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I’m releasing my first book tomorrow. What!? Yep. I wrote daily bible readings for a church for about 7 years, and now I’m compiling them together into books based on theme, book, etc. Here is the first. It’s 35 readings on Worship.
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REDPILLMILL SERIES: Vol. daz43ab1
Created by: @RPM_Memes
As a man named Dan from Indiana, I can validate this is all true. Stud-approved.
On a Saturday morning in suburban Indiana, I assisted my neighbor Dan in hanging a flat-screen television.
Before touching a single screw, Dan picked up a yellow cordless drill from his workbench.
He pointed the barrel toward the ceiling and pulled the trigger twice.
BZZZ. BZZZ.
He nodded, satisfied.
I observed the maneuver with intense curiosity.
"Dan-dono. Why discharge the rotary weapon into empty air?"
"Pre-flight check," Dan muttered. "You don't go into drywall cold. It's the law."
Then he reached into his tool pouch and drew a black plastic device with red lights.
A stud sensor. An instrument capable of detecting the hidden wooden bones within the palace walls.
He did not place it against the wall.
Instead, Dan raised the sensor to his own chest, pressed the activation switch, and held it firmly against his flannel shirt.
BEEP.
A small red light flashed over his sternum.
Dan looked directly at his wife, who had just entered the garage with a basket of laundry.
He did not smile. He maintained the deadpan gravity of a supreme court justice.
"Yup. Still works. Stud found."
His wife did not speak. She rolled her eyes toward the heavens with such violent force that I feared her neck would snap. She turned and walked back into the house without a word.
A terrifying psychological confrontation...!
The woman was silenced by the power of the red light!
Dan handed me the device.
"Your turn, chief. Check your calibration."
I took the sacred talisman with both hands.
To test one's spiritual density before battle... a samurai does not fear the truth of his own soul!
I pressed the sensor against my breastplate.
I closed my eyes.
I waited for judgment.
BEEP.
Dan looked at the light. He looked into my eyes.
He extended a grease-stained hand and gripped my shoulder with solemn reverence.
"I knew it," he whispered. "Two studs on the job. That TV is never coming down."
We mounted the iron bracket in nine minutes.
It does not shift. It does not groan.
Consecrated by the twin beeps of Indiana.
I missed a golden opportunity today. I was unable to live tweet the conversation of the old gray men at Hardee’s.
I got to preach on 1 Samuel 22-24, David and Saul in the Cave! Check it out. open.spotify.com/episode/29Y…
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Trump Pledges That If Voters Defeat Socialism In November, They Will Each Get An Equal Redistribution Of Wealth From The Government buff.ly/kRXF5x9
Watched Mr. Smith goes to Washingon this weekend with my family. What struck me is that boys that were 12ish and saw that movie would be 18 and marching on Omaha Beach.
Dang. @craiggroeschel made a joke about the Bible always being the same, Goliath always dies, etc. and it rubbed me wrong. I shut down after that. I’m counting on the Bible being the same! I don’t want to be cynical this early!
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In light of the recent New Yorker article about the many Dan Sullivans, I want to clarify that no, I am not Senator Dan Sullivan. I did stand outside his office, once. I’m sorry if this contributed to the confusion! Occasionally, I do get tagged in social media meant for him....
I wrote something about some bible verses. Numbers 16, "Korah's rebellion" is what it's typically called. I might be camping out there for a few days. Check it out. biblescribbler.com/humbly-ta…
Out Friday for a @Lauren_Daigle concert, then out Monday speaking at a retreat, back in the cockpit today trying to figure out what my job is.
Everyday, from my office, I see people dig in the trash to get food. Today I sat a packet of Peanut Butter and another packet of Jelly out on the bench. I'm watching to see if anyone eats them. I feel like Elijah's ravens.
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In 1948, a young American pilot gave two sticks of gum to a group of German children behind a barbed-wire fence.
What happened next helped America win the Cold War.
June 1948. Berlin.
Stalin has blockaded the city. Two million people are cut off from food, fuel, and heat — the Soviets are trying to starve them into submission.
America's answer: fly EVERYTHING in. Coal. Flour. Milk. Medicine. A plane lands every 90 seconds, day and night.
One of those pilots is Lt. Gail Halvorsen — a 27-year-old farm kid from Utah.
On his day off, he walks over to Tempelhof Airport and finds 30 German children watching the planes through a barbed-wire fence.
He braces himself. Everywhere else in war-torn Europe, kids had swarmed him begging: "Any gum, chum?"
These kids don't ask for anything.
They just want to know one thing: "Please don't stop the airlift. Please don't leave us."
Halvorsen checks his pockets. Two sticks of Wrigley's gum.
Thirty kids. Two sticks of gum.
He hands them through the fence and waits for the fight.
There is no fight.
The kids break the gum into tiny pieces. The ones who don't get a piece pass around the empty foil wrappers — just to smell it.
Halvorsen breaks. Right there at the fence.
"I'll drop more from my plane tomorrow," he blurts out.
A kid asks: "How will we know which plane is yours?"
He tells them he'll wiggle the wings.
That night he ties candy bars to handkerchiefs, makes tiny parachutes, and stuffs them in his C-54.
The next day, on approach to Tempelhof, he wiggles his wings — and drops chocolate from the sky.
The kids named him Uncle Wiggly Wings.
Word spread. His crew donated rations. Then his whole squadron. Then Hershey sent candy by the truckload. American schoolkids mailed in handkerchiefs.
His superiors were furious — he'd broken regulations. Then they saw the headlines and shut up.
By the end of the airlift, American pilots had dropped 23 tons of candy under 250,000 parachutes over Berlin.
The Soviets tried to starve a city.
America dropped chocolate from the sky.
Gail Halvorsen died in 2022, at 101 years old.
At his memorial, elderly Germans — the children from behind that fence, now in their 80s — flew across the ocean to say goodbye to Uncle Wiggly Wings.
He always said the same thing about that day at Tempelhof:
"The small things you do turn into great things."
I am having such a surge of patriotism thanks to all of these guests.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
youtu.be/n6HvzLr0VIU Welcome to my audio difficulty adventure. If you want some help knowing what to do next with your marketing, try this. That is, try to focus on being Found, Trusted, Chosen, and Remembered. Don't try this audio setup.
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Post-literacy has raised the stakes of film adaptations
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This cracks me up. "White house prepares for balance of power." or maybe "White house prepares to deal with other branches of government."
Exclusive: In private briefings, the White House Counsel’s Office is reminding staff members how congressional oversight works as staff braces for the likelihood of Democratic victories in the November midterms, according to people briefed on the topic. wapo.st/4d33k7X
