James Michael Pratt

PERFECT FOR MOTHER'S DAY: The novelist’s NY Times Bestseller, The Lost Valentine became a Hallmark Hall of Fame hit movie, starring Betty White and Jennifer Love Hewitt. It was inspired by his mother’s wait for her World War Two soldier at the L A Union Train Station, in 1944. Now: "MOM The Woman Who Made Oatmeal Stick to My Ribs" offers the homilies of an everyday Mom from the 50's - 1980's who inspired him. Only $4.95. amazon.com/Woman-Made-Oat…

@LisaMarieBoothe EXACTLY! Never surrender to idiots! No masks, no fear, no surrender. Lost friends to death and sickness; and life-long friends who decided I was a threat. When government, religion, corporate and educational worlds join hands and agree to madness, walk away.

One of the worst parts of COVID was watching Americans surrender their God-given freedoms to bureaucrats who were wrong about everything.

This is 🎯 Bullseye!

@KrisztinaMaria Well said! God bless you both!

I AM NOT AN ACTIVIST. Let me make that clear once and for all. I am a human being. A free human being. I am not owned by a party. I represent no movement. I am not instructed by anyone - and I have not signed up to any political programme. I can point to a party when it complements my values and what I believe in. And I can stop pointing to it again - the day it no longer does. That is how a free person operates. You follow your values - not a logo, not a colour, not a letter. I say what I see. What I know. What I feel is true. And I always move towards where the truth is - regardless of who that pleases or does not please. My husband and I have been following closely for years. In depth. Systematically. We have read. Listened. Travelled. Talked with people from every corner of the world. We have seen the patterns emerge - long before they hit the front pages. And we have spent that time understanding what is actually happening - not what the media said was happening. We saw how people were shamed if they spoke against the political agenda. How the majority did not dare say out loud what needed to be said. How people were cancelled - and still are. At their workplace. By their colleagues. In their business. By friends. Family. And strangers on the internet. For saying out loud what we say. And eventually we raised our voices. Online. In real life. With our network. With our platforms. With everything we have. Not because anyone asked us to. But because we could not help it. And because silence is a price we refuse to pay. And here is what sets us apart from many others who use their voice in the same debate. We are not purely driven by the intellect. We have not just read and debated and posted. We have deliberately spent twenty years together cleaning ourselves up. Removing as much noise from the line as possible. To be able to see more clearly - not just out into the world but into ourselves. We have been conscious that in order to stand as strong as possible for the rest of our lives - we could not ignore the health of our bodies. We have built ourselves up from the inside out. Layer by layer. Year by year. Until we could finally remove ourselves from the equation and stand where we stand today. We have been trained - over many years - to interpret and see patterns and connections clearly. To put the pieces together where others do not see that they belong together. To distinguish signal from noise. Truth from narrative. That is not something you learn on a course. It is something you live your way into. And I am (still) not paid by anyone for what I do. Nobody finances me. Nobody has bought my voice. I am not driven by money - and never have been. But I am not above it either. If some people wish to contribute to the effort I put in - and which reaches millions of people internationally month after month - then of course that is welcome. It would be strange to say otherwise. But it does not change who I am. Or what I say. Or who I say it for. And here is something I know about myself - something that goes further back than any platform or any debate. Since I was little I possessed a frequency others naturally followed. I did not understand it then. I know it now. I never used my pram for example. I walked myself. Even then. Among my childhood friends I unconsciously went first. Shouted “we are going this way” - and others naturally followed. Nobody chose me. Nobody appointed me. It just happened. That is not something I am proud of in an arrogant way. It is something I am humbled by. Because I know it is not only me. It is something working through me. And that is precisely why I cannot be called an activist. An activist fights for a cause. I fight for truth. Freedom. Justice. And love. That is not the same thing. Truth has no colour. No party. No agenda. It is simply true. And it is worth going first for. Whatever it may cost. Thank you for walking beside me.❤️‍🔥✝️🪽🦁

"Although no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending." - Carl Bard

And all the rest shall follow...

@DanScavino Always got this message. Grateful!

Then...

Did the hardest things of my life. Learned the most I have ever learned in compressed time of youth, including fluency in another language. Found out what I did and did not like in careers. Married the girl who saved me. I had no idea I was taking this advice at the time. So glad I did. 1971-1978.

Final moments. Love given; received.

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INSIGHT FILLED...

@MonicaCrowley @realDonaldTrump PERFECT. Nixon would be proud.

🚨 SOON: En route to Beijing, China aboard AF1 with President @realDonaldTrump 🇺🇸

@ericmetaxas I understand. Not easy, but worth every edit. Thank God there are still writers, authors, and readers! Ordering.

THE MOMENT HAS FINALLY ARRIVED. I wanted to do this video because you really can’t understand what this feels like unless you’ve been through it. I’ve written a lot of books, including two that were over 600 pages long. When you put this much work into something, you wonder if you’ll ever be done. You picture a moment in the future, by faith, when a box will arrive and you’ll finally hold the book in your hands. It’s very moving. I thank the Lord for carrying me through this, and I’m very grateful that I actually love the book — that I’m happy with it. More than anything, I’m excited for people to read it. I couldn’t be more excited. Praise the Lord. If you haven’t pre-ordered the book, please go to ericmetaxas.com and pre-order it. Tell your friends. We can send you a PDF so you can start reading immediately, and then you’ll receive the physical copy on June 2nd. Thank you.

@ericmetaxas Great synopsis at the actual location! What a dramatic event, to crawl home, after giving your all. Sacred indeed.

This is where the REVOLUTION began.

I think we underestimate how intimate it is to give someone your time. In a world where everyone is busy, distracted, and pulled in a hundred different directions, choosing to focus on someone is a decision. It’s saying, 'Out of everything I could be doing, I choose you.' That’s not small…presence is the perfect “present”

Greatness is simple doing of what must be done when no one else steps up. Celebrity is a temporary act that may not mean much more than an illusion. The greatest are the daily strivers, ever caring, never stopping but to rest, and always believing God is their greatest ally and friend.

@Mr_Husky1 Those of us his age are in our mid seventies now. We are the ones facing age that often shows no mercy. May soft hearts attend us if we need it. Great story.

In 1974, a twenty-three-year-old man named Dan Jury made a decision that went against everything expected of someone his age. He took his eighty-one-year-old grandfather, Frank Tugend, out of a nursing home and brought him into his small apartment. Dan was young. He had no money to spare. No medical training. No guarantee he could handle what lay ahead. He had watched his grandfather fade inside an institution. Surrounded by routines instead of relationships. Efficiency instead of tenderness. He could not accept that this was how the man who shaped his childhood would spend his final years. So Dan brought him home. From that moment on, Dan became a caregiver in every sense. He helped Frank bathe. He gave him medication. He cooked, cleaned, lifted, waited, stayed. He learned the slow rhythms of an aging body. He learned how fragile dignity can be and how carefully it must be protected. Friends his age were building careers, falling in love, chasing independence. Dan changed sheets. Sat through long nights. Held a hand when pain made words impossible. People told him he was sacrificing his youth. Dan would later say those years taught him more about life than anything else ever could. As Frank’s health declined, Dan began to photograph their days together. Not staged portraits. Not sentimental images. Honest ones. A frail body resting. A grandson leaning close. Moments of exhaustion, tenderness, frustration, humor, and quiet connection. Nothing was hidden. In 1978, Dan and his brother Mark published the photographs in a book titled Gramp. The book was unlike anything most Americans had seen. Aging was usually kept behind closed doors. Gramp showed the truth: the vulnerability, the intimacy, the humanity of dying at home, surrounded by someone who loved you. Frank became a teacher in his final years. Not through speeches, but through presence. By accepting help without surrendering dignity. By letting himself be seen, cared for, and loved. He taught Dan patience. He taught him how love shows up in small, unglamorous acts. He taught him that care is never something to delegate when life becomes inconvenient. When Frank died, Dan was changed forever. Their story quietly shifted how many Americans thought about elder care. Caring for a family member is not a burden to endure. It is a relationship that can deepen both lives. Dan did not lose his youth. He spent it learning to love without turning away. And in doing so, he helped the rest of us see aging not as something to hide, but as a final chapter that still deserves tenderness, dignity, and human presence.

Episode One. Waking people up thru storytelling.

@VoteTrevorLee BRAVO! Well written and true.

One of the most beautiful scenes in cinema teaches one of life’s greatest lessons and on Mother’s Day, it hits especially deep. In The Return of the King, Arwen, once immortal, is given a vision of her future son. Tears fill her eyes, not just from loss, but from the overwhelming clarity of what she will gain: the chance to hold that child in her arms, to love him, to raise him, to pour her entire being into his fleeting, precious life. Her father warns her: “There is nothing for you here, only death.” Yet in that little boy’s eyes, she sees something brighter than eternity the vibrant, mortal miracle of motherhood. So she makes the choice. She lays down her elven immortality, embraces the Gift of Men, and accepts aging, goodbye, and eventual loss… all so she can become a mother. Arwen didn’t just choose Aragorn. She chose motherhood. She traded endless twilight for the brightness of one mortal lifetime filled with love, laughter, scraped knees, bedtime stories, and the wild, irreplaceable joy of watching her child grow. In a world fading for the Elves, she reached for the warmth of human family instead. This Mother’s Day, may we remember the quiet courage of every mother who has done something similar who has surrendered pieces of herself sleep, freedom, dreams, even parts of her own identity so that new life could bloom. True love, especially a mother’s love, often means choosing the finite so that something eternal can be born through it. Thank you to every mother who said yes to the beautiful burden of raising the next generation. Your sacrifice is never unseen. Your legacy lives in the eyes of your children. Happy Mother’s Day. 💐

@rattletrap1776 You are a GOOD SON! Prayer offered. Carry on! 🫡

There won’t be a LIVE today, but in place of the live, I have a special prayer request. My Dad always asked me if I’d post something for him. He is a people person just like his acorn. He loves when I give him shoutouts and talk about him. I do try to keep our personal live as private as possible, because I cherish my family and friends as we have our lives and I respect their privacy and security. My Dad, is in very critical condition, in which everything is completely in God’s hands at this point. He’s made progress, but still not out of the woodshed, and still in critical condition. As difficult as it is, I’m praying for God’s will, as that’s how the good Book tells us to pray. Anyone who unconditionally loves someone is never ready, but whoever is? Those who’ve been following, you’ve heard him make surprise guest appearances on some of my podcasts. He has loved every moment of my opportunity to serve again, and with that, he LOVES you Patriots. He packaged so many books for y’all. He’s answered so MANY messages. He always tells me, “if something happens before you get back, I’ll be waiting for you on the other side.” But, it’s in these moments, you realize, what’s more important in life. And I’m so grateful and thankful to have a Father who has been a true Dad. I love my Dad and Mom more than life. And everything drops when it’s my parents. He’s got an uphill battle, but I most definitely believe in miracles. If you’re a praying person, of any kind, send ‘em his way. If it’s not God’s will, and it’s for some reason it is my hero’s time, pray for a peaceful transition to his God, his Maker, and the Family who’ll be waiting on his arrival. Thank you for understanding if I’m not posting as much during the next few days. 🙏🏼❤️