Whenever my Christian family or friends who have been captured by “weaponized universals” thinking say something like “render to Caesar what is Caesar’s,” I reply with, “Whose image is on a Bitcoin?”

If morals were so simple, unfortunately it’s not, depends on culture, religion, mental health and so on. Of there are assholes and maybe a couple universal wrongs (for humans).

Life starts when you realize no one gives a shit about you.

Glad you found happiness and peace. 🐶 🫂

I grew up going to Roman Catholic Church. I went through all the motions but understood none of the meaning. I’d constantly ask my mom why I had to do all of the “stuff” and confess my “sins” to some stranger in a confessional booth. It felt hollow and mechanical. I left that tradition the moment I turned 18, determined to forge my own path.

But life has a way of humbling us. I got married at 20, had my first son at 22, and despite my best intentions, I found myself repeating the exact patterns I’d grown up resenting. Generational brokenness is devastatingly real. Another son came two years later, and after 10 years of marriage, I was spiritually and emotionally bankrupt. I’d sit alone some nights, confronting the uncomfortable truth that I’d become a narcissist. Everything I did seemed to revolve around my own needs and ego.

During this season, my wife started attending a non denominational church (Baptist roots). I was working weekend graveyards, so she took our boys with her. Honestly, I figured they’d all be better off without me there anyways as I’d wake up and marinate watching football all day. But over several months, I watched something remarkable happen to my wife. She became more patient, more sacrificial, more joyful. The change was so profound it got my attention in a way nothing else could.

God was working on my heart, creating a curiosity I hadn’t ever had. My wife had been quietly collecting Christian books, and I found myself drawn to Lee Strobel’s “The Case for Christ.” I devoured it in two days, and couldn’t put it down. The historical evidence for Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection was overwhelming. By the end, I was convinced not just intellectually, but in my soul: I was a sinner desperately in need of rescue, and Jesus Christ was real.

That realization changed everything because I knew it had to. If what I’d read was true and the evidence said it was, then this wasn’t just interesting information. It was the most important truth in existence, with eternal consequences.

In the many years since, God has completely reoriented my life. Through reformed theology, particularly RC Sproul’s teaching, I discovered that the dead saints often speak more clearly to our current struggles than most contemporary voices. Reading the Puritans and reformers showed me that God’s sovereignty and grace aren’t abstract concepts, they’re the foundation of transformed living.

The truth is, I didn’t choose God. He chose me. While I was spiritually dead, consumed with myself, He pursued me with relentless love. That grace has transformed my marriage from the inside out, revolutionized how I father my sons, and given me a brotherhood within the body of Christ I never knew I needed.

Now everything I do flows from that love. Everything I do here on Nostr is through that love. Not perfectly, but purposefully. I’m the same man, but I’m not the same man.

If you’re reading this and something resonates, don’t wait. Pick up a book. Ask the hard questions. Examine your life honestly: Are you just happy, or do you have joy? Happiness depends on circumstances; joy transcends them. One is temporary satisfaction; the other is eternal security.

I promise you, investigating the claims of Christ will be the most important thing you ever do. Not because I say so, but because He is who He says He is. And that changes absolutely everything.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

GM

The last verse is one of my favorite Bible verses

Nice morning walk with the dog today. Sunrise was beautiful today.

Isiah:40:28-31

28 Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding.

29 He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.

30 Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:

31 But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

To maintain our sanity, we really must accept that we will eventually die having learned very little of the truth about our history. Though the mysteries of our history are unfortunately lies or misinterpretations, I've embraced the the mysteries in life surrounding physics, nature, and spirituality.

Who is God? I don't know, but it's fascinating!

Did aliens visit Earth? I don't know, but it's fascinating!

What is our history? I don't know, but I think I know what it ain't; it ain't what they say it is.

many such cases

It is ridiculously good isn't it

Harden your human OS, so it won't happen again.

What matters is those days are gone but it’s still funny 😂

So some libs are getting boosted to protest their disdain for RFK. Pretty neat ain’t it? 🤭

Why are you supporting the idea of putting child pornography on the blockchain?

Like HOW THE FUCK IS THIS EVEN AN ARGUMENT WHAT THE FUCK

There’s a generational blind spot happening with money that’s wild to witness. The older generation lived through decades of slow currency debasement and can’t see it for what it is, a systematic wealth transfer from regular people to those closest to the money printer. They think inflation and declining purchasing power is just “how economics works” because it happened gradually enough to feel normal.

Meanwhile, younger people are looking at Bitcoin and seeing something their parents can’t: that money doesn’t have to be controlled by governments, and that maybe, just maybe, we’ve been getting quietly robbed our entire lives through monetary policy. The changing of the guard isn’t just about age, it’s about fundamentally different beliefs about who should control the money supply and whether citizens should have a say in their own economic destiny.

Good morning Frens!

🌞✝️☕️

How bad can it be to be in an echo chamber of love, forgiveness, awareness and compassion?

Jesus became a curse on the cross [Gal 3:13] and was cursed by YHWH [Deut 21:23].

Despite its salvific intent, the curse on Jesus was harmful, contradicting the notion that a divine being cannot do evil, thus it stains YHWHs' character.

Therefore, the being who cursed the sinless saviour lacked goodness and was evil.

That tough. I hope you’re holding up alright.

Yes to both, of course. I do not understand how anyone could not think Jesus to be the Son of the Most High, he spoke about His Father constantly. His claim would mean he's a lunatic, lair or was telling the truth. I believer the latter.

How do I get 365 HODL notes on a daily tear off calendar 📆?

Rephrase to be concise: All these books recommendations about philosophies and self help I see in the bitcoin bubble but very rarely i see the Bible on these lists. If we purely look at the philosophical and wisdom aspect it’s worthy to be checked out.