sorrow pierced heaven itself. And that, dear reader, is the only reason we can speak hope into tragedy. Because three days later, the tomb cracked open. And death blinked. He is alive. Still scarred, but alive. And one day, every grave will lose its grip. Every river will be rolled back. And every child in Christ will rise. The Suffering God Allows and Enters But what about now? What about the parent who holds a balloon they meant to give their daughter but now releases into the sky with tears? There is a kind of suffering God allows, so that we might wake up. When tragedy comes, the wrong question is, “Why them?” The harder and holier question is: “Why not me?” We live in a world we did not make, with a breath we did not earn, in bodies we did not design. Every heartbeat is borrowed. And every moment is mercy. Jesus once spoke of a tower that fell and crushed eighteen people. His words were sharp and strange: “Do you think they were worse sinners than all others? No. But unless you repent, you will all likewise perish.” He wasn’t being cruel. He was being clear. Suffering is a trumpet blast: turn around. Come home. There is another kind of suffering God gives. The suffering of conviction. When the Spirit of God shows you that your greatest problem is not what’s happened to you, but what lives inside you. When your eyes open to the weight of your own sin, it hurts. It stings. But it is the pain that leads to healing. The ache that leads to a Savior. There is yet another kind of suffering…one reserved for God’s children. It is not punishment. It is preparation. Job lost everything. Children. Wealth. Health. Dignity. His friends blamed him. His wife told him to curse God. He sat in ashes scraping his skin with pottery shards. And then God spoke. Not to answer every question, but to remind Job of who He is. To pull Job out of his pain not with explanations, but with presence. “Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?” Job never got the why. But he saw the Who. And it was enough. The cross tells us this: God never wastes suffering. For the believer, every sorrow chisels away what is not like Christ. Every wound makes room for glory. Every trial becomes a testimony. Even if no one else understands, He does. What We Must Do Now…hear me clearly: We do not just sit with suffering. We move. Jesus fed the hungry. He touched the leper. He wept at funerals. And He calls us to do the same. Grief is not a reason to retreat. It is a reason to love harder. We must hold the hand of the widow. Sit with the father who cannot speak. Bring meals. Write cards. Show up. Keep showing up. And when the words won’t come, we weep with those who weep. That, too, is holy work. But we do more. We speak. We tell the world what Texas still needs to hear: Death is not the end. Loss is not meaningless. And there is one name under heaven by which we must be saved. His name is Jesus. He welcomes sinners. He binds the broken. He walks into funeral homes and whispers, “She is not gone. She is with Me.” To every family grieving this week, I say with trembling: He is there. In the quiet. In the storm. In the empty bedroom. He knows. He sees. He weeps. And He will make all things new. We grieve. But not as those without hope. Because the hands that hold your sorrow are scarred.
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David Chadwick@_DavidChadwick·
The person who truly loves God is always grieved over sin
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David Chadwick@_DavidChadwick·
Bad company, corrupt morals. Spend time with the people who make you into your best you
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Scott Johnson - F3 ToolTime
Scott Johnson - F3 ToolTime@f3_ToolTime·
Pride … the root of all sin, YHC is susceptible to pride and if not for my Lord and Savior Jesus ,I would be dead in my own sea of it! I’m not capable of having personal ethics! None of us are.Ethics are from an External Source “standard “.Morals are judged against the standard.
Laura Powell@LauraPowellEsq

Anthony Fauci explains that although he identifies as Catholic, his “personal ethics on life” are so strong that he has no need to practice the religion. “It seems like a pro forma thing that I don’t really need to do.”

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Brian Mullen 🍰@F3_CakeBoss·
Wish I could be there Will be in Tenn but congratulations to @F3Philly for giving it away and reaching men to be better 👏🏻🔥🥓
F3 Philly@F3Philly

Philly 5 Year @cspanf3 Q When: Oct 14 5:30 Ruck 6:30 WO 7:30 On Site Coffeteria The Purple Dot is the start and end point for both the Ruck and the Workout. Intersection of Race and Juniper Streets Philadelphia, PA

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Brian Mullen 🍰@F3_CakeBoss·
@darkhelmetF3 Yes because govt owned retail is going to be efficient and profitable for the taxpayers Let the market run.😕
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F3 Philly@F3Philly·
9 Posted for an @AlmostNotReally Q. WU, Mosey to the Art Museam. Many steps runs with ranger merkins/Squat stars/elevate merkins and more on each landing.
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Brian Mullen 🍰@F3_CakeBoss·
@f3_ToolTime I’ve heard this verse like 4 times this week I believe it’s more about sharing the time is running out and we are heading for some hurt (2024 economy) and knowing Jesus will be our only hope. Already seeing jobs shrinking costs rising and people scrambling for hope🔥👆🏻
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Scott Johnson - F3 ToolTime@f3_ToolTime·
“Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to saving yourself, your true self. What good would it do to get everything you want and lose you, the real you? What could you ever trade your soul for?” Mark 8:34-37 MSG 2/ End
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Scott Johnson - F3 ToolTime@f3_ToolTime·
“Calling the crowd to join his disciples, he said, “Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead. You’re not in the driver’s seat; I am. Don’t run from suffering; embrace it. Follow me and I’ll show you how. Self-help is no help at all.” 1/2
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Bob Carroll@bobcarroll24·
It was so hot today that I hung out in the Costco Produce walk-in while my wife shopped.
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Brian Mullen 🍰@F3_CakeBoss·
@dreddcnc …and the Lord used you, you were obedient and who gets the glory 👏🏻🔥👆🏻 1🎂2🎂3🎂
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Dredd
Dredd@dreddcnc·
I received this wonderful note from my pastor recounting his witness of an F3 PAX engaging in an anonymous and wonderful act of Virtue and love. The magnet is powerful—but it is the dynamite that makes all the difference. 1/
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