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I love your imagination. However, I am pleasantly surprised by us all. We have read these accounts many times. (maybe hundreds of times). Yet now that it is portrayed in a new format, we have all re-read the account with fresh eyes. I love all the new options we consider... love it...

In my daily Bible reading, I'm finishing Luke and I've been thinking about the movies and how it could be done. I was meditating on the moment Jesus was entering Jerusalem on the donkey. I could imagine a view of Jesus on the donkey with the crowd around, everyone smiling, Jesus looking at all of them, and looking at his apostles with a big smile, looking at the city in front of him. Then, a view from far away, uphill, to see the whole crowd, but the camera is passing behind a "stauros". Then, a view on Jesus still smiling, looking right and left at the crowd, and facing the city, his eyes then turn to the previous camera angle (the stauros uphill offcamera, but the viewer understands what he is looking at), then his smile fades. He is now looking right and left at the crowd with a growing sadness and emotion, shaking a bit his head as the donkey continue to advance, the camera is still on his face but we can see the tears coming up as he says : If you, even you, had discerned on this day ... because you did not discern the time of your being inspected...

Fabulous advice, fabulous brother!

Is he anointed?

Cool, I am a health coach and I have good news 4 you. Diabetes is reversible. And no you don't have to live with this for the rest of your life. Deif

Back to the real topic 😁 What is all about with that peace plan? In Ukraine-Russia War?

Hiccups increase severely, causing pain Y D W O H

I was thinking this to myself the other day when I came across a recent morning worship video he hosted.

Sorry my friend — I did a little checking, and I need to offer a small correction to what was shared. Antarctica really is one of the windiest places on earth, but it has not recorded the highest measured wind. The highest sustained surface wind at a staffed station is still Mount Washington’s famous 231-mph reading from 1934. Australia’s Barrow Island later recorded a 254-mph cyclone gust in 1996, but that was storm-driven and not a daily-condition wind. On the time-zone point, Antarctica isn’t without time zones. Because there’s no native civilian population, each research station simply uses the time zone of the country that runs it — or sometimes the time zone of the supply base they depend on. It ends up being a patchwork rather than “no time zones at all.” Just wanted to pass along the accurate details without stepping on any toes.~~~

China has validated the peace plan

Krispy sesame toast, moves eaters HISCP

Notice how the text frames the issue. Jehovah’s name is not merely a title; it is the center of the universe’s moral conflict. When he says, “The nations will have to know that I am Jehovah,” he is announcing a moment when every creature—loyal or rebellious—will see his holiness cleared of every slur. That gives weight to everything Jesus felt. Now look at the contrast presented. No one has upheld Jehovah’s name more faithfully than Jesus. Every teaching, every healing, every word reflected his Father perfectly. Yet when the hour came, the charge leveled against him was the very opposite of who he was—blasphemy. Imagine the shock of that accusation to someone who regarded slander of Jehovah as the most corrupt act a person could commit. And notice the point about Gethsemane. The agony wasn’t caused only by what he would suffer physically. The prospect of being viewed—even briefly—as someone who dishonored his Father pressed against everything in his spirit. That’s why his prayer was so intense. It wasn’t fear. It was loyalty, strained under the weight of injustice. What do we learn? The sanctification of Jehovah’s name is not an abstract doctrine. It reaches into the deepest parts of devotion. It shapes how we respond when misunderstood, misrepresented, or mistreated. Jesus’ example shows that loyalty holds even when the accusation cuts in the place we revere most.

Friday, December 5 “The nations will have to know that I am Jehovah,” declares the Sovereign Lord Jehovah, “when I am sanctified among you before their eyes.”—Ezek. 36:23. Jesus knew that Jehovah’s purpose is to sanctify His name, to clear it of all reproach. That is why our Master taught his followers to pray: “Our Father in the heavens, let your name be sanctified.” (Matt. 6:9) Jesus understood that this is the greatest issue facing all creation. No intelligent creature in the universe has ever done more to sanctify Jehovah’s name than Jesus has. Yet, when Jesus was arrested, what sin did his enemies accuse him of? Blasphemy! Jesus surely felt that to abuse or to slander his Father’s holy name was the most repugnant of sins. He was deeply disturbed that he would be charged and convicted of this crime. That may have been the main reason why Jesus was “in such agony” in the hours leading up to his arrest.—Luke 22:41-44. w24.02 11 ¶11

Good coffee while manning the cart is wonderful too! ☕😂

At 4:30 in the morning, the world feels different. The sky is still ink-dark, the air has that sharp little bite that sneaks under your jacket, and the thermometer has slipped a few extra degrees just to keep things interesting. A light breeze drifts across the Kingdom Hall remodel site, rattling tarps and whispering through scaffolding. Four of us are on security duty—just a handful of sleepy volunteers wrapped in hoodies, reflective vests, and good intentions. I’m already wearing my “Kingdom smile”—that quiet, contented warmth that comes from knowing why you’re here and who you’re serving. But I keep thinking: What else can I do for my three fellow volunteers out here in the cold? Foot washing crosses my mind for half a second🤔. Then I feel the wind, glance at the dusty ground, and laugh to myself. Yeah… no. That’s not happening at 4:30 AM. Then it hits me. Coffee. Not just coffee—coffee. Somewhere inside the hall, there’s a Keurig machine waiting for after-hours use. It’s convenient, it’s fast… and it’s absolutely not what I’m going to use. Not tonight. Not for my brothers and sisters standing guard in the cold with me. I’m a pour-over person. Ritual, patience, and care in every cup. So if I’m going to show love, I’m going to show it with a kettle, a dripper, and beans that still remember the roaster’s hands. The Quiet Joy of Preparation My routine starts long before I get to the site. I buy fresh-roasted beans from roasters all over the US. Not supermarket tired, not “roasted sometime last month,” but beans that are never more than five days off the roast. Just enough time to degas and mellow, but still brimming with aromatics waiting to be released. Before each shift—three or four nights a week—I pull out my burr grinder and set it to that perfect grind, somewhere between sand and sea salt. I grind only what I need, just before heading out the door, so every cup will bloom with fresh oils and fragrant steam. I have eight different ways to brew coffee at home, but for the project, I keep it simple and reliable: my Kalita 102 dripper. Kalita makes decent paper filters, sure—but I’m picky. I bring Cafec filters instead. They’re my favorite: beautifully made, consistent, and forgiving enough at 5:00 in the morning. “Pour-Over Bar Opens at 5:30!” By the time the others are shuffling their feet and blowing into their hands for warmth, I’ve already set up my little makeshift coffee station—kettle, scale, dripper, cups lined up like eager students. “Hey crew,” I call out, smiling, “pour-over station opens at 5:30 AM!” Suddenly, the cold doesn’t seem quite as brutal. My recipe is simple but precise: 15 grams of coffee 250 ml of purified water Water at about 190°F, just right for a dark roast First, I pour 50 grams of water and let the grounds bloom—forty-five slow seconds while the coffee swells and releases trapped gases, the aroma rolling up in warm waves. Then a second 50-gram pour at thirty seconds, and another at the next thirty. Finally, a last gentle pour to reach 250 grams total, and we wait for the drawdown—watching that steady, reassuring drip. In the dim pre-dawn light, steam curls out of the cups like little signatures of comfort. A Different Origin in Every Cup Last week, the star of the show was a Costa Rican, Black Honey processed, medium roast—sweet, layered, and luminous in the cup. This week, I’ve brought something bolder: a blend of Ethiopia, Sumatra, and Vietnam—medium-dark roast, with tasting notes like a breakfast menu: bananas foster, French toast, wild bergamot, cacao nib. Someone takes a sip and closes their eyes for a moment, and I know the late-night drive and careful packing were worth it. Next week, if the mail cooperates, it’ll be Organic Sumatra, deep and dark, ready to stand up to any cold morning on-site. That one’s already on its way, quietly traveling across states to end up in our hands, in these cups, on these nights. And of course, I don’t forget those who prefer to skip the caffeine. For them, I’ve got a decaf blend: Ethiopia and Papua New Guinea, dark roast, with tasting notes of chocolate ganache, New Orleans–style beignet, and orange zest. Just because it’s decaf doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be an experience. More Than Just Staying Awake Out here, in the chilly stillness before sunrise, the coffee is doing more than keeping us awake. It’s warming hands wrapped around cups. It’s softening tired faces into smiles. It’s turning a simple security shift into a small act of hospitality and love. When the word gets out that there’s real coffee—thoughtful coffee, carefully made coffee—suddenly 4:30 AM doesn’t feel quite so harsh. There’s laughter, there’s teasing about flavor notes (“Did you say French toast? In a cup?”), and there’s that easy, quiet joy that comes from serving one another in small, practical ways. Life can be tough, no doubt about it. But with good friends, a shared purpose, and a pour-over in your hand while the first hint of dawn lightens the sky? Well… life can be pretty wonderful, too. ☕ Cheers....🤣

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Antarctica has the highest winds, 8 types of penguin, no time zones, and no government.

You brothers are so amazing with the help and resources for Mahad!!! Threads like this really make me think deeply about what a wonderful brotherhood we have, I never want to be without it in my life.

Very helpful information, Nat; hopefully some of these fine suggestions give him a range of possible opportunities.

Well this thread got high jacked rather quickly!

I think the translator didn't translate my idea correctly and I didn't have time to check, but I meant that Brother Peter was referring to himself as being one of the other sheep.

Could Caesar Create Cottage Cheese? D D D D D

A STRANGE DAY... FIRST I FIND A HAT WITH SMALL CHANGE IN IT, THEN I GET CHASED BY A MAN WITH A GUITAR.