𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚 𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖊

"Hell is not populated mainly by passionate rebels but by nice, bland, indifferent, respectable people who simply never gave a damn."

Lindsay Graham is happy today and that is never good for America. This is a core principle to follow as we navigate this uncertainty.

I get the feeling that the EMP’s that will set us back 1000 years will be self inflicted. The destruction of all electronics will be preferable to the future that we have created and will at some point be our only way out.

I bet Rob Van Winkle is staying as far away as possible from Minnesota these days

@Biblicalman Really, none of this matters. It’s in God’s hands —though even a profession of faith without baptism is highly questionable. Bottom line, we don’t know, but we pray for his soul.

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.

After a long battle with prostate cancer, Scott Adams has passed away. Rest in peace You will be missed.

It’s important to remember that big data all comes from the same place – the past.

Gavin Newsom quoting Pericles couldn’t be more perfect. As I’m sure Gavin already knows, Pericles was basically responsible for the fall of Athens. He brought in a bunch of refugees within the city walls. The overcrowding and contaminated waters spread the plague, killing him and most everyone else in the city.

There is no better workout music than @akirathedon

@Luellen1M @Sachinettiyil Happens every Saturday while school is in session

@Sachinettiyil Looks like this was in winter. Not currently

Students of Christendom College in Virginia pray the Rosary on their knees outside a Planned Parenthood clinic.

@nikducks @Sachinettiyil Rosary in the Bible? No, it’s the other way around my friend. The Bible is in the rosary. The words of scripture are in every prayer and mystery of the rosary.

@Sachinettiyil What’s a rosary and where do we see it in the Bible?

I may not be pro life anymore, but I am still radically opposed to abortion and euthanasia so at least I have that going for me

If a group of people can buy a media company and then ban references to themselves, you should be concerned. I know that this next step is very difficult for some of you, but... "imagine if someone else did that!" Like imagine if catholics bought tiktok, and all of a sudden, no one was allowed to criticize the pope. You'd be concerned, right?

Here’s the video of the Pope responding to Card. Cupich granting Sen. Richard Durbin a church honor. 10 U.S. bishops have condemned the honor, given Durbin’s record on abortion. Pope Leo does not seem disturbed by the honor. Video: EWTN.

@7x11times @RaymondArroyo

@RaymondArroyo Aren’t faithful Catholics sick if the gaslighting from these modernists Popes ? It is abusive.

I'm sorry for what the news media did to you. I recall you as a skilled and intelligent defender of tradition on here. Maybe enagaging in US politics from a foreign vantage point is too much? It's not a coincidence that the vast majority of like minded traditional catholics in the US would disagree with you. Ultimately though, we all need "fixing", and for better or worse only have any real control over our own souls. Indeed, happy fixing is a fair summary of the task we're all called to.

I don't recall mentioning a "shining city on the hill". Most of our cities are rundown dumps, riddled with crime, poverty, and completely dependent on government aid. We should fix that before we "fix" Africa, which seems to still have more than its fair share of challenges despite many years and many billions of dollars.

@BCJCarter Putting aside the dubious spending choices and problematic contracts associated with USAID, what obligation does the US government have regarding international aid when the country is $37 trillion in debt?

@Vitus_oss How about engagement farming? Mortal or venial?

@ravenousreader You have good taste in music

After I lost my mom, I was at the gym, on the treadmill, listening to a specific playlist - a “safe” playlist; postal service, modest mouse, and the shins. Then “beautiful” by smashing pumpkins, not on the playlist, broke in and immediately began sobbing uncontrollably and literally ran outside, collapsed, and curled up in a ball. People ran outside to check on me. It was embarrassing. I didn’t go back in. I didn’t finish my run. I went to my car and called my best friend and she helped me to get to a place where I could drive home. One minute I was fine. The next I absolutely was not. Grief lives silently under the surface because life doesn’t stop for you like you want it to just because someone you love died. It’s like a riptide. Unless you are familiar with it, you can’t see it, the water looks calm… but if you get to close, it will suck you out to sea.