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"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else."
– C. S. Lewis
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Believe with me
November 8, 2026
Jesus didn’t say, “Repeat after me, and I’ll see you when you die.”
He said, “Follow me.”
The gospel is the announcement that Jesus Christ is Lord. The promised King came, died for our sins, was buried, rose from the dead, and reigns today.
That news calls for a response.
Repent. Turn from your sin. You’ve been running your own life. It’s not working out so well, is it?
Believe. Put your trust in Jesus, in who he is and what he accomplished through his death and resurrection.
Be baptized. Publicly identify with him. Become part of his people and learn to walk in his ways.
Can that begin with a prayer? Absolutely. Call on him. Ask for mercy. But understand who you’re calling on. He’s the risen Lord, and his invitation is to follow him with your whole life.
You don’t earn his grace by getting your act together. You come because you need his grace, and that grace begins changing you.
Your money. Your mouth. Your relationships. How you treat people when you’re tired, angry, or convinced you’re right. He can help with all of that.
And when you stumble, you return to the Savior whose mercy brought you here in the first place.
The King who calls you to surrender is the King who gave himself to save you.
He’s worthy of your trust. Follow him.
For the first time I just noticed the record player that shows up later in the series when Oliver and Shane dance to "And So It Goes". #POstables
A pic of my grandson swinging across the creek! Always a connection to SSD!!
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#POstables #SSD 2013 Pilot rewatch (13th anniversary of the premiere)..set your watches to Mon. 10/12 @ 9pm(e)/8pm(c)/6pm(p) to watch using @HallmarkPlus your own DVD or DVR recording. Pls use hashtags #RenewSSD #POstables & tag @MichelleVicary @hallmarkchannel when tweeting!
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Here is a man who won one of the first great American victories of the Revolution without fighting a battle. He was not a soldier. He was a fat, cheerful Boston bookseller with no military training, and what he pulled off in the winter of 1775 into 1776 is one of the most staggering feats of sheer willpower and logistics in American history. His name was Henry Knox.
Knox learned war the way he learned everything: from books. He ran a fashionable bookshop in Boston, and he devoured the military engineering and artillery treatises on his own shelves. When the Revolution broke out, that self-taught knowledge suddenly mattered, because the American army besieging British-held Boston had a fatal problem. They had the enemy penned in the city, but they had almost no heavy cannon to force them out. It was a stalemate, and stalemates favored the British.
Knox had an audacious idea. Nearly 300 miles away, at Fort Ticonderoga in upstate New York, sat a treasure of captured British artillery, dozens of heavy cannon and mortars taken earlier in the war. What if someone went and got them? Brought the guns to Boston? Everyone could see the problem: it was winter, the route ran through frozen lakes, rivers, forests, and the snowbound Berkshire mountains, and the guns weighed a combined 60 tons. Sixty tons. It sounded impossible. Washington gave the 25-year-old bookseller the job anyway.
And Knox did it. He got to Ticonderoga and set to work dismantling and hauling out around 59 pieces of artillery, some of them massive. He had 40 heavy sledges specially built. He rounded up teams of oxen, dozens and dozens of them, and boats to move the guns across the water before the freeze. And then, through the brutal heart of a New England winter, he dragged 120,000 pounds of iron and brass across a frozen wilderness.
Picture it. Cannon lashed to sleds, oxen straining in the snow, men breaking through ice, hauling the guns up and then carefully down the icy slopes of the Berkshires, where a runaway sled could be a disaster. Guns broke through frozen rivers and had to be fished out. It was backbreaking, dangerous, freezing work, mile after mile, week after week. And this untested bookseller held it all together by force of personality and organization. In under two months, he brought the entire "noble train of artillery" 300 miles through the dead of winter, and in late January 1776 he reported to Washington that the guns had arrived.
Then came the payoff. On a single night in early March, Washington's men quietly hauled Knox's cannon up onto Dorchester Heights, the high ground overlooking Boston and its harbor. When the British woke up, they found the American army suddenly looking down their throats with heavy artillery that could smash their ships and their positions. Their commander realized the city was untenable. And so, rather than fight, the British evacuated Boston entirely on March 17, 1776, and sailed away. The Americans had liberated a major city without a battle, because a bookseller had done the impossible with oxen and sleds and nerve.
Knox never looked back. He became Washington's chief of artillery for the rest of the war, the man whose guns crossed the Delaware to Trenton and pounded the British into surrender at Yorktown, and after the war he became the young nation's first Secretary of War. Fort Knox is named for him. But his greatest monument is that winter journey. Remember Henry Knox, the bookseller who read about artillery in his shop, then went out and dragged 60 tons of it across a frozen wilderness to hand George Washington the guns that freed Boston.
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You are standing at the edge of the last ordinary week of your life, and you don’t know it yet.
Nobody can tell you… I’m telling you and you STILL won’t know.
Bookmark this and in 12 days come back to this and read it again.
When your baby is born you will look down, and you will know him.
You will find you have always known him.
Somehow he arrives already familiar, already the most important person and the answer to a question you didn’t know you have been asking your entire life up till' now.
You'll learn to fall in love with the particular weight of a sleeping child on your shoulder... which (as it happens) is the only weight in the world that makes a man feel lighter carrying it.
You’ll find out you had a capacity for fear you’d never once felt.
You will be more tired than you have ever been and more awake than you have ever been, at the same time, for many many years.
You will find yourself becoming a person you wouldn't recoginize years prior.
You will become a person who is moved by a nightlight flickering in the dark, illuminating the ups and downs of your son's chest as he breathes.
You'll find a crayon drawing in a winter coat pocket in March and it'll hit you like a ton of bricks and you will find yourself greiving lost memories of the not-so-distant past.
Time stops behaving the way it should.
Everyone says it goes by so fast and you will nod and think you understand.
But you won't.
You won't until one day you reach for his hand while you're crossing a parking lot and he's already reached for yours without looking, out of pure habit and love, and you realize you've been doing this for 6 years and... my God, it's been SIX YEARS.
Somewhere in the first month, you will look down at your own hands (liklely doing something familiar) and all of sudden, out of nowhere, you will see YOUR father's hands.
You'll understand why he was quiet at dinner some nights and why he worked the way he worked.
You'll understand what it cost him and what he was always so afraid of.
You'll finally understand what, exactly, he was carrying up the stairs at the end of the day.
For some men this will hit as immense gratitude.
For some, it arrives as grief, as a determination to do better.
Either way... you will not survive fatherhood intact.
The man who walks into that hospital does not walk out.
You will be dismantled. Piece by selfish piece.
The part that thought it was the main character. Gone.
The part that guarded said "I need me time." Demolished.
You are now drafted into a love you cannot resign from.
That love... it will ask for everything from you, and you will hand it over gladly, and that willingness will be the most surprising discovery of your entire life.
You will not be able to explain it to anyone, just as you even reading this now, will not truly know what I mean until you come back to this weeks or even years later.
You will fail. All the time.
You'll lose your temper over him spilling a cup and see his face turn sad and scared and you will feel like the greatest piece of shit on earth.
You'll kneel down and apologize like you've never done before.
And you'll keep going.
Because he doesn't need a perfect dad.
He YOU... and he will love you just because you're HIS DAD and all you have to do is SHOW UP.
Every time you show up, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU FAIL, you teach him that love is durable enough to fall and get back up.
There is no more useful thing you can give a child.
And maybe in a few more years you'll come back to this post.
And you'll realize that you were handed a person you get to know only for a little while and then have to let them go.
That's the deal.
Everything you do from here is aimed at him leaving you.
You'll teach him to walk so he can walk away from you. You'll teach him to drive so he can drive away from you.
Every skill you teach him is a small cut you make on the rope that ties you to him... and you will do it anyway.
Because you love HIM more than you love being NEEDED.
So, my friend... 12 days from now, a nurse is going to hand you your whole heart.
And from here on out brother, your heart will be with that child.
You will never be safe again.
...and you will NEVER ONCE wish to go back.
That's the trade. Every father in history has made that trade and none of us ever wished we had not.
All you have to do is show up. Keep coming back. Be there so consistently that he never has to wonder.
When they put him in your arms and the floor drops out from under you and everything you thought life was about flips...
...lean in
You're about to embark on the most incredible adventure of your life ❤️
I thought The Water Is Wide was the perfect song for Oliver and Shane to dance to.......until Oliver messed up the words!!!!! #FromTheHeart
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