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Looks like we seniors will be getting $90 checks from the government. Remember March 2020 when we got $1200 each? If you truly don't need it, consider giving it to someone who does need it. It might become a new habit!

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amazon.com/dp/167281233X My spiritual journey. I will always love this story. Maybe it will inspire you.

Wonderful book to increase your faith!

Nate Bargatze's "Washington's Dream" on SNL is the funniest history lesson you'll ever get. George Washington reveals America's future: Rejecting metric for pure chaos— • 12 inches = foot • 3 feet = yard • 5280 feet = mile ("a silly number you'll remember") • 16 ounces = pound • 2000 pounds = a "ton" Deadpan genius. Confused troops. Revolutionary mic drop. This is why we won independence. 🇺🇸😂 #SNL #NateBargatze #WashingtonsDream

🚨 WOMAN REVIEWS A HUMAN BABY LIKE IT’S A DEFECTIVE AMAZON PURCHASE “This is my fourth model.” Arrived early. Bigger than expected. “Lots of hair.” Unboxing was “chaotic” and “a little painful.” Craftsmanship? “Truly amazing.” Performance? “Some weird glitches.” “It randomly shuts down during the day.” “At night it just alarms all night - no off switch.” “It leaks a lot and stains your clothes.” “No manual… we’re really just going based on vibes.” Runs exclusively on milk - “anything else would break it.” Accessories? “That’s where they get you.” Shipping time: nine months. Despite everything… She still gives it 5 out of 5 stars Still says she’d “highly recommend” Then casually shows an "older model" that now runs on “berries and chicken nuggets.” Is this the most unhinged product review ever recorded… or the most accurate description of parenthood the internet has ever seen?

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Friends- This is a tough note to write, but since a bunch of you have started to suspect something, I’ll cut to the chase: Last week I was diagnosed with metastasized, stage-four pancreatic cancer, and am gonna die. Advanced pancreatic is nasty stuff; it’s a death sentence. But I already had a death sentence before last week too — we all do. I’m blessed with amazing siblings and half-a-dozen buddies that are genuinely brothers. As one of them put it, “Sure, you’re on the clock, but we’re all on the clock.” Death is a wicked thief, and the bastard pursues us all. Still, I’ve got less time than I’d prefer. This is hard for someone wired to work and build, but harder still as a husband and a dad. I can’t begin to describe how great my people are. During the past year, as we’d temporarily stepped back from public life and built new family rhythms, Melissa and I have grown even closer — and that on top of three decades of the best friend a man could ever have. Seven months ago, Corrie was commissioned into the Air Force and she’s off at instrument and multi-engine rounds of flight school. Last week, Alex kicked butt graduating from college a semester early even while teaching gen chem, organic, and physics (she’s a freak). This summer, 14-year-old Breck started learning to drive. (Okay, we’ve been driving off-book for six years — but now we’ve got paper to make it street-legal.) I couldn’t be more grateful to constantly get to bear-hug this motley crew of sinners and saints. There’s not a good time to tell your peeps you’re now marching to the beat of a faster drummer — but the season of advent isn’t the worst. As a Christian, the weeks running up to Christmas are a time to orient our hearts toward the hope of what’s to come. Not an abstract hope in fanciful human goodness; not hope in vague hallmark-sappy spirituality; not a bootstrapped hope in our own strength (what foolishness is the evaporating-muscle I once prided myself in). Nope — often we lazily say “hope” when what we mean is “optimism.” To be clear, optimism is great, and it’s absolutely necessary, but it’s insufficient. It’s not the kinda thing that holds up when you tell your daughters you’re not going to walk them down the aisle. Nor telling your mom and pops they’re gonna bury their son. A well-lived life demands more reality — stiffer stuff. That’s why, during advent, even while still walking in darkness, we shout our hope — often properly with a gravelly voice soldiering through tears. Such is the calling of the pilgrim. Those who know ourselves to need a Physician should dang well look forward to enduring beauty and eventual fulfillment. That is, we hope in a real Deliverer — a rescuing God, born at a real time, in a real place. But the eternal city — with foundations and without cancer — is not yet. Remembering Isaiah’s prophecies of what’s to come doesn’t dull the pain of current sufferings. But it does put it in eternity’s perspective: “When we've been there 10,000 years…We've no less days to sing God's praise.” I’ll have more to say. I’m not going down without a fight. One sub-part of God’s grace is found in the jawdropping advances science has made the past few years in immunotherapy and more. Death and dying aren’t the same — the process of dying is still something to be lived. We’re zealously embracing a lot of gallows humor in our house, and I’ve pledged to do my part to run through the irreverent tape. But for now, as our family faces the reality of treatments, but more importantly as we celebrate Christmas, we wish you peace: “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned….For to us a son is given” (Isaiah 9). With great gratitude, and with gravelly-but-hopeful voices, Ben — and the Sasses

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Who’s this fancy woman then? 🐩 😂

When I first saw this scene “What does a yellow light mean” I had actual tears rolling down my face. Christopher Lloyd was brilliant on Taxi

Linus explains to Charlie Brown the real meaning of Christmas. “And in the same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with great fear. And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!” — Luke 2:8-14

Best scene in the history of children’s television and the only Charlie Brown scene ever made where Linus lets go off his “security blanket.” 🙏❤️🙌

RT @afagerbakke:

Pray for Israel.🇮🇱 Pass it on.🙏

The goal of the Gospel is not to affirm you, celebrate you, and accept you. The goal of the Gospel is to rescue you, transform you, and redirect you.

To be loved but not known is comforting but superficial. To be known and not loved is our greatest fear. But to be fully known and truly loved is, well, a lot liked being loved by God. It is what we need more than anything.