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Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner!

Trump portraying himself as Jesus Christ, descending from the clouds, healing the sick, with people praying to him, is blasphemous and super prideful. @realDonaldTrump you are a vile sinner and a tiny creature in the sight of the Holy God. Repent and humble yourself while there is hope. Stop portraying yourself as a Messiah but rather worship him: Christ the True King. The Lord Jesus is the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. “I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty. -Revelation 1:8” -The Lord Jesus #Donaldtrump #repent #JesusisLord

As Jesus hung on the cross on Good Friday, He spoke seven times. Each word was deliberate. Each word was profound. Here is what He said: 1. “Father, forgive them, they know not what they do.” (Luke 23:34) He said this while the soldiers were still nailing Him to the cross. Not after. While it was happening. His first words from the cross were a prayer for the people killing Him. 2. “Amen, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.” (Luke 23:43) The last person Jesus saved before He died was a convicted criminal hanging next to Him. The Church recognizes him as Saint Dismas. He asked only to be remembered. Jesus gave him Paradise. 3. “Woman, behold your son. Behold your mother.” (John 19:26-27) Nailed to the cross, Jesus looked down and entrusted His mother to John. The Church holds that in this moment Jesus was not only providing for Mary personally. He was giving her as Mother to all of humanity. 4. “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (Matthew 27:46) The only time Jesus called God “God” instead of “Father.” He was quoting Psalm 22, written by King David 1,000 years earlier. The Church is clear: this was not despair. Psalm 22 begins in suffering but ends in total triumph. Jesus was pointing His listeners to the whole psalm. 5. “I thirst.” (John 19:28) Two words. The Creator of all water, dying of thirst. Catholic teaching holds that His thirst was not only physical but a thirst for souls. Saint Teresa of Calcutta built her entire mission around these two words. 6. “It is finished.” (John 19:30) In Latin: “Consummatum est.” The debt was paid in full. The Old Covenant fulfilled. The sacrifice complete. He bowed His head and died. 7. “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.” (Luke 23:46) His last breath was a prayer to the Father. He came from the Father. He returned to the Father. He brought us with Him. No greater love has ever been shown.

Joseph of Arimathea pulled a corpse off a cross with his bare hands. Blood under his fingernails. The weight of a dead man sagging into his arms. He wrapped God in linen, pressed the fabric into wounds that were still wet. Nicodemus brought seventy-five pounds of burial spice. A king's funeral for a man the world just murdered. They carried Him into a hole in the rock and rolled the stone shut. And everything you've ever done went in with Him. Every night you can't sleep because of what you did. Every morning, you can't look in the mirror. The thing you did to her. The thing you did to them. The lie you've been carrying so long it feels like bone. The version of you that drinks alone and pretends tomorrow will be different. That man was buried with Christ. Stone sealed. Done. Not managed. Not in therapy. Not on a payment plan with God where you slowly earn your way back. Buried. In a tomb. Under rock. Gone. Three days of silence. Three days of a cold body in the dark. Then the stone moved. And when He walked out, the grave clothes were folded on the slab. He didn't stumble out tangled in death. He left it sitting there like a man who's done with the clothes he used to wear. Lazarus needed someone to unwrap him. Death still clung to him even after he was breathing. Jesus folded His own burial linen and walked out clean. That's the difference between religion and resurrection. Religion unwraps you slowly. Asks you to manage your sin. Attend the class. Read the book. Try harder next week. Resurrection says the man who walked into that tomb is dead. The man who walked out doesn't know him. You're not fixing the old you. The old you is in a sealed tomb in Jerusalem, and he's not coming back. The man reading this, the one who thinks he's too far gone, you're not too far. You're already buried. The funeral happened two thousand years ago. Now get up. The stone's already moved. The linen's already folded. Walk out.

イエス様が 十字架にかかって 死なれたのは 私たち全人類の罪を 贖うためでした でもそれで 終わりではなく 3日目に 死を打ち破り よみがえられたのです イエス様の復活により 私たちに永遠の命が 保証されました イエス様✝️こそ 私たちを 罪の鎖から解き放ち 人生を照らして下さる 真の光です🙏✨

Today is Holy Thursday, the day the Passion of the Christ begins. After washing the feet of His disciples and offering His own Body and Blood at the Last Supper, Christ retreats to the Garden of Gethsemane. He knows exactly what is coming. The scourging, the thorns, the agonizing weight of the cross. The burden of every sin in human history crushes down on Him until He sweats drops of blood into the dirt. Before a single Roman soldier laid a hand on Him, the sheer psychological and spiritual terror of what He was about to absorb crushed Him so violently that His capillaries burst, bleeding through His pores into the soil. Friday was the physical execution, but Thursday night was the ultimate battle of the Will. This is the exact moment He looked into the terrifying abyss, accepted the cup of God's wrath, and said: "Not my will, but Yours be done." He didn't wait to be captured. He fought and won the war in His own soul before the enemy even marched up the mountain. In His darkest hour of dread, He looks to His closest companions for support. He finds them fast asleep. Their comfort won over their loyalty. Shortly after, the heavy silence of the garden is shattered by the arrival of the mob, the glow of torches, the drawing of swords, and the ultimate betrayal sealed with a kiss from a friend. Tonight, the altars are stripped completely bare. The tabernacles are left open and empty. The Church descends into mourning. The modern world continues to trade Him for silver, mock Him for cheap applause, and sleep soundly through the spiritual war. Do not be like the sleeping Apostles. The Passion has begun. Hold the line.

I AM WRITING THIS LETTER TO THOSE WHO ARE GENUINELY BORN AGAIN… BUT STILL STRUGGLING WITH SECRET SINS. BECAUSE I WAS THERE. There is a glory waiting for you in your future—so magnificent that you won’t need your pastor preaching holiness to you daily to recognize it. When you see a girl in the choir singing beautifully, yet she keeps sexual appointments… check her heart. She hasn’t seen the fullness of her future yet. When you see a young man dressed in church attire, seducing girls and getting applause from his friends… check him too. He hasn’t glimpsed his future either. Yes, God forgives. Again. And again. And again. But while He’s busy forgiving, angels are looking for someone else to rise in His kingdom—someone who will pay the price. What separates men before God is not how long they pray or how much Scripture they know. The value God places on you is measured by how much you can bear for His name’s sake. Sometimes He delays your salary to see if you’ll steal. Sometimes He allows temptations to test your growth. And yet, we still fall. He forgives—but we remain in the same class in the school of glory. Decision separates men. There is an OIL that comes with separation. Your weight before God is measured in the decisions you make when no one is watching. God often allows loneliness so that you can learn holiness. Forget public revival messages—many are behind in the school of glory, not because they chose to, but because they won’t pay the price of separation. Marriage is not an escape from sin. What you cannot control when single can control you even when married. Joseph ran from Potiphar’s wife while single—his future depended on it. God wants to raise a generation of boys and girls who love Him when no one is looking. Holiness by appearance alone is sending people to hell. Many are singing in choirs, praying publicly, yet dying in secret sin. Sister, your value before God is not in night vigils or singing, but in decision. God is waiting for you when no one else is. Succeed there, and you will command the supernatural. The greatest enemy of the end-time church is the misrepresentation of grace. They teach forgiveness but not promotion. God will forgive, but He will not move you to the next level if you remain in sin. There’s someone reading this now. Heaven is saying: You are due for manifestation, but you haven’t decided yet. You fear hunger. You fear loneliness. You fear what people will say if you stop trading your body for comfort. But sister, your weekend pleasures cannot steal your eternal value. Your enemy is not the witch in the village. Your enemy is any man who makes you comfortable in rebellion against God. Stop looking for holiness in church seats while God is preparing the next in line to take your place. We were there too—leading, singing, praying, yet addicted. Ashamed to confess. Trying every anointing oil, fasting, yet nothing changed… until we encountered the Word of God. Jesus said, “The words I speak to you will make you clean.” Read. Study. Esteem His Word above necessary food. Gradually, your appetites will change. Addictions will lose grip. Darkness will flee, and true Light will shine. Brother, sister—don’t rush into marriage as an escape. The spirit of lust respects no ring. Feed on the Word. Pray. Discipline your mind. Five chapters a day. One hour or more of prayer. Gradually, your thoughts will align with God’s vision for your life. Jesus said it wouldn’t be easy—but with God, all things are possible. Your heart may beat faster reading this. You may wonder if freedom is possible. Friend, the God who set us free will show up for you too. Receive grace to feast on the Word. Let God transform your life. And please, teach the young ones in your church. There’s no obligation to share this. No whips. No curses. But you know that sharing this could help someone walk free. Help someone today.

The story of Jesus Christ with the Two Fish and Five Loaves that he used to feed 5000 Men ,I hope someone can get this . There is a mystery many believers overlook, yet Jesus Christ demonstrated it so clearly. When there were two fish and five loaves, it looked insignificant in the hands of men… but in the hands of Jesus, it became more than enough to feed thousands. The disciples were worried. They were calculating lack. They were seeing impossibility. But Jesus asked a powerful question: “What do you have?” Not what is missing. Not what is insufficient. But what is available. This is where many of us miss it. We wake up thinking: “I don’t have enough money…” “I don’t have rent…” “I don’t have connections…” “I don’t have opportunities…” But heaven is not moved by what you lack. Heaven responds to what you present. God will never ask you for what you don’t have. He will always ask, “What is in your hand?” That small business… That skill… That little income… That connection… That idea… That strength you still have… That is your starting point. The mistake is this: we keep complaining about the little, instead of committing the little. And here is the deeper mystery— Before multiplication happened, Jesus did something powerful: He gave thanks. Not after the miracle. Not after abundance came. But in the middle of insufficiency. This is the formula of the Kingdom: Gratitude before multiplication. Many people pray like this: “God, I don’t have rent… I don’t have money… I don’t have this…” But in this Kingdom, we don’t approach God from a place of lack—we approach Him from a place of thanksgiving. The Bible says: “Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise.” Thanksgiving is not just a reaction. It is a spiritual key. It is your access code. It is your alignment. It is your declaration that God is still faithful even when things don’t look like it. When you give thanks, you are saying: “Lord, I may not have everything I want, but I recognize that what I have came from You… and it is enough for You to work with.” And that is when multiplication begins. Because God does not multiply complaints. He multiplies what is surrendered with gratitude. So instead of worrying today… Pause and ask yourself: What do I have? Then lift it up to God with a grateful heart. Thank Him for the food you have. Thank Him for the roof you have. Thank Him for the strength you have. Thank Him for the life you have. Because when gratitude rises, lack loses its voice. You may have little—but with God, little is never small. And just like Jesus showed us, what you place in His hands with thanksgiving… He will multiply beyond your imagination.

BREAKING NEWS: Jesus Christ is coming soon kindly Rt to remind someone on your timeline.

I think the coolest name anyone has ever given God is tucked inside James 1:17. “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” Father of heavenly lights. I love this name and I think it is elite for three reasons. First, it is possessive. Not God of light. Not Creator of light. Father of lights. He has a parental relationship with every luminous thing in the cosmos; stars, sun, fire. He didn’t just make them. He fathered them. There is so much weight in that. Second, the contrast James builds is quiet and devastating. Light produces shadows. But God is so far above His own creation that even the behavior of light doesn’t apply to Him. He is not subject to the physics of what He made. Third, the scale is enormous but the tone is almost tender. It doesn’t sound like a war title or a throne room vision. It sounds like a name a son would whisper. And yet the weight of it is staggering. But it’s the second half of that verse that’s been keeping me alive lately. Who does not change like shifting shadows. I’ve been asking myself a quiet, uncomfortable question these past few weeks of fatherhood. What does God see when He looks at me right now? Does He see me praying with one ear open for my baby’s scream? Worshipping in bits and pieces? Reading my Bible on audio cos my hands aren’t free? Coming home buried from the grind, trying to show up for a wife who’s exhausted, trying to be present for a son who doesn’t know yet what presence costs? Does He compare me to the December version of myself; the one who sat with Him every morning for two hours, crying and trembling, hearing His voice with frightening clarity? I know the answer theologically. But knowing and feeling are two different countries, and I’ve been living in the gap between them. He does not change like shifting shadows. He is not the December version of God when it was easy and something less in March when it’s hard. His posture toward me didn’t shift when my season did. The Father of heavenly lights is not a God of favorable conditions. He doesn’t love me more when I’m more available to Him. That’s the thing about fathers, a good one doesn’t love you less when you’re in the middle of becoming something. And I know this now in a way I didn’t in December, cos I held one in my arms in January. My son doesn’t earn my love by being available to me. He can’t. He just receives it. And if I broken, tired, stretched thin, can love like that, how much more the Father of heavenly lights.

I was raised around the church, and I wasn’t into it. I was never going to be the guy that believed in all this just because that was what was socially acceptable in my environment. Over the years, I had gone back and forth, but it was never much of a priority. Fast forward to 2022, I considered myself agnostic and decided to get serious about figuring out a direction. I read every book I could find on the subject, the Bible included, doing my best to view all the information objectively. Around this time, I was down bad one day and decided to say a prayer and asked Him to show me a sign. The very next day, a man came up to me in the gym, hadn’t seen him before and haven’t seen him since, he held out a shirt with the verse from Jeremiah "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” on it and said “I’m not sure why, but I felt called to give this to you today, he sees you”. I get random text from my mom that afternoon, same verse. On that same day, my Grandpa was in the hospital—the only artwork in his room? Same verse. (Found this out weeks later) I realized that over the years I had a bad taste in my mouth about organized religion. It can be used to control and to profit, but I also realized that isn’t what Jesus wanted or taught. That is humans being human, and I came to the conclusion that it’s not right for me to let their mistakes affect the way I view Christianity. I’m a logical dude, I get the skepticism over the subject, and sitting here today I can tell you that I never thought I would write something like this. Everyone is on their own journey, and I’m the last one to push my beliefs on someone else. I’m not trying to appear virtuous, or trying to assert myself as “above” anyone. I’m writing this because arriving here has changed my life in a way that makes it feel wrong to keep it to myself. I don’t have all the answers, but through my own research and experience, all I can say is that I believe with all my heart and soul. God bless, and have a great weekend.

Unashamed!

Imagine this was your son. Your brother. Your husband. You would want him to be brave. You would want him to have moral courage. You would want him to do the right thing. This young man did. And now he may be hung from a crane tomorrow — not for a crime, but for defying a regime that survives on fear. The Islamic Republic has two options, as it always does: Make an example of him, as it has done to thousands before — quietly, brutally, and without consequence. Or finally face a world that refuses to look away. If nothing stops the Iranian regime, this will not be the last body. It will simply be the next one. #ErfanSoltani #FreeIran #IranProtests #IranMassacre

MAKE HIM FAMOUS! Erfan Soltani is scheduled to be executed by the Islamic Regime in Iran tomorrow (14th of January). We know Iran collapses under international pressure. Let's scream this out loud so Trump hears this. He will send help. Please share Erfan Soltani videos and news!

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The Gospel Of Jesus Christ ✝️❤️

I’m reading Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis, and I came across a fascinating idea I’ve never heard presented before. Lewis doesn’t state it directly—only its implication—but for his conclusion to hold, it must be inferred. It appears in the chapter “The Cardinal Virtues,” on the final two pages. Lewis distinguishes between performing a just or temperate act and actually being a just or temperate person. A poor tennis player might hit a great shot occasionally, but that doesn’t make him a good player. We all agree on that. Therefore, isolated acts of obedience don’t make one virtuous, character is revealed in consistency. From there, Lewis argues that God wants more than mere obedience. Obedience matters, but God cares far more about our character. He wants us to become people who naturally produce obedient behavior. Then comes the part I've been contemplating for the last few days. Lewis notes that we might assume virtues are needed only for this life, because in heaven there will be nothing to quarrel about (so no need for justice) and no danger (so no need for courage). But he adds that while God won’t refuse entry to heaven for lacking certain qualities, heaven offers no further opportunity to develop them. As a result, we will never attain the “deep, strong, unshakable kind of happiness” God intends. The inference that struck me is this: we may have only our time on earth to become the people God intends us to be. This life forms our capacity for joy, virtue, and glory. Heaven fulfills it but does not expand it through suffering. In heaven there are no trials to forge bravery, self-control, patience, humility, resilience, integrity, gratitude, or joy in the midst of hardship. Those qualities are shaped here, not there. So here's the unsettling question: once we die and enter eternity, is our development finished? Is this life our only chance to become the best version of ourselves? If so, it’s sobering. All the time wasted scrolling Instagram reels or behaving poorly without seeking growth would carry eternal consequences. I should live each day with urgency, taking massive strides toward becoming the man God intends. The day I die, the work ends. My capacity for joy and virtue can no longer grow. I’m not sure if this idea is theologically sound. Maybe it's not. I’d love some insight from theologians who could explain why it might not hold. But if this life truly is our only training ground, delay is far more dangerous than I ever realized. That thought alone makes me want to live with far greater urgency than yesterday.

This is deep.

UPDATE ON BABY LIBBY THE LIVER IS IN AND FUNCTIONING!! THANK YOU JESUS!!! PLEASE KEEP LIBBY IN YOUR PRAYERS POST SURGERY.