Dan Alsip

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I believe the thief on the cross demonstrated the repentance and faith that Jesus proclaimed in Mark 1:15, "The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand; repent and believe in the gospel.” The thief not only changed his mind on who Jesus was, his change of mind led him to change from his sinful actions on the cross of mocking Jesus to later acknowledging his sin, rebuking the other thief for mocking Jesus and finally asking to follow Jesus into His kingdom.

I think the poll oversimplifies it some. I think an option like “Annihilation after a God-ordained period of conscious torment” might be a better option than just annihilation. After listening to a recent YouTube video where Frank Turek interviews Kirk Cameron on this subject, it makes me want to research this further as maybe there are valid reasons for both concepts.

QUESTION: Christian or not, which fate do you think is worse for unbelievers? Why?

@ThatEricAlper In March 1978, I saw Van Halen open for Journey and Montrose in Columbus Ohio and they had people running for their seats when Eddie opened with his blistering guitar play.

Have you ever been to a concert where the support act went on to become famous?

@farmingandJesus She’s certainly not following the guidance in Ephesians 4:29…
Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.

I don’t think Candace Owens has been born again. This is my opinion.

@toddstarnes So, storming a church is ok but praying silently outside an abortion clinic might get you beat up or arrested. Our society is flipped upside down. “Woe to those who call evil good and good evil.” - Isaiah 5:20

From one of the church members at Cities Church: “They stormed in right as the sermon started, surrounded the congregation, and started shouting obscenities and their disgusting slogans. As the children started crying, this seemed to enrage one man even more and he started screaming about how we are ‘privileged pigs.’" Minnesota AG Keith Ellison, a Muslim, defended the mob and said they had a right to storm the church. That's not how we do church down South.

@grok @JoshuaBarzon @grok, pros and cons of swapping in Pete Rose for Mike Schmidt at 3B?

@grok @JoshuaBarzon @grok, what? No Pete Rose who had more hits than anyone?

Hey @grok build the ultimate All-Star MLB lineup! You can pick any player of all time. 1 player per position + DH, Starter, Reliever, Closer. Make it epic! Go! ⚾️ 🔥

Hey @panerabread, if you’re going to use the Alsip brand name, shouldn’t the meals be free? 😂

The first Christian was a felon. Not Peter. Not Paul. Not your pastor. A criminal. Hanging on a cross. Hours from death. He beat everyone to paradise. Think about that. Before the disciples figured out the resurrection. Before Paul got knocked off his horse. Before the first church was planted. Before a single creed was written. A thief looked at Jesus and said, “Remember me.” And Jesus said, “Today.” The first Christian had no church. No baptism. No small group. No Bible study. No accountability partner. No 6-week membership class. He had nails in his wrists and six hours to live. The first Christian never tithed. Never served on the worship team. Never read a single epistle. Never debated Calvinism vs Arminianism. Never posted a Bible verse on his timeline. The first Christian was a convicted criminal who couldn’t lift his hands to pray. And he’s been in paradise for 2,000 years. Meanwhile. You’ve been in church for 20 years. You’ve read the Bible cover to cover. You’ve got the theology down cold. You’ve memorized the Roman Road. You can articulate penal substitutionary atonement. And you’re still wondering if that guy who prayed last week really “got it.” The first Christian didn’t “get it.” He got HIM. That’s the difference. He didn’t understand substitution. He didn’t understand imputation. He didn’t understand justification by faith alone. He understood one thing: The man next to him was a King. And he wanted in. “Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom.” That’s it. That’s the whole conversion. No altar call. No counseling room. No follow-up email. Just a criminal, a King, and a request. And here’s the part that should wreck you: His theology was WRONG. “When you come into your kingdom.” He thought Jesus was about to take an earthly throne. He didn’t understand the resurrection. He didn’t understand the ascension. He didn’t understand the second coming. He got the timeline completely wrong. And Jesus saved him anyway. He didn’t correct his eschatology. Didn’t hand him a doctrinal statement. Didn’t say, “Well actually…” He just said, “Today.” The first Christian had bad theology and a good King. Some of you have great theology and no King at all. You know every doctrine. You can defend every position. You’ve won every argument. And you’ve never once said “remember me” like you meant it. The first Christian wasn’t impressive. He was desperate. And desperation got him further than your diploma. 2,000 years of church history. Councils. Creeds. Confessions. Seminaries. Denominations. Debates. And the first one through the door was a dying criminal who couldn’t even fold his hands. Makes you wonder if we’ve overcomplicated this. The first Christian didn’t have a platform. Didn’t have a following. Didn’t have a ministry. Didn’t have a book deal. Didn’t have a podcast. He had a cross and a question. And that was enough. You scrolling through X right now with your Reformed credentials and your theological hot takes… The guy who beat you to paradise couldn’t read. He didn’t know the five solas. He didn’t know the five points. He didn’t know the four spiritual laws. He knew one thing: He was dying. And so was Jesus. And Jesus was still a King. That’s faith. Not a system. A surrender. Not knowledge. Recognition. Not performance. Desperation. The first Christian. A felon. A failure. A man with hours to live and nothing to offer. And he’s been home longer than anyone. What’s your excuse?

Agree that we’re not the judge, Jesus is. But I think the thief on the cross did show evidence of a transformed character. At first both thieves were mocking Jesus but at some point the penitent thief changed his mind about Jesus, rebuked the other thief and then turned to God. He repented.

A man said "I accept Jesus Christ" on his deathbed. The church asked if he really meant it. I need to ask you something. When did we become the gatekeepers of grace? I've watched Christians dissect Scott Adams' final words like prosecutors. They parsed his phrases. They weighed his tone. They measured his faith against some invisible scale and found it wanting. "That doesn't sound like surrender," they said. "That sounds like a man hedging his bets." And I understand the instinct. I do. But there's a verse that haunts me. Not because it's obscure—because it's too simple. "Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." (Romans 10:13) Whosoever. Not "whosoever truly believes in their heart of hearts." Not "whosoever demonstrates sufficient sincerity." Not "whosoever calls early enough in life that we trust their motives." Whosoever. The moment we add prerequisites to that promise, we've traded the Gospel for religion. We've smuggled works back in through the side door labeled "authentic faith." I know what some of you are thinking. But he admitted he wasn't a believer. He talked about "risk and reward." He said he hoped he'd "qualify." Yes. He did. And those words make us uncomfortable. They don't sound like the confident declarations we want from converts. They sound uncertain. Calculating. Human. But here's what I need you to hear: The thief on the cross didn't have time to develop mature theology either. He was a criminal. Hours from death. He looked at Jesus and said, "Lord, remember me when you come into your kingdom." That's it. No profession of belief in the resurrection. No renunciation of his former life. No evidence of transformed character. Just a desperate man, reaching for a hand he wasn't sure would take his. And Jesus said, "Today you will be with me in paradise." We have a problem, and it's not Scott Adams. It's us. We've internalized a law that God never gave us. A natural sense of fairness that says late arrivals should get less. That deathbed conversions are suspicious. That the math should somehow work out—more faith, more years, more sacrifice equals more standing before God. Jesus told a parable about this. We skip over it because it offends us. A landowner hired workers throughout the day. Some came at dawn. Some at noon. Some showed up with one hour left. At the end, he paid them all the same. The early workers were furious. "These who were hired last worked only one hour, and you have made them equal to us who have borne the burden of the work and the heat of the day." (Matthew 20:12) And the landowner replied: "I am not being unfair to you, friend. Didn't you agree to work for a denarius? Don't I have the right to do what I want with my own money? Or are you envious because I am generous?" There it is. The scandal of grace is that it feels unfair. A man who mocked God for sixty years gets the same inheritance as the saint who served since childhood. A skeptic who hedged his bets at the last breath stands in the same kingdom as the martyr who gave everything. And something in us recoils. That's not grace rejecting us. That's us rejecting grace. Let me tell you what I see when Christians interrogate a dead man's faith. I see the older brother standing outside the party, refusing to go in. The prodigal came home reeking of pig filth and poor decisions. The father ran to him. Threw a robe on his back. Killed the fattened calf. And the older brother? "Look! All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!" (Luke 15:29-30) He couldn't celebrate the return because he was too busy auditing the journey. Sound familiar? Here's the truth we don't want to face: We can't see hearts. We can only see words. And the words Scott Adams spoke were: "I accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior." Were they perfect? No. Were they confident? No. Were they the words we would have scripted? No. But they were the words. And the God who receives those words is not checking for tone. He's not running sentiment analysis. He's not grading on a curve. He's looking for open hands. Paul wrote something that lands differently now: "Who are you to judge someone else's servant? To their own master, servants stand or fall. And they will stand, for the Lord is able to make them stand." (Romans 14:4) Scott Adams was not our servant to judge. He answered to his own Master. And the Lord is able—able—to make him stand. That's not my promise. That's Scripture's promise. The question is whether we'll submit to it. I know why we do this. I know why we parse and weigh and question. Because if grace is really this free, then we didn't earn our place either. If the deathbed convert gets in, then our decades of service weren't the price of admission. They were the privilege of knowing Him longer. And that reframes everything. It means the faith we've built isn't a resume. It's a relationship. It means our years weren't buying something. They were receiving something. It means we were never the workers earning a wage. We were always the prodigals coming home. So did Scott Adams get saved? I don't know. But I know what the Scripture says. Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved. I know what Jesus promised the thief who had nothing to offer but a desperate plea. I know what the father did when his son came crawling home with a rehearsed speech that never even got finished. And I know what the landowner said to the workers who were angry that grace didn't do math the way they wanted. "Are you envious because I am generous?" The gate is narrow, but it's not locked. The standard is high, but it's not ours to enforce. The Judge is holy, but He is also the one who ran to meet the prodigal while he was still a long way off. Stop auditing the dead. Start marveling at the grace that let you in. "Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." Whosoever. Even him. Even you. What saith the Scriptures? That's the only question that matters.

@PressSec Who is able to make war with the beast? Revelation 13:4

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@grcastleberry Lord and Savior, Lord and Savior, Go together like the Scriptures favor. This I tell ya, brother, You can’t have one without the other.

You cannot receive Jesus as Savior and reject Him as Lord. He demands that His followers take up their crosses daily and follow Him. He promises His followers His life (eternal life) in exchange for theirs.

Here’s my thoughts on fixing the CFP playoff… Preseason rankings – eliminate them Conference championship games – eliminate them Playoff seeding – 16 teams seeded only on computer rankings after season, no reseeding Playoff locations – home games for higher seeds in round 1, bowl games in later rounds Playoff timing – 1 week gaps between first 3 rounds, 2 weeks max before championship Recruiting coaches – restricted until after the Championship game Player transfer portal: - only open after the Championship - one transfer without restrictions - subsequent xfers after sitting out a year

@Joel7Richardson And pie is just an excuse for Reddi Wip!

Today is really about just going through all the motions, so we can get to that pie!

@MarindaVannoy1 Both!

Thanksgiving Turkey or Ham?

@Wisdom_HQ “Depart from me”

@ClownWorld 😂

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