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You want to know what I find odd? The pretend nature of Thanksgiving because humans have social etiquette and that requires us to temporarily set aside every ounce of bullshit we’ve piled up all year. We slap on a happy pilgrim mask, step into character, and hope nobody smells the emotional dumpster fire we shoved into the closet right before they arrived. Thanksgiving is basically Broadway — but the cast is underdressed, underprepared, and slightly intoxicated. Everyone has

Peter was the kind of guy who acted first and thought later. Big talk. Big heart. Big screwups. If Jesus were forming a football team, Peter would be the guy promising touchdowns before learning the plays. He was bold enough to get himself into miracles…and into trouble. So when Jesus strolls across a roaring ocean in the dead of night like gravity is optional, everyone else nearly pees their robes thinking a sea ghost is coming for them. Waves smashing the boat, wind howling

You’d think a prophet would have his spiritual crap together. Clear purpose. Firm faith. Backbone of steel. Right? Not Jonah. God gives him orders: “Go to Nineveh. Tell those people to quit acting like wild toddlers and turn their lives around.” Jonah hears that and instantly decides, “Yeah… I’m not doing that.” Instead of leaning into his calling, he grabs a getaway ticket and sails in the totally opposite direction like God won’t notice or follow. That’s some Olympic-level

Moses wasn’t exactly crushing life when this story hits. He wasn’t strutting through the desert like a Marvel hero with a staff. He was hiding out in the wilderness after screwing up his life back in Egypt — now herding sheep for his father-in-law and probably replaying every mistake that got him there. Then one ordinary day, the extraordinary shows up. A random bush explodes into flames but doesn’t burn up, like God lit a torch just to get his attention. And then the bush st

Adam and Eve had the easiest responsibilities on the planet: enjoy paradise, love each other, name some animals, and don’t eat fruit from one very specific tree. That’s it. No taxes, no chores, no in-laws, no laundry, just a full-time gig of joy. Then a smooth-talking serpent slides in like the first bad influence in history and convinces Eve that the one thing off-limits is the exact thing she needs to feel fulfilled. Eve bites the fruit like it’s a TikTok food trend, Adam j

Judas wasn’t some cartoon villain lurking in the shadows with evil intentions from day one. He was chosen by Jesus — handpicked as one of the twelve. Trusted with the money bag. Given front-row seats to miracles most people would sell their souls to witness: blind eyes opening, storms silenced, death reversed like a bad decision God simply refused to accept. Judas preached. Judas healed. Judas had the same access to Jesus as Peter, James, and John. And yet somewhere along the

Jonah finally cracks. After the ocean drama, the storm, the involuntary submarine ride in a whale’s digestive system — he goes to Nineveh. He marches into the city like a grumpy mailman delivering salvation nobody asked for. He preaches the warning: “Forty days, and this place is toast.” And shock of all shocks — it works . The people actually listen. They repent. The city turns around. God calls off the destruction. And Jonah is furious  about it. He stomps out of the city l

Thomas gets a bad rap. One moment of hesitation and he’s branded “Doubting Thomas” for thousands of years, as if the other disciples were fearless faith warriors while he was scrolling Snopes for verification. The truth is, Jesus had been crucified. The world Thomas believed in collapsed. The future he pictured died on a cross while he stood powerless to stop it. So when the disciples tell him, “We saw Jesus — He’s alive!” Thomas doesn’t jump into a worship song. He basically