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New York NY — After a meeting of hundreds of Evangelical leaders, who were lead in a rousing chorus of SNAP!’s huge ’90’s hit, The Power, by the mega-popular Chris Tomlin, Liberty University President Jerry Falwell, jr. stopped, along with his wife, Becki, for a photo op with presumptive Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump.
Falwell indicated that in addition to endorsing Trump, and in a surprising reversal of decades of school policy, that Playboy would now be official campus magazine of Liberty University. Reporters asked, “Isn’t that pornography?” To which Falwell replied, “No, it’s much more artful than that smut rag, Hustler, put out by that despicable Flynt guy. Now that’s pornography. Besides which, Mr. Hefner is a classy guy.”
Falwell went on to say that if Playboy was good enough for Trump, it was good enough for him, and the thousands of students at Liberty. “Besides which,” he said, “as is the trend among all the best megachurches, this will really appeal to guys, and should bolster our male attendance roster.”
It was later announced, in a reversal of Playboy’s new, non-nude format, that Mrs. Falwell would be posing for a pictorial spread. “What can I say,” Falwell asked? “College kids love MILFs.”
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Nearly four years ago, the good readers of this (then more active) blog saw fit out of the kindness of their hearts to pay my way to a Ransomed Heart men’s boot camp. To say this Wild at Heart retreat was lifechanging is an understatement of the highest order. I was touched in ways I never thought possible. Then, when the trials–the attacks–came to say I wasn’t prepared would also be a gross understatement. The new liberty I found in Christ morphed into license, giving way to disillusionment.
I said and did things I’m not proud of. I put my family through great turmoil. I’ll regret it forever.
Recently, through the kindness of brothers at our current church, I found myself at a men’s retreat. The first in nearly four years.
This time, it’s going to be different. And not not because I’m different. But rather because I’m surrounding myself with godly men, not trying to do this on my own, ala JohnWayneianity. I’m older, yes, perhaps more battle worn. If anything’s different it’s simply that I know I can’t do this on my own. I need to godly men to lift me up, to encourage, to kick my butt when needed.
This time, it’s going to be different because I give up.
Do you need to give up? Are you still trying to this Jesus thing on your own? Pride cometh before a fall, as the scriptures say. And trust me God is a much gentler task master than experience.
That’s all I wanted to say.
Let’s say you’re husband out for your monthly dinner date night with your wife. Monthly, because that’s what you can afford within your household budget. Because it’s a popular, well-known place you made your reservations far in advance. You and wife arranged childcare; you’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.
You get there, availing yourselves of valet parking. You don’t do this often, so you want the full experience. You get inside, get seated, order drinks and appetizers. You unwind, relax, enjoy one another’s company like you haven’t in some time.
Your meals come. You switch with your wife, because it wasn’t quite what she expected. You don’t mind, you love her, and hey! It’s food!
You talk, holding hands, looking lovingly into one another’s eyes. You order dessert. Chocolate mousse cheesecake. It disappears.
The check comes; your jaw hits the floor. It’s far higher than you budgeted for. Turns out the restaurant has a policy of randomly assigning the bills, distributing them arbitrarily. And you got the check for a large party. You’re stuck.
It’s the restaurant’s policy. Nothing you can do.
AND THAT, MY FRIENDS, IS BERNIE SANDERS.