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هاتوا نصفه الثاني يا أبوي ماذا يشعر الأب حين يحمل نصف ولده في قطعة قماش؟ حين قُصف ولدي بصير، أصابه الصاروخ فشطر جسده إلى نصفين. حملناه على عجل إلى سيارة الإسعاف. كان رأسه بجواري على سريرها، لكنني لم أستطع البقاء في الخلف، فطلبت من السائق أن يتوقف كي أجلس...

644,222 Aufrufe • vor 10 Tagen •via X (Twitter)

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Dr Rahmeh Aladwanvor 9 Tagen

الله يصبرك ويربط على قلبك يا دكتور. اللهم تقبله مع الشهداء والصديقين والصالحين واسكنه فسيح جناتك يا رب. إنا لله وإنا إليه راجعون.

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JafraJenin 🇵🇸vor 10 Tagen

الله يصبر قلبك ويعوضك خير. قلبي انفطر معك وعمرنا ما رح ننسى ومحدش رح يفلت من العقاب

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Jadenavor 10 Tagen

May Allah bring ease for you, all of you. Words are not enough. Allah is your witness and Allah will give you all justice. I have no words to comfort you just that verse of the Quran that your Lord never forgets. Stay steadfast and may Allah reunite you all in Jannah Firdous.

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Nidal Alashikvor 10 Tagen

الأنبياء هم أكثر من ابتلى رب العالمين من البشر يليهم الصالحون فالأمثل و الأمثل ،، هنيئاً لكم دكتور هي مكانة عظيمة لكم عند رب عظيم .. بشراكم دكتور منير و آل البرش ،، بشراكم.

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البارة بوالديها 🇦🇪 (بإذن الله) حتى بعد وفاتهم 🤲vor 9 Tagen

لا تنسوا غزه فينسا الله من رحمته اذكروهم بالدعاء واعادة النشر #وهذا_اضعف_الإيمان اذا كان قلبكم مستنكر لأحوالهم 🤲 اللهم انصرهم #ساعة_استجابة_الجمعة

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نوارة يا غزةvor 10 Tagen

أعظم الله أجركم أسأل الله العلي العظيم الرحمة والمغفرة لروح ولدكم بصير ويثبتكم ويلهمكم الصبر والسلوااان غزة لن تنسى مااا جودت به من تضحيااات والثبااات لخدمة أهلها أنت قامة وقيمة يااادكتور منير حفظكم الله

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Wafa Shawishvor 10 Tagen

اسال الله ان يربط على قلوبكم وان يثبتكم، وان يتقبل رباطكم وجهادكم وشهداءكم، وان يجمعكم بهم في الفردوس الاعلى من الجنة، وان يجبركم جبرا يليق بجلاله وينصركم نصرا عزيزا مؤزرا . قلوبنا تنفطر كمدا على مصابكم وعلى عجزنا عن نصرتكم.

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Alexvor 9 Tagen

Sincere condolences, Sir. May your son rest in eternal peace and may God grant you patience 🙏

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Mai Ni Faitaigvor 9 Tagen

Heartbreaking. May God give you strength and blessings. Damn the Zionist entity.

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Chang Mei Wanvor 9 Tagen

@CIJ_ICJ Where's justice??? #ConvictIsrael NOW!!!!

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..vor 10 Tagen

يا بصير،جمعتُ ما استطعتُ من جسدك،لكن كيف أجمع قلبي بعدك؟ كنتُ أحملك صغيرًا فأخشى عليك من نسمة برد، ثم حملتُ نصفك في قطعة قماش،والعالم يمضي كأن شيئًا لم يحدث! اللهم إنك تعلم أنه ولدي،وأنني لم أترك منه ما استطعتُ حمله،فتقبّله شهيدًا،واجمعني به في جناتك،حيث لا فراق بعد لقاء….😔💔

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John Leanvor 9 Tagen

My God, the horrific stories the injustices the poor man and his son, how can this be happening

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Umo Ismaelvor 9 Tagen

ربح البيع يا أبا منير ....انتم أهل لها ..نبكيكم حرقة في القلب و الوجع اننا لسنا معكم ..تقبلوا منا خالص العزاء و انا لله وانا اليه راجعون

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Laylavor 9 Tagen

ربط الله على قلوبكم و جمعكم بأحبابكم جميعا في الفردوس الأعلى ان شاء الله. هنيئا لكم خير الثواب خالدين فيها بإذن الله يا خير من على كوكب الأرض يا من جعلتونا نحيا كراما. إن لله و إنّ إليه راجعون.

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نونvor 9 Tagen

إنا لله وانا اليه راجعون الله يربط على قلبك

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عائشه المخيالvor 9 Tagen

يالصبر قلوبكم يا أهل غزة الرباط والصمود...يا الله..ربي يصب عليكم الأجر والثواب صبا صبا 🤍🤲🤍🤲🤍🤲🤍🤲🤍🤲🤍🤲

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Belge Fatehvor 9 Tagen

هذا فوق مايتحمله بشر ، هذا بيع والله المشتري ،،،جنات ونعيم لا ينفذ والله المستعان ،

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Chang Mei Wanvor 9 Tagen

@anwaribrahim @n_izzah INACTION is COMPLICITY. Please urge Asean, BRICS to impose economic, diplomatic & military SANCTIONS on ISrael NOW!!!

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Yakotvor 10 Tagen

💔💔💔 الله غالب على أمره حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل

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ذَوْقvor 9 Tagen

ربط الله على قلوبكم وأنزل السكينة عليكم وأفرغ عليكم صبراً وجبرا رحم الله ابنكم وغفر له وأسكنه منازل الشهداء وحسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل وإنا لله وإنا إليه راجعون

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HMvor 10 Tagen

الله يرفع مقامه و مقامكم في أعلى عليين مع النبيين والصديقين والصالحين وحسن أولئك رفيقا، صبرا آل برش فإن موعدكم الجنه.

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Enoughvor 10 Tagen

اعظم الله اجركم ورحم ميتكم واسكنه الفردوس وشفعه فيكم ولا نزكي على الله من احد والله تعجز الكلمات عن وصف شعورنا ولا نقول إلا ما يرضي الله انا لله اليه راجعون

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Mariavor 9 Tagen

@Am_w55 اللهم انتقاما يهلك المغتصب بحق قدرتك التي لا يقدر عليها احد

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Sayf al-Din 🇵🇸vor 10 Tagen

ربنا يربط على قلبكم يا دكتور ويعظم أجركم ويجمعكم به فى الفردوس الأعلى من الجنة

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Thzvor 10 Tagen

وجع لا يشبهه أي وجع. اللهم صب على قلوب أهل الشهداء الصبر والطمأنينة والرضا والراحة صبا صبا. وانزع منها الهم والغم والقهر والحزن والوجع💔💔💔 ياااااا الله

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Samiavor 9 Tagen

الله يصبرك

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💔vor 9 Tagen

Allahumma Aameen ♥️

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Bdoorvor 10 Tagen

تقبله الله قبولا يليق به من رب عظيم .. وتقبل منه وتقبل منك رفع الله قدره وقدرك في الدارين

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❀ Ahlam Alqawasmi ❀vor 9 Tagen

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nourvor 9 Tagen

ان صح الخبر فقد نفق المحرم نجل المجرم السفير . و يشفي الله صدور قوم مؤمنين

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Ali Alivor 9 Tagen

حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل

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Mohammed Sellakvor 10 Tagen

والله كله في الجنة ،بل قلوبنا هي من قطعت الى انصاف.

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Palestinianvor 9 Tagen

الله يربط على قلبك و يصبّرك و يجزيك الخير و يعظم اجركم امين يا رب

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Khalid Qataminvor 9 Tagen

ربط الله على قلبك

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zoza zozavor 9 Tagen

حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل 💔 صبركم الله جبركم الله عوضكم الله في الدنيا والآخرة أهل غزة وجزاكم عوض ذلك كله جنات عرضها السماوات والأرض 🤲

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This is Apollo. This story still stings. I returned from a tour in Iraq in early 2015. My wife was pregnant with our first son. I knew I would not be going anywhere for several months, unless there was a dire need. We decided the time was right to get a dog to add to our growing family. I don't remember how we found Apollo. We got him from the shelter, but I don't know if Dolly saw him online or if we just stumbled across him. I was struck by his amazing eyes. I'd had an Australian Shepherd before and I knew it was a breed that I loved. He hopped right in my car. Dolly even took the back seat so I could sit next to my new best friend. Together, we brought him to his new home. What a great dog he was. We immediately became tied at the hip. I took him for walks, runs, and hikes off leash. I put in the time to train him; we would walk to the bakery or the butcher shop (at the time, we lived the town life), tell him to sit outside, and he would be there on the sidewalk still sitting here when we came out. It was wonderful having such a happy and well-trained dog. Everybody loved him. They'd never seen a dog with eyes like his. I'm sure he loved all the attention too. My first concern came with my newborn son. He did not do as well with children as I would have liked. At times, he gave him a sideways glance that I didn't like. I kept an eye on him as best I could when he was around my son, but he had given me no reason not to trust him, so I didn't worry much. He was wonderful in every other way. Then, suddenly, he wasn't. We had a notary over to collect signatures from us so we could close on a refinance of our home. After sitting at our dining room table for about an hour, signing papers, the notary rose to leave. Apollo, who had been sitting at my feet, must have been startled by the sudden movement. Like a bolt of lightning, he bit. Just once, but it was a shock. The notary was a real mensch. He didn't get angry. He showed humanity. He knew that we would never have had Apollo unrestrained if we had had any idea that he would do something like that. If only everyone was so understanding as he. But fear crept into my heart that there was something about my dog that was not compatible with the family life that we had. We kept Apollo on a shorter leash after that, both figuratively and literally. The off leash hikes were a thing of the past, but we hoped this would prove to be just a one-off anomaly. It wasn't. A month and a half later, just days out from another deployment, I was sitting in my living room talking to a very good friend, a Master Gunnery Sergeant in the USMC (who, as an aside, donated $1,000 to our GiveSendGo campaign to #SaveLucy, thank you 🙏). Apollo was familiar with him already, so I was off my guard, and didn't notice Apollo giving him the stinkeye until it was too late. Apollo lunged and bit. He immediately backed off, but the horrid realization came to me at that moment that my fears were true. My options were limited on the eve of a deployment. To socialize Apollo and train this behavior out of him would take time. I didn't have time. We also didn't have family in the area and Dolly was pregnant again. I couldn't leave my pregnant wife alone for the duration of my tour with a dog who had shown a tendency to bite. I couldn't turn a blind eye to the sideways look he occasionally gave my infant son. Not anymore. I made the devastating decision to rehome him. On what I knew would be our final ride together, he hopped right into the front seat and looked at me, tongue dangling out of his mouth in a happy, sloppy pant, his nub of a tail bobbing up and down, wondering what wonderful adventure daddy was taking him on this time. I'm sure he was confident it was going to be a great time no matter what. It felt like betrayal to me. When we reached the shelter, he faithfully followed me in. We sat in a corner. He leaned against my legs and I stroked his head one final time. It felt like we sat there forever, but I didn't mind. I would have been happy for time to stop, to stay in that moment, just me and my dog, stripped of all externalities, for eternity. But time didn't stop. At length, the door opened and a lady entered. Apollo pressed in against my shins. His 40 pound weight felt heavy. Crushing. I gave him one last embrace, then closed my eyes. "That's a good boy," I whispered, though I couldn't bring myself to look. "I'll always love you." She took Apollo and led him through the door, never for me to see him again. Even today, when I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of his warm body pressing against mine, trusting me to keep him safe. That was as hard a thing as I've ever done in my life. It was a no-kill shelter, but I played things close to the chest. I did not tell them the worst details. I only mentioned my fear of possible aggression against my child while I was deployed. I did not want to jeopardize Apollo's chance at another opportunity. For months, I kept checking the shelter's website for information about him, but I never saw an update. I do not know what became of him, sadly. I got back home and Dolly asked me where Apollo was. I don't remember if I said anything. I was numb. I hadn't told her where I was going or what I was doing. I had not wanted anything to change my mind. I knew my heart wasn't in it, but I wasn't going to be stopped. It was the right thing to do for my wife, son, and community. Her tears flowed when she realized what I had done. She also loved Apollo. I went to lay on the bed upstairs and be alone. Just weeks later, in a mudhole in the desert, I met my sweet Lucy and my heart began to heal. Saving her from that war zone helped me deal with the lingering guilt I felt about Apollo. I continue to feel the sting of that experience. I wouldn't change what I did though. I love dogs. I will always stand up for dogs when they are mistreated. I will adopt unwanted dogs when I am able. A great measure of a man is how he treats dogs. I aim to always pass that test. But I will always defend human life. Only humans are made in the image of God. I hope and pray that God has a place for dogs when this life is over, but humans He created with souls destined for glory. "You have never talked to a mere mortal," CS Lewis explained. "Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors." I completely agree. I love dogs. They have no guile in them, no duplicity. A dog will not tell you a lie. I like them better than I like people, often. But I cannot choose a dog over a life that was uniquely created to glorify the Almighty (Isaiah 43:7). I will always protect human life. That is why I served. That is why I deployed several times. To protect people, even when they didn't realize they needed protecting. I failed once. I received a report about a plot to blow up a bomb in Beirut. I got it out with all the speed and precision I could, but it got bogged down by the sideshow of the editing process for hours. I got distracted and didn't follow up on it aggressively. In the end, I'm sure the bureaucrats in their cubicles transliterated the names correctly. I'm sure they crossed every T and dotted every I. But at a price. A devastating price. I woke up the next morning to read in the news that a bomb had gone off in Beirut. It was carried out by the people my report said would carry it out. It took place in the exact locale I said it would take place. 43 people dead. Hundreds wounded. Families shattered. I didn't know these people, but my heart sank. Human life is sacred. I will always work to defend it. If I can save a few dogs along the way, great. That is also the Lord's work. But I will never keep a dog that is a danger to my neighbors. Whatever their sins, their harassment, libel, and cunning deceits, they are made in the image of God with souls destined for eternity. Lucy, my 11-year-old dog that survived ISIS, is no danger to my them. I know it in my very bones. The Mountains Have Eyes said that the DA told him I was not a responsible dog owner when he called to inquire about Lucy. This viewpoint is informed by a false impression given to her by our gossipy, well-connected neighbors, not by the facts. I want to tell her about Apollo. Dolly Spice- Jones 🌱🎵 Leisha

Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸

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A PORT HARCOURT RESIDENT ESCAPED LYNCH£D BY NORTHERNERS AT RUMUOLA A Port Harcourt resident, Charles Opurum, has alleged that he was almost lynched by a group of northerners during a violent incident at a Restopark fueling station in Rumuola. HE SHARES HIS STORY👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽 "Yesterday I suffered a very vicious attack at the hands of northerners at Restopark fueling station Rumuola. On trying to access the station to buy petrol for my car the entrance was blocked by a vehicle apparently negotiating with an elderly northerner. I kept honking for him to get out of the way so I could get in. It took them over 15 seconds before the vehicle moved. The northerner starts cussing me out for honking at them. Me too I replied him from within my car as I drove past him towards the pump. As I alighted from the vehicle the man approached me aggressively and slapped me unprovoked. I immediately returned the slap with power that knocked him back. In a split second I was surrounded by the northerners there. They were hitting me from all angles, (one even used his prayer chaplet on me) but I managed to drive away from there. However a policeman attached to the fueling station astonishingly smashed my front and back windshields. One of them that was hanging on my vehicle and punching me fell off as I was driving away and my tire climbed his foot. I immediately went to the police to report. The DPO of Rumuepirikom police station, CSP John Ayah sent 3 patrol vehicles to arrest the perpetrators. Can you imagine that all the Aboki people there came out like ants as though to resist the police? Some of them were even still threatening me right there in front of the policemen. Anyways the baba that caused the issue by slapping me was picked up along with a handful of others. On seeing me, the manager of the fueling station expressed his regrets at how I was treated and provided me with the CCTV footage of the incident. Now the story shifts to the DPO’s office. The baba twisted the story and said I attacked them first. He claimed that he was kneeling and begging me and that as I drove in I came down and started beating him. The other guy who was injured said he was on his own when I ran him over. When questioned about why he smashed my windshields, the policeman from the fueling station claimed he thought I was one of those people who came to buy fuel and run away without paying and that’s why he smashed my windshields. The DPO told him he was very stupid for saying that. Anyways, after they watched the CCTV footage the DPO said “baba na you first slap am! Camera don show say na you first slap am.” The secretary of the Rivers Arewa community saw the video and told them to keep quiet and stop denying. He spoke in Hausa to them and they all kept quiet. As for the one who said I ran him over unprovoked, the footage showed him hanging from my vehicle as I drove away, it showed how he fell off. My colleagues Joe and Ogochukwu said afterwards that the northerners there twisted the story claiming that I came there and attacked a woman and the baba was trying to intervene and I slapped him. Na wa!! Anyways, they started begging me for forgiveness, they paid for me to get a new set of windshields as well as fix the dents on my car. While that’s okay, it’s not enough for me as I’m going to see the CP to make sure that useless policeman is dealt with ruthlessly for damaging my windshields. I thank the DPO for his proactive response and professionalism. The welts on my arm were caused by the impact of the chaplet when it made contact with my arm".

Port Harcourt Socials

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NI-KI’s mom said that the most difficult era for her was during “I-LAND”! ☹️ 👤: During the I-LAND period, Sensei Mai was having a bit of a hard time mentally, (she) couldn’t help but feel worried (after all)… 💗: Well, back then it was really hard. The most difficult moments when raising a child are when they’re babies and when they have to make life decisions… 💗: As parents, you think about which path will make this child the happiest. You can’t simply say, “Do it this way!”… 💗: Being a parent is pretty hard during those moments—how to support them, how to advise them, etc… 🐥: “The most difficult time for me (since I came to South Korea) was when I was a trainee, and there was no air conditioning in my room where I was staying. It was so hot during the summer that I had to call my parents.” 💗: “I want to buy air conditioning, a desk, and a refrigerator for my 14-year-old son who is living abroad. During the summer, he stays in a room at 36°C without air conditioning. He is working hard, living alone abroad to fulfill his dreams. If I get money, I will use it for my son.” 💗: “You still haven’t gotten rid of the habit of taking off your pajamas while you sleep… hahaha. Stop doing that because you’ll catch a cold hahaha. It made me laugh so much hahaha.” 💗: “He’s still a child. I want to be by his side and support him on whatever path he chooses. I believe in him, and I will do my best as his mother to take care of him and look after him. Please take good care of him. 🙏” 🐥: “When I saw my parents, I really wanted to tell them that I was going to debut, and since they raised me until today so that I could promote with ENHYPEN, I wanted to thank them.” 🐥: “From the very beginning, my parents have always supported me. They never opposed me even once. So I’m filled with nothing but gratitude toward my parents.” 🐥: “And to someone I’m very grateful to… my parents! They’re here today too. Because my parents are here, I’m very grateful that I was able to perform in front of them. I don’t know exactly where they’re sitting right now, but thank you for coming all the way from Japan. I’ll be a son they can be proud of.” 🐥: “Dad, Mom… I know I’ve caused you a lot of trouble, but from now on, I’ll make it up to you through my performances. Thank you for everything, always. I’ll work hard to become an amazing son. I love you.” #니키 #NI_KI #ニキ

𝘼𝙡𝙡𝙞⁷⭑.ᐟ 𓆩 𝙎𝙄𝙉 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃 𓆪🥀

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Heavenly Father, On the first Sunday of every month, the people I have loved since boyhood stand and say the words I know. I have listened most of my life and cannot say them. So receive instead the testimony of a man who does not know. I have seen. Let me tell You what I have seen. I was young when You let me see them, and I fell in love. A whole people leaning one direction like wheat in wind, and the direction was You. When I stood among them the world felt governed. When I left, it did not. I have seen a mother come apart at an airport gate, welcoming home a son she gave to Your name for two years, and no one there thought it strange. I have seen ordinary men gather their heavy hands on a fevered child's head, a drop of oil, a father's steadied voice, and a child who slept. I have seen a man weep at the pulpit over his hardships, and by Saturday there were meals on his porch and trucks in his driveway. For an hour at a time, in a plain building off a wide street, I have seen Zion or its shadow. I cannot say which, and that is the sentence my whole life is written inside. And You know the rest. I cannot believe the book. I have tried every door into that belief, study, fasting, the promise in Moroni taken at its word, and what came back was silence. Joseph staked everything on the literal, and I honor him for refusing the shelter of metaphor, and I cannot follow him. Wanting is not believing. And the men sustained as prophets, I have listened for You in them. Perhaps the fault is in my ear. You know, and I do not. So I went back to the older house of my ancestors, the Mass of the ages, the lamp kept burning through the fall of empires. And this week I watched the man in Peter's chair cast out the last keepers of the flame, and in the sound of that door bolting I understood what I had feared for years. I believe the chair is empty. If I am wrong, You will have to correct me Yourself. If I am right, the keys fall back to You who held them first. So be my Rome. Be my prophet. Hold every empty seat until You show me the house where Your name lives. And Father, here is the fear beneath all of it. I am not a young father. His grandparents are not young. The years will take us in their order, and I do not want my son alone in the world when they do. I wanted him inside the web I saw as a boy, the meals on the porch, the hands on the head, a hundred people who would know his name when mine is on a stone. Give him a people, him and the little one coming in August, whether or not You ever give me a church. Do not let the honesty I owe You cost my children the belonging I loved. I cannot hand them certainty. I can hand them a father who never once lied to God. Let them inherit the truth, or failing that, an honest man, and let the honesty be a road the truth can travel to reach them. That is my testimony. I have seen, and I have loved, and I have not known. Come to the door. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Kirk Rollins

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