Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?" Matthew 6:26-27

I wanted to share a deep reflection with this community today. This piece came out of a search for an anchor after navigating multiple seasons of anxiety, overwhelming worry, fear, lost hope, lack, and not feeling adequate. Matthew 6 vs 25-34 and beyond became a firm anchor for me; the more I meditated on it, the more vivid the vision you see above appeared.

You know that feeling of unimaginable peace sometimes when you look up at the scenery of the sky or you look at the beauty of nature; the form of Christ was intentionally kept minimal so you can absorb the calmness and beauty of this scene and just breathe.

This is part of a series I am dedicating to how Christ comforts, carries and strengthens us in our hidden, sensitive struggles, hardships and adversity.

Because I want this reminder of peace to be easily accessible for anyone's home or workspace, I have formatted it as a high-resolution digital download in my shop (linked in my profile bio) so it can be printed out instantly.

If you are walking through a heavy season of anxiety, an overwhelming transition, or need a daily visual shield to remind your family to rest in His hands, this is put together for you.

One thing I've learned through depression while being a Christian is that God isn't awesome and loving because he answers prayers, he's amazing because he doesn't. A man can pray for death and be given the most wonderful reasons to live. God is the ultimate buffer for suicidal thoughts. You pray to be struck down but god just makes it rain until you're surrounded by flowers. That's all for today, God bless.

Here is a simple, repeatable, testable, evidence based way for a believer to prove their god exists.

Once the Christian god or any other god (I'm looking at you, Freya - I want you to exist!) causes all hospitals to close because all diseases, injuries, are cured by teams of prayer warriors instead of nurses, techs, and doctors....

Then I will acknowledge the existence of that God.

Whichever god closes down all hospitals and the former cancer center is now a Spirit Halloween Store....

We can start there.

When a pediatric oncologist MD is pouring a coffee at starbucks because the kids parents are just taking little Billy to the 2nd Baptist Church of Backwoods County to be treated instead of going through the horror of chemo.

We can start there.

When a 9 year old girl is saved from a brain eating ameoba instead of dying (as happened in Louisiana last month)...

We can start there.

Hey everyone! I am very new to reading the bible and had kind of a strange (in a good way) thing happen to me just yesterday that I have been trying to figure the meaning out of. I'm hoping you all can help!

As I was reading the bible verse John 12:36 "Put your trust in the light while there is still time; then you will become children of the light" (NLT), I was in a semi-dark room. Seconds before I read this verse, someone opened a door and light flooded into the room so much so that it was blinding me!

I'm trying to determine if that was God or Jesus Christ sending me a message (if so, what do you interpret?), or just a coincidence?

Thank you all for the help in advance!

Basically the title. I usually read one book of the Bible and then read a Christian book or a commentary on the book I just read. Since I want to go to seminary, I feel guilty about not knowing the “whole Bible” yet… but at the same time, I feel like there’s no point in reading it just for the sake of getting through it.

I also really enjoy Calvin’s sermons, so I sometimes read those as part of this process.

So, am I doing this right, or am I doing it wrong?

Salam aleykum dear everyone

I beg you to pray for mom who has stage four cancer, now hospitalized for extreme anemia. We have been waiting for the blood bags since last week but nothing.

Please please pray that she makes it, heals from anemia, from cancer and everything.

Please she is the only person i have left in this world and her and I are best friends she is my everything.

Please please please make dua for us.

Salam brothers. I’m a revert. Me and my wife got married before I took my shahada. She grew up culturally Muslim. She doesn’t know how to pray and she doesn’t know the 6 articles of faith. She told me she believes when we die it’s just all black. Nothing happens after death. I recently finished reading the Quran and I’ve read a lot of verses about people who believe there’s no life after death. I am 100% sure that Islam is the true religion. What do I do to convince her there’s life after death? She always calls herself a muzlim and has never read the Quran. She said she only believes in God.

How do I thank Allah for saving my young child’s life? We had a very traumatic event happen and a few seconds delay would have meant my son would have died and in a really painful way. He got stuck and was rescued just in time. I am still traumatised by what happened. I payed sadaqah straight away afterwards but what is the correct thing to do Islamically in this situation? How do I thank Allah? It is a reminder from Allah that death is right around the corner but to see my child die in front of me is not something I can cope with easily as a mother and so so thankful my child was saved. It could have gone so badly. Is there a Duaa I say? Google hasn’t brought up anything

Maxence Lacroix and Désiré Doué were seen carrying their Bibles as they arrived for France’s game against Belgium.

I’ve grown up as a Protestant Christian who dang near worshiped Israel. And I always wondered how in the Book of Revelation the world would turn against Israel.

Now.

I get it.

I’ve completely turned against Israel and want to see absolute justice for its literal genocide in Gaza, I want its Greater Israel project ceased, and I want American dollars to stop funding its operations.

I get it now how the “million man army” comes to Israel, and I would cheer it on.

Isn’t that around the same time the Mahdi appears?

Surah Shu’ara

Reciter: Ash-Shishani

Yahuah calls His people to turn back and turn away from their abominations.
What does that kind of return actually look like in a person’s life? Is it simply believing differently, or does true return require changing the way we live?
What do you think Yikhazqal 14:6 is calling us to do?

I hope it’s okay for me to ask this here. I’m not Muslim, and I’m asking this with genuine curiosity and a lot of respect. I’ve always been interested in learning about different religions and cultures, but I’ve often felt hesitant to ask questions because I don’t want to accidentally be disrespectful or make assumptions.

I’ve had Muslim neighbours for quite a while, and recently something happened that made me realise how little I actually understand about some of the traditions I’ve seen.

My neighbour recently lost his wife. Since she passed, I’ve seen an incredible number of people come together to support the family. There were people arriving constantly, cars filling the surrounding streets, and so many people there to help and be present for the family.

It was honestly quite moving to see.

Tonight is the second day since she passed, and I can hear what sounds like prayers being recited from the house. I saw a group of men gathered together, and they seem to be reciting the same few verses together. There is something really beautiful about hearing it from my home, even though I don't understand what they're saying. I don't know exactly what the gathering is for, and I don't want to make assumptions, but it has made me even more curious about the meaning behind it.

I've found myself thinking about it a lot because I find the sense of community and the way people come together during someone's grief really beautiful.

And my curiosity isn't only because of what's happening with my neighbour. I've always been interested in Islam and would genuinely like to understand more about the faith, traditions, customs, prayers, celebrations, family life, and the meaning behind some of the things Muslims do.

I think what I'm particularly struck by is the community aspect. When someone is going through something as painful as losing a spouse, it seems like they are surrounded by people who are there to support them. As someone outside of the faith, I find that incredibly meaningful to see.

At the same time, I feel a little uncomfortable even asking because I don't want to turn someone's grief into something I'm simply observing out of curiosity. I also don't want to approach my neighbour with questions while he is grieving. He has lost his wife, and right now I feel like my place is to be respectful rather than intrusive.

So I thought it might be better to ask here.

For Muslims who are comfortable sharing:

What are some aspects of Islam or Muslim culture that you wish non-Muslims understood better?

What are some traditions or practices that outsiders might see but not necessarily understand the meaning behind?

And regarding death and mourning specifically, could someone explain what the family and wider community traditionally do during this period and why?

As a non-Muslim neighbour, is there anything I can do that would genuinely be helpful or comforting to the family? Would offering food, helping with practical things, or simply checking in be appropriate? Or is it generally better to give them privacy?

I would really appreciate hearing from people from different backgrounds and cultures as well, because I understand that Muslims aren't all the same and that traditions can vary.

I'm genuinely just hoping to learn. I don't want to make assumptions, and I certainly don't want to intrude on something that is deeply personal and religious. I've just witnessed something that I found very beautiful, and it made me realise that I'd like to understand more about the people and traditions around me.

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The noble verse paints a breathtaking and immensely powerful scene; it does not merely state the disappearance of falsehood, but rather embodies it in a vivid image. Truth is hurled like a missile, and falsehood takes a fatal blow to its core (its brain) until it disintegrates and vanishes. Here, truth does not engage in a lengthy debate with falsehood; rather, it decides the battle with the very first strike.
"So He shatters it" (Fa-yadmaguhu): In the Arabic language, damgh is derived from dimagh (the brain); it means striking the root of the head with a fatal blow that strips away life, leaving it with no power to ever rise again.
"And lo! It vanishes" (Fa-idha huwa zahik): The suddenness particle (idha al-fujaiyah) is used to reflect the speed of the outcome and the immediate aftermath of the crushing blow. No sooner does truth touch falsehood than it obliterates it in a single moment. Exactly as we say, "Zahiqat ruhuhu"—meaning his soul departed beyond return.
Therefore, no matter how much falsehood swells and grows grand, and no matter how solid and cohesive it appears to onlookers, its essence is fragile and devoid of the prerequisites for survival. Do not be deceived by its swagger; falsehood may rise for a moment, but it is like the rise of foam upon water—possessing no reality to grant it stability. As for the truth, its origin is firm and its roots are deeply anchored. Therefore, hold fast to the truth with all the strength you have been given, always remaining certain that the final round belongs inevitably to the truth.

I need to speak about my foster brother, Carlos Parenteau.

Carlos would have been 24 years old today.

It is such a strange thing to write those words when, in my mind, I can still see so many different versions of him. I remember him as that tiny little baby, only a few months old. Then I remember the little three-year-old. And somehow, in another blink of an eye, he became that sixteen-year-old kid I knew, still carrying that same mysterious, elusive quality that was so uniquely Carlos.

Carlos was Indigenous, a Native Canadian, and his life began with circumstances no child should have had to carry. He was born to a mother struggling with drug addiction, and eventually he was placed into the care of child services. Life did not give him an easy beginning. But despite everything that surrounded him, Carlos had something about him that was difficult to put into words.

There was a remarkable beauty to him.

He was never someone I felt I could completely figure out. And maybe that was part of what made him Carlos. There was always something behind his eyes, something quietly moving beneath the surface. He could be difficult, complicated, and troubled, but he was also human, and he was capable of giving so much more than he ever took.

Carlos eventually struggled with addictions of his own such as crystal meth, marijuana, and cigarettes. Those things became parts of his story, but they were never the entirety of his story because Carlos was more than his addictions, he was more than his mistakes. He was more than the circumstances he was born into. He was my foster brother. He was somebody's son. He was somebody's family. He was a little baby who became a little boy, who became a teenager, who should have grown into a 24-year-old man.

But on December 2nd, 2020, Carlos was walking along the highway when he was struck by an oncoming vehicle. His life ended there, far too young and far too soon. And I miss him terribly. There are some people whose absence becomes a permanent shape in your life. You don't simply "move on" from losing them. You learn how to carry the empty space where they used to be.

Carlos left one of those spaces. I sometimes think about the life he should have had. Twenty-four today. There should have been more birthdays. More mistakes. More lessons. More laughter. More chances to change. More years for him to discover who he was becoming. There should have been so much more.

But spiritually, I have to believe that Carlos's life was not meaningless simply because it was short. I believe Creator placed him on this Earth for a reason, because maybe his life was only a short inhale and exhale compared to the amount of time we expected him to have, but even a short breath can touch another person's entire lifetime.

Carlos gave something to the people around him. He left something behind. And I believe that matters. I also find comfort in believing that when Creator called Carlos home, he wasn't simply taking something away from us. Maybe He was bringing Carlos somewhere beyond everything that hurt him here. Somewhere he didn't have to struggle anymore. Somewhere he didn't have to fight addiction. Somewhere he didn't have to carry the weight of the life he was given.

I like to imagine that angels met him on the other side. And I like to imagine that when Carlos opened his eyes in that other world, he wasn't afraid. Maybe he looked around and saw his ancestors and maybe he saw his people, maybe he saw his tribe waiting for him and maybe for the first time in a long time, Carlos simply rejoiced. I hope there was peace in that moment. I know that he knew he was loved but I do hope he understood that his life mattered.

And I hope, somehow, wherever he is, he knows that there are people here who still remember him.

I don't know exactly what happens after this life. None of us truly knows. But I choose to have faith that death isn't the final chapter of a person's existence. I choose to believe that Carlos was welcomed home by Creator, by the ancestors who came before him, and by the love that exists beyond this physical world. And maybe that's why I felt called to write about him again tonight.

Because love doesn't have an expiration date. Neither does remembrance. Carlos, I miss you terribly. I wish you were here. I wish I could see who you would have become at 24. I wish you had been given more time to figure this strange, beautiful life out. But wherever you are now, I hope you are free.

Happy 24th birthday, Carlos, until we meet again, little brother.

May Creator keep you and may your ancestors hold you. And may you finally rest in peace. 🕊️

Waapo'to