No greater joy, my friends. No greater joy. 3 Jn 1:4 (My valentines, a little late) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Story time: "Thanks for dinner, now I'll take your rights." I hosted a big dinner for 18 strangers this week, bc my niece brought her track team to town. NGL, I was running on fumes, just off the plane from TN. But I adore my niece, so with help from my daughter and the boys, we went all out. A massive taco bar with beef & chicken & homemade guac, lots of treats, a yard full of lawn games, bball on the half court, and plenty of cold drinks. The kids scarfed food and threw themselves into fun games while the chaperones rested in the cool dining room. Imagine my surprise when to the side of the flurry I found my son calming his fuming sister. It turned out that one of the guests, father of 7 girls, had responded to our hospitality with a liberal helping of his opinions: Women shouldn't vote, are emotional, not logical, and a truly classical education proves this. But he picked the wrong audience. My daughter is about to graduate from the premier classically-oriented college of our time with a degree in Rhetoric. She has been writing and speaking publicly in defense and articulation of freedom for some of the most prestigious conservative institutions around. He just happened to find her on that day in an apron, serving with generosity, rather than behind a podium or article or podcast. So with a guileless lack of self-awareness, he poured out insults. When my daughter drew him into Socratic dialogue to tease out his reasoning, he couldn't follow, and compensated by trying to introduce her to elementary concepts of reason. The listeners cringed and left in embarrassment one by one, as her questions displayed the gapes in his logic, but he could not perceive it. Predictably to anyone who has dialogued with the New Right, when thoroughly outgunned, he responded with irrational innate superiority. He lectured her on "dialectic" v. "rhetoric," misdefining both, and essentially displaying the exact opposite of all his proclaimed values. He could not conceive that he was facing off with an expert, cleverly disguised as a petite redhead. But, as all intellectual women know, there was no winning. Based on the irrefutable authority of maleness, he simply pronounced her every word to be "Emotional," unbothered to produce a real retort or response. What could I say when they relayed the story to me? "Story of my life, love. They do that until you finally become emotional over the absurdity, at which point they walk away vindicated. Just gotta let em go." There's no reaching a man who has redefined "logic" as "what the man said." Whether he is intelligent or not, and this disposition is equally distributed among both, his real problem is at the heart level: pride. In the case of our dinner party, this man's pride led him to embarrass his companions, insult his hosts, and utterly undermine all his causes. But there's an added dimension. Frankly, my husband was occupied and tired, and would under no circumstances have volunteered our home for that extravagant outlay of energy. It was all me, the "Matriarch," if you will. I worked and planned and spent money to feed this gentleman with open-hearted welcome, and he repaid me by announcing to my daughter that he should be our master, ruling us through a vote we are denied. He sat at my table, in my home, his mouth full of my food, blithely doing away with my fundamental rights as a citizen, declaring that if we are not grateful, it is only due to deficient knowledge of Aristotle. How could he know that the hands that flipped the tortillas held a degree in Philosophy? Perhaps he assumed that because we were in aprons, sacrificing and serving, we were as he expects: poorly educated, emotional and irrational, and in need of his instruction. Perhaps our kindness even fooled him into thinking his ideas would be well-received. The gall of it is so profound, so ugly, and so stupid that I am continually amazed at the ability of men in these circles to be that embarrassing. I could not help but feel sorry for him and plead the cause of mercy to my daughter. The poor man. His poor daughters. And the wicked grifters like Doug Wilson who formed an empire and piled up money by making men like him a laughingstock. Something my daughter and I never would have done. This is not even close to the first time this is how my service to men in the body of Christ has been repaid. I'm almost used to it by now, but it's the lot that I least enjoy training my daughter for. It's hard to explain to her why women of intellect and capacity should serve and bless the church's men, often of lesser gifting and bigger egos, when there's a big world out there that offers much simpler access to respect, recognition, opportunity and human decency. It's even harder when those same men are doubling down on such stupidity as they seek to drive women away from the world and back into the fold. If they would take one moment to ask themselves how they would respond to such treatment, the gig would be up. They'd have all their answers and the whole dirigible movement would pop and sink. But that's far too much logic to ask for.

Brian Sauvé and Eric Conn of Refuge Cuurch Ogden are hosting America’s foremost Neonazi, explicitly pro Adolf Hitler publishing house at their New Christendom Press conference. Anyone denying that Ogden was down with Nazism was wrong. Antelope Hill has on their table at the conference speeches by Adolf Hitler, and the memoirs of an SS officer. New Christendom Press also publishes PCA Pastor Zachary Garris and antisemite Andrew Isker.

Not to belabor the point, but this is yet another reason to sound the alarm about Entryism in the SBC. AmRef leaders like Abbotoy and Wolfe, and their SBC enablers, are working hard to turn the convention in a white nationalist direction. While feigning “conservative principles.”

I love this video with my whole heart. Look at this dude just being a dad. It’s so simple and so Glorious. Follow me here… My life’s work has been discipling my children, with emphasis on preparing them to do the same And as we send #3 to an SBC seminary I shudder at the voices he is going to hear on women, family, and manhood. I would rather he watch this guy’s goofy videos than almost any prominent Christian voice on manhood I can think of in the world he is entering. Which is TRAGIC. Bc while prominent Christian men are arguing about bringing women into subjection and repealing the 19th, “pronatalism,” and ANOTHER round of investment in making QUADRUPLY sure women don’t get out of their place… here’s this guy is just living out family: super goofy, lots of kids (for love, not a “cause”) sometimes crass, with his smart and sassy bride as his partner in (silly) crime And here’s what, apart from lots of project inspo, young men would pick up from him -Adore your wife, and she will help you fly -Put her first, she will do the same —Your wife’s gorgeous and she’s hecka tired with all those kids, but being married is all that, no weird rules needed for marital satisfaction -Delight in your kids, and you’ll be their HERO -Be on a mission (even if it’s silly!!) and your family will follow -You don’t have to be perfect, you’re the perfect leader for YOUR family -Having a family is the greatest adventure on the planet, get to it!!!!! Which is gonna inspire more families from young men and women? Which displays more fruit? Most important: whose kids are gonna love their dad forever? Mr. Hardcore Patriarchalist or this guy? Why is the Christian world leaning harder and harder into being obnoxious, divisive, and weird in a time when it is so easy to show the dark world a vision of the JOY of family?? To return a favorite Sproul quote to the people who need it: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE??? x.com/dudedad/status/2065526…

Abortions through full term with no medical complications needed isn't reproductive healthcare, it's state sanctioned infanticide.

PDT has been a balm in this era of Christian “leaders” whose platforms leave me wondering if they are Christians He has been speaking from reality in Jesus for decades and he keeps ringing true, year after year The humble kingdom can be hard to find, but it’s the eternal one.

Words of a man of understanding. 👇🏻 I would only add that Islam is not merely a product of bygone times, but the codification of the timeless lusts of the carnal nature. Islam is human religious aspiration, with demonic inspiration , in writ. Coercion, control, external displays of exacted piety unto eternal exoneration (without cleansing) plus the spoils of conquest in exchange for self-enslaved devotion. It is the corporate version of selling one’s soul to the devil. It’s the ultimate expression of the human religious ideal, the great carnal counterfeit, the outside-in, inside-out inversion of the true worship of the Living God. Which is why so many tenets of Christian Nationalism look just like it.

In times of trouble, Jesus doesn't stand on the shore and shout, “Row a little harder! Think positive! You got this!” He is not a life coach, personal trainer, or cheerleader on the sidelines of life. He is the Lord of the storms. He rules the wind and waves. He comes to us in our fear and hopelessness to say, “Take courage, it is I; do not be afraid.”

The SBC is the only major ecclesiastical entity in the United States who would allow people who behave in such a consistently loathsome manner to have access to a parliamentary platform. The PCA barred these guys’ organization from even having a vendor table last year.

The Christian position has always been the same: Analyze and answer according to righteousness, not race. The only way to WELCOME immigration (as I DO, warmly), is to carefully control it. There ARE and always have been rapes, robbery and murders concurrent with unchecked migrant influx. The migrant influxes of the 19th century were almost all white European, and those problems were present. Today, stealth conquest IS well underway in Europe. Islam DOES strategically conquer through migration and replacement. Thousands of British girls WERE systematically destroyed by Muslim rape gangs for the past few decades. A man WAS just nearly beheaded in a British street. The foolishness of ignoring the reality of globalism's wreckage in the western world has become unanswerable, and fuels the hatred and division. We can identify all these things as wicked and warlike without assigning race as the problem. Because race is not the problem. Wickedness is. We need clear voices. Instead we get racial hate and division because algorithms like it. But the Christian response is the one that is based on the whole of God's Word. Welcome immigrants, regardless of race, by barring and forbidding wickedness, regardless of race. Fortify the law and apply it.

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🚨⏰🔔🚨⏰🔔🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 This (CO) is my state, tho I live in a much more conservative-friendly town. I just got a message from a friend who married a European & has lived there for almost 20 yrs. She said the 🏳️‍🌈 is always welcome, but they are NOT ALLOWED to fly the German or Dutch flags except on state sanctioned special days. NOT ALLOWED TO FLY THE NATIONAL FLAG. Only the sexo-fascist one. She said we have no idea how free we are. But here in Colorado, we are getting the flavor of it. Freedoms are evaporating. Our friends are moving away consistently, like a constant leak. The rest of us talk about where we can go. I fear we need God’s intervention much more urgently than anyone is realizing.

New study: Did the introduction of the iPhone causally reduce fertility? Yes, by more than 1/3. New study: nber.org/papers/w35310?utm_c…

A Nazi commander loaded his pistol, pressed the cold metal barrel directly against the forehead of an American soldier, and gave a chilling ultimatum: "Order the Jewish soldiers to step forward, or I will shoot you right now." What happened next in that frozen prisoner-of-war camp changed history forever, yet the man who stared down death kept it a secret for the rest of his life. It was January 1945, and the bitter winter of World War II was at its peak. Inside Stalag IX-A, a notorious German prison camp near Ziegenhain, thousands of American soldiers were trapped behind barbed wire. Among them was Master Sergeant Roddie Edmonds, a twenty-five-year-old from Knoxville, Tennessee. As the highest-ranking non-commissioned officer in his section, Edmonds was responsible for the lives of 1,275 men. One day, the camp commander, a fanatical Nazi major named Siegmann, issued a terrifying directive. He ordered that the following morning, all American prisoners of Jewish faith must step out of the ranks during roll call. Everyone knew what this meant. Separating the Jewish soldiers was the first step toward sending them to extermination camps. Inside the dark, freezing barracks, the prisoners panicked. Some of the Jewish soldiers considered stepping forward willingly to protect their Christian brothers from Nazi wrath. But Edmonds refused to let that happen. He looked at his men and gave a clear, definitive order: "Tomorrow, everyone steps forward. Everyone." The next morning, the ground was thick with snow. Major Siegmann walked out onto the parade ground, expecting to see a small, isolated group of Jewish soldiers standing apart from the rest. Instead, he stopped dead in his tracks. All 1,275 American soldiers had stepped forward together in perfect unison. The commander turned red with anger and stormed over to Edmonds. "They cannot all be Jews!" Siegmann screamed. Edmonds stood completely still, looked the Nazi straight in the eyes, and replied: "We are all Jews here." Enraged, Siegmann drew his Luger pistol and pressed it against Edmonds' forehead. The tension was suffocating. Hundreds of men held their breath, waiting for the gunshot. But Edmonds did not blink. "According to the Geneva Convention, we only have to give our name, rank, and serial number," Edmonds said, his voice steady and calm. "If you shoot me, you will have to shoot all of us. And when the war ends, you will be tried for war crimes." Edmonds knew the German army was collapsing and the Allies were advancing. Siegmann knew it too. The Nazi commander looked at the wall of unified men, realized he could not break their spirit, and slowly lowered his gun. He turned around and walked away without saying another word. Because of that moment of defiance, two hundred Jewish-American soldiers survived the Holocaust. When the war ended, Edmonds returned to Tennessee, married his sweetheart, and raised a family. He never bragged about his actions, never looked for medals, and never even told his own children what he had done. To him, protecting his men was simply his duty. Decades after his death in 1985, his son uncovered the truth by talking to the survivors. In 2015, Edmonds was officially recognized as Righteous Among the Nations, the highest honor Israel bestows upon non-Jews who risked their lives to save Jews during the Holocaust. He remains the only American soldier to ever receive this recognition. True heroism does not look for applause, and love will always be louder than hatred. By standing together in the snow, those soldiers proved that when we refuse to abandon each other, ordinary human beings can become absolutely invincible.

On the night of June 5, 1944, Eisenhower stood on a tarmac in England and watched 13,000 paratroopers board their planes. He already knew what Air Marshal Leigh-Mallory had told him in private: up to half of them might not survive the night. 6,500 men. Dead before a single soldier touched the beach. Eisenhower had approved the mission anyway, called the decision "soul-wracking," and said nothing to the men. Instead he drove out and visited them. He chatted. Laughed. Asked where they were from. Shook hands. Cracked jokes. Not one of them knew their general had just signed what might be their death warrant. When the last plane disappeared into the dark sky, his driver Kay Summersby looked over at him. There were tears running down his face. He drove back to Telegraph Cottage in silence. Then he sat down, picked up a pencil, and wrote a note he prayed no one would ever read. "Our landings in the Cherbourg-Havre area have failed to gain a satisfactory foothold and I have withdrawn the troops. My decision to attack at this time and place was based upon the best information available. The troops, the air and the Navy did all that bravery and devotion to duty could do. If any blame or fault attaches to the attempt it is mine alone." Look at what he edited. He had first written "This particular operation." He crossed it out and replaced it with "My decision to attack." Then he pressed the pencil down hard and drew a long, firm line under the words "mine alone." He misdated it July 5 instead of June 5. He was so consumed with dread he had forgotten what month it was. He folded the note and put it in his wallet. He carried it there as 156,000 men stormed the beaches of Normandy. When word came back that the beachhead had held, he took it out, crumpled it, and threw it in the trash. An aide quietly pulled it out and saved it. That note is now behind glass at the Eisenhower Presidential Library in Abilene, Kansas. You can still see where the pencil pressed hardest. Right under the words "mine alone." 82 years ago tonight.

Exactly