Steve Moore

The way Sabers fans sang the Canadian National Anthem makes me proud to be an American who grew up outside of Buffalo.

@edstetzer Good on you Ed! Love your transparency and encouragement for others.

So, 6 years and 110lbs ago, I had a revelation in Hawaii. In January 2020, I was teaching a class in Hawaii. During a break, I tried to hike Diamond Head, a dormant volcano. And, I tried to go up the famous yellow stairs and I could not-- I was too heavy and out of shape. Soon after COVID hit, and overweight people were disproportionally dying. So, I decided I had one more shot to get healthy and I started a slow journey toward greater health. Now, I am down over 110 lbs and tomorrow morning I am going to climb those yellow stairs. We did make it to the top that day-- hence the pic. My face looks a lot different now, and the rest of me does as well. (Also worth noting that I'm pretty much gray now.) But, I feel the best I have felt in decades. So, Honolulu friends, I am hiking Diamond Head at 6:30 am tomorrow if anyone wants to join me!

During Holy Week, the President’s faith leader, Paula White, surrounded by Catholic and Evangelical pastors openly engaged in heresy in the White House and not a single one of the men in the room denounced it. To date, even out of the White House, none of them have said a thing. On stage they applauded her. Off stage, they stayed quiet. It seems more and more that the faith leaders who surround the President are perfectly happy for him to be damned so long as they get something from him in this lifetime. If the President’s soul is valuable, it would be really valuable for these faith leaders to finally stand up to the President, share the gospel, and make him understand he is not just setting back his agenda and Republican chances in November, but even worse, he is risking eternal hell fire. And, frankly, if these faith leaders have given up trying to convert the President, they should stop pretending otherwise and risking leading others astray. They harm their witness by not bolding standing up against the nonsense and they harm the President eternally by not making clear to him he can do nothing to save himself from hell except by turning his life to Christ. They turn into the political priests of the Northern Kingdom, willing to allow the political project to flourish into paganism all the way to their destruction. To quote the President of the Red Cross, “Do not give dogs what is holy, and do not throw your pearls before pigs, lest they trample them underfoot and turn to attack you.” Matthew 7:6. If you keep witnessing to the President and the President keeps doing this stuff, maybe stop wasting all our time trying to convince us he is who he is not, and stop giving him your imprimatur to beclown the faith community with these antics. ewerickson.substack.com/p/the-sycophan…

My conviction remains: God did not ordain Donald Trump to rescue the American church, or revive the American church, or redeem the American church. God ordained Donald Trump to test the American church. And the American church has failed.

christianitytoday.com/2026/02/trumps… This article reflects the kind of evangelicalism I resonate with deeply. The sycophants who refuse to denounce this kind of behavior make a mockery of prophets like Nathan or Jeremiah.

@ryanburge why is your new book not going to be available in the Kindle format? I preordered it only to be told it’s not coming. I’m not buying the print edition. What’s up?

Does Fan Dual have a parlay on how many times Brady says “twitchy” on the broadcast?

Republicans want you to simultaneously believe the guy on the left is a hero and the guy on the right is a terrorist.

"My name's Hank. I'm 66. I deliver propane to homes. Rural routes, farms, folks off the grid. I fill their tanks, check connections, drive to the next house. Most customers just sign the slip, barely look up. I'm just the propane guy. But last February, during that brutal cold snap, I noticed something at the Miller place. Pulled up to fill their tank, gauge showed empty. Completely dry. In 15-degree weather. I knocked on the door. Mrs. Miller answered, three kids bundled behind her in coats. Inside the house. "Ma'am, your tank's bone dry. How long you been without heat?" "Four days." Her voice was steady, but her hands shook. "Bill's due Friday. We're waiting on my husband's paycheck." Four days. Three kids. Fifteen degrees. "Ma'am, I'm filling it now." "I can't pay until" "I'll mark it as a delivery error. Computer glitch. Nobody'll know." She started crying. "Why would you do this?" "Because those kids are wearing coats inside." I filled their tank. Checked the furnace. Made sure heat kicked on before I left. Drove away thinking about what I'd seen. Kids doing homework in winter jackets. A mom choosing between heat and food. Started paying attention different after that. The elderly veteran whose tank was at 10%, he was rationing, keeping one room warm. The single dad whose payment was two weeks late, he'd been burning firewood he couldn't really afford. I started doing something I shouldn't. When I saw someone struggling, someone who'd run out, someone rationing heat—I'd add 50 gallons. Mark it as "meter calibration" or "pressure test residual." Small amounts. Enough to get them through. Did it eleven times that winter. My boss noticed the discrepancies. Called me in. "Hank, we're showing extra gallons delivered but not billed." I told him the truth. Everything. He stared at me for a long time. Then said, "My daughter was a single mom once. Chose between heat and groceries every winter. I wished someone had helped her." He didn't fire me. Instead, he created something, "Warm Hearts Emergency Fund." Customers could donate. We'd match it. Use it for families in crisis who couldn't afford propane. But here's what broke me, Mrs. Miller came to our office in May. She'd gotten a better job, caught up on bills. She handed me an envelope. Inside, $200. "For the next family. The one you'll find in February, four days without heat, trying to be brave for their kids." She grabbed my hands. "Hank, my youngest has asthma. Four more days in that cold... I don't know if..." She couldn't finish. Last winter, the Warm Hearts Fund helped 23 families. Not with handouts, with heat when they had none. With dignity when they felt broken. And here's the thing, other propane companies heard about it. Started their own programs. Now there are "emergency heat funds" in six states. But the moment that destroyed me happened last month. Got a call to deliver to an address I recognized, the Miller place. Mrs. Miller answered. "Hank! Come in, please." Inside, warm, kids doing homework at the table, laughing. She handed me a check. Full payment, plus extra. "For the fund. But also..." She pulled out a drawing her youngest had made. Stick figure man with a propane truck. Caption in crayon: "Mr. Hank, my hero." "She asks about you every winter. 'Is Mr. Hank making sure people are warm?'" I'm 66. I deliver propane to houses nobody notices. But I learned this- Cold doesn't wait for paychecks. And no child should do homework in a winter coat inside their own home. So if you deliver anything, oil, propane, firewood, and you see someone struggling, someone empty, someone rationing, Find a way. Mark it wrong. Call your boss. Start a fund. Do something. Because heat isn't a luxury. It's survival. And the difference between freezing and living shouldn't be whether your paycheck arrived on time. Be the reason someone stays warm." . Let this story reach more hearts.... . Ai image is for Demonstration purpose only . Credit: Mary Nelson

Make sure to say Thank You to the MVP of the game Broncos fans!

CONGRATULATIONS TO #NFL REF CARL CHEFFERS AND THE DENVER #BRONCOS ON THE PLAYOFF WIN TODAY AGAINST THE BUFFALO #BILLS. One of the worst officiated games you will ever see.

53 yards in penalties on an OT drive in the playoffs That’s just bad officiating.

Clear interception @NFL

I spent my whole life knowing tie ball goes to the offense. Today that changed

A new report from the Congressional Budget Office has found that renaming the Department of Defense to “Department of War” could cost taxpayers as much as $125 million. If only there were a Department of Government Efficiency to stop needless spending. (from TMD)

The CFP committee needs to change the criteria for who gets in. Playoff games should be competitive. This is unwatchable.

Does anyone really think ND would have been blown out by Ole Miss? Why not give us the best 12 teams?

Yes, but as we’ve all heard, “We’re not electing a pastor, we’re electing a president.” As if character doesn’t matter if you are president.

A clear contrast but the silence of Trump supporters is an indictment in itself.

Amen to this.