Podcasts about fellowship

This episode features a full length Bible study taught by Pastor Jack Abeelen of Morningstar Christian Chapel in Whittier, California.If today you prayed with Pastor Jack to receive the Lord, we'd love to hear about it and get you started on the right foot. Visit us online at: https://morningstarcc.org/born-again/To see more of Pastor Jack's Bible studies, visit our Morningstar Christian Chapel channel at https://www.youtube.com/@morningstarcc.To subscribe to our Podcast newsletter go to http://eepurl.com/iGzsP6.If you would like to support our electronic ministry, you may do so by going to our donations page at https://morningstarcc.churchcenter.com/giving/to/podcast.Visit our church website at https://morningstarcc.org.

Where do myths come from? For many, the friendship between C. S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien is a familiar story, but a new book explores the braid of complexity woven throughout their 40 year friendship with a new lens. John Hendrix presents the major themes from his new graphic novel, The Mythmakers. This lecture will illuminate the history of mythology, the purpose of story, and the rich value of an artistic community.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Join us as we welcome Bob Herman as he shares with us through Jeremiah 29:11. Bob does a fantastic job of encouraging us that the Lord is always at work through hardship and trials.

In this episode, we bring together a panel of guests to discuss neurologic physical therapy residencies. Host Chris Burke talks to ANPT RF SIG chair Christina Platko, along with DD SIG volunteers Madison Catalano, a residency graduate, and our very own podcast intern, Ayesha Sawnani, a PT student interested in residency. From logistics of applying to tips on knowing what to look for in a residency, this is the perfect listen for prospective residents as you start your search!  If you are listening around our publishing date in 2025 and are interested in the Virtual Residency Fair on November 12th, click here to sign up!  For questions about this podcast, please contact neuroddsig@gmail.com or Residencyfellowshipsig@gmail.com   Show notes available here  

DescriptionPastor Wayman Mitchell calls believers back to the Pentecostal power that transforms lives and sends churches. The kingdom advances in three concentric circles:Personal — Obey your God-appointed “sphere.” Transformation beats information.Church — Discipleship and church planting over megachurch optics. Unity multiplies impact.Fellowship / Nations — “Regions beyond” still wait. Obedience enlarges faith.Highlights include the “confessing 2,000” anecdote, synergy in small churches that plant, Abraham's costly obedience, a 66-year-old pioneer's letter from Nepal with healings, and a stirring call to plant churches now.Key Scriptures: 2 Cor 10; Eph 1:17; 2 Pet 3:18; 1 Cor 14; Eph 3:20; Zech 4:10; Ps 133.Chapters00:00 — Wayman Wednesday intro00:38 — Theme: “Extending the Kingdom” (2 Corinthians 10)01:40 — Pentecostal identity and dependence on the Spirit03:55 — Information vs transformation05:35 — Your “sphere” and personal obedience07:35 — Grow in grace and spiritual gifts09:30 — Power working in you beyond limitations10:40 — Church dimension vs megachurch mentality11:35 — The “confessing 2,000” story13:25 — Synergism: enlarged by each other15:05 — Despising the day of small things16:35 — Impact teams and unity that brings blessing18:45 — Together we make a big footprint19:20 — Fellowship dimension: regions beyond20:05 — Abraham leaves to gain what he never had21:20 — Lost years when family outranks calling22:20 — “If we don't plant, we failed conference”22:50 — “Too old to pioneer?” Nepal letter and miracles25:55 — Decisions shape destiny26:55 — Paul's missionary road and regions beyond28:10 — The people who are waiting30:15 — China and India: massive harvest fields31:05 — Enlarged when your faith obeys32:35 — China cities list and open doors34:20 — Call to obey: extend the kingdomShow NotesALL PROCEEDS GO TO WORLD EVANGELISMLocate a CFM Church near you: https://cfmmap.orgWe need five-star reviews! Tell the world what you think about this podcast at: • Apple Podcasts: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://apple.co/3vy1s5b • Podchaser: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.podchaser.com/podcasts/taking-the-land-cfm-sermon-pod-43369v

In today's HMS Fellowship Luncheon, guest worship leader and National Recording Artist Mack Brock leads the luncheon in worship.  Also employee Zach Sink speaks an encouraging word to us all.  Enjoy the message!

In today's HMS Fellowship Luncheon, guest worship leader and National Recording Artist Mack Brock leads the luncheon in worship.  Also employee Zach Sink speaks an encouraging word to us all.  Enjoy the message and Congratulations HMS on another Nascar Cup Championship!

This week on Sermon Spotlight, Mark Francis, Abby Linaburg, and Caleb Pearson dive into the theme of finding encouragement in discouragement—a tension every believer knows well. Through Scripture and open conversation, the hosts reflect on how God meets us in hard moments, reshaping our perspective and dependency on Him.Listen to the sermon we're talking about: fbcva.org/current-sermon-series or fbcva.org/podcastsBe a part of the conversation by submitting your thoughts and questions: fbcva.org/sermon-spotlight-podcastWatch this episode and subscribe on YouTube:  @fellowshipbiblechurchvaFind out more about Fellowship Bible Church: fbcva.orgSubscribe to emails from Fellowship: fbcva.org/subscribeEngage with us:Facebook: facebook.com/groups/fellowshipfamInstagram: instagram.com/fellowshipbiblechurch/   #SermonSpotlight #Transfiguration #BibleStudy #ChristianPodcast #FaithInAction #ListenToJesus #BiblicalWorldview #Scripture #JesusChrist #ChristianCommunity #ChurchPodcast #FaithJourney #GrowInFaith

Send us a textThis week I'm off to India to talk to the Rotary Environmental Fellowship. We are talking about two sides of pollution we don't think about all that much,light and noise pollution.Join us!Support the showJoin me as I talk to those "amazing people turning their Actions 2 Impact all over the world. #BE THE CHANGE

A Shadow Rises! Kritfayle's New One Ring TTRPG Campaign - Episode 1!Journey into the heart of Middle-earth! Kritfayle is embarking on an epic new actual play campaign using The One Ring Roleplaying Game by Free League Publishing.What is The One Ring RPG? This game is designed to capture the feel of J.R.R. Tolkien's world, exploration, the return of evil, and the heroic deeds of the characters trying to hold their own. Sit back, relax, and join the Fellowship! or our Patreon ;) like, comment and subscribe. Soundfx by Fantasy + and Syrinscape.comhttps://syrinscape.com/attributions/?id=17&id=8632&id=102935#TheOneRingRPG #TTRPG #ActualPlay #LordOfTheRings #MiddleEarth #Tolkien #FreeLeaguePublishing #TORRPG #RoleplayingGame #FantasyRPG #Kritfayle #ActualPlayPodcast #TabletopRPG #CritFail #Fellowship #NewCampaign #LotR

November 4, 2025:  The traditional systems of education, work, and performance are being upended. Across industries, new signals are emerging that point to a radically different future of work: Palantir's "Meritocracy Fellowship" gives high school graduates a paid, fast-track alternative to college. Microsoft's latest Work Trend Index reveals that the 9-to-5 is dead as the "infinite workday" expands. KPMG is replacing entry-level consulting work with teams of AI agents, redefining what early careers look like. Michael Burry is betting against Palantir and Nvidia, calling out an overheated AI market. The Wall Street Journal traces the century-long evolution of performance reviews—and why AI won't fix them without trust. These stories illustrate how technology, talent pipelines, and performance systems are converging to reshape how people learn, work, and grow.

Jason and Ben kick off a new sermon series talking about how we can attain true Joy and the role that fellowship plays.

In Ready to Follow, Pastor DaVon challenges you to be flexible, go with the flow, and trust God's lead. Using Romans 8:14 and Luke 9:57–62, he demonstrates that growing in faith means following God—even when it disrupts your plans or comfort zone. When you pay attention to the Holy Spirit, God will guide you, step by step, along the best path for your life.

Event Objectives:Review the need for a Pediatric Emergency and Critical Care (PECC) fellowship in low-resource settings.Discuss the challenges, opportunities, and lessons learned in developing a PECC fellowship in resource-limited environments.Explore the role of international collaboration in the success and sustainability of PECC fellowship programs.Claim CME Credit Here!

Dr. Kathryn (Katie) Whitehead is an Assistant Professor in Chemical Engineering at Carnegie Mellon University where she also holds a courtesy appointment in Biomedical Engineering. Katie received her bachelor's degree in chemical engineering from the University of Delaware and her PhD in chemical engineering from the University of California, Santa Barbara. Afterwards, she conducted postdoctoral research in the Koch Institute for Integrative Cancer Research at MIT. Katie has received numerous awards and honors, including the DARPA Young Faculty Award, the DARPA Director's Fellowship, the Controlled Release Society Capsugel/Pfizer Oral Drug Delivery Award, the Diabetes Technology Society Peterson Research Award, a UC Graduate Research and Education in Adaptive Biotechnology Fellowship, an NIH Ruth Kirschstein National Research Service Award Fellowship, the Kun Li Award for Excellence in Education, the Popular Science Brilliant 10 Award, and very recently the 2018 National Institutes of Health (NIH) Director's New Innovator Award. She has also been named an MIT Technology Review Innovator Under 35 and the 2016 Young Innovator Award from Cellular and Molecular Bioengineering (CMBE). In our interview, Katie speaks more about her experiences in life and science.

Join us for the live recording of our Land of Israel Fellowship, featuring Jeremy Gimpel, Ari Abramowitz, and Tehila Gimpel. In this episode, we dive into Parsha Lech Lecha, exploring its timeless lessons and how they resonate in our lives today both in Israel and around the world. Tehila Gimpel shares powerful insights on Abraham and Sarah, focusing on relationships and the wisdom we can apply in our own connections. Tune in for an inspiring discussion that connects Torah, faith, and modern life. Study Torah. Stand with Israel. Strengthen your faith. Join the Land of Israel Fellowship — a global online community connecting hearts to the Land and the Word of God.

In this impactful episode of the Fellowship of Kingdom Professionals Podcast, Bishop Michael A. Blue unpacks a powerful biblical leadership lesson from the lives of Moses and Joshua. Discover how God models healthy succession, spiritual mentorship, and shared leadership authority through the principle of shared credibility. Drawing from Numbers 27 and Joshua 1–3, this teaching explores how Moses, near the end of his assignment, does not cling to power; he empowers and endorses Joshua, demonstrating humility, Kingdom legacy, and leadership development through discipleship. Learn the difference between delegated credibility and earned credibility and how God uses private confirmation and public validation to elevate new leaders. New podcast episodes are available every Monday wherever you listen to podcasts. Stay connected to all things Fellowship of Kingdom Professionals and connect to other Kingdom Professionals by joining our Facebook Group, https://www.facebook.com/groups/MABlueFKP To bring FKP to your locale, ministry, school, business, etc., or to learn more, contact us by email,  FKProfessionals@gmail.com.

Our Resurrectional RealityJoin us this weekend as we welcome our Youth Pastor, Jake Curtis, who will be sharing from the book of Colossians during our services.

En este episodio contamos con nuestro invitado especial el Dr. Carlos Iván Salazar Cerda, Neuropediatra-Neonatal. El Dr. Salazar Cerda realizó la especialidad de Pediatría en el Hospital Infantil de Tamaulipas, y la sub-especialidad de Neurología Pediátrica en el Tecnológico de Monterrey. Posteriormente, completó el Fellowship clínico de Neurología Neonatal en el Sick Kids Hospital, en Toronto, Canada, seguido del Fellowship de Epilepsia en esa misma institución, ambas bajo el aval de la Universidad de Toronto. Está certificado para la interpretación de electroencefalograma, EEG Neonatal y Pediátrico por la Sociedad Canadiense de Neurofisiologia Clinica. Actualmente forma parte del comité para Latinoamérica de la Newborn Brain Society, de la Comisión de Ultrasonido de la Federación de Neonatología de Mexico, y es jefe de servicio de Neurología Pediátrica del Hospital Angeles Valle Oriente en Monterrey, N.L.En este episodio, exploramos distintas perspectivas acerca de la encefalopatía hipóxico isquémica desde la experiencia de un neuropediatra neonatal.¡No te pierdas de esta conversación! Bienvenidos a La Incubadora: una conversación sobre neonatología y medicina basada en evidencia. Nuestros episodios ofrecen la dosis ideal (en mg/kg) de los más recientes avances para el neonato y para las increíbles personas que forman parte de la medicina neonatal.Soy tu host, Maria Flores Cordova, MD.Este podcast está presentado por los médicos neonatólogos Dani de Luis Rosell, Elena Itriago, Carolina Michel y Juliana Castellanos.No dudes en enviarnos preguntas, comentarios o sugerencias a nuestro correo electrónico: nicupodcast@gmail.comSíguenos en nuestras redes:Twitter: @incubadorapodInstagram: @laincubadorapodcastCreado originalmente por Ben Courchia MD y Daphna Yasova Barbeau MD http://www.the-incubator.org  Bienvenidos a La Incubadora: una conversación sobre neonatología y medicina basada en evidencia. Nuestros episodios ofrecen la dosis ideal (en mg/kg) de los más recientes avances para el neonato y para las increíbles personas que forman parte de la medicina neonatal. Soy tu host, Maria Flores Cordova, MD. Este podcast está presentado por los médicos neonatólogos Dani de Luis Rosell, Elena Itriago, Carolina Michel y Juliana Castellanos. No dudes en enviarnos preguntas, comentarios o sugerencias a nuestro correo electrónico: nicupodcast@gmail.comSíguenos en nuestras redes:Twitter: @incubadorapodInstagram: @laincubadorapodcast Creado originalmente por Ben Courchia MD y Daphna Yasova Barbeau MD http://www.the-incubator.org

Vayiqra 3 — The Law of Peace: When Fellowship Becomes FireTeacher: Kerry Battle | Ahava~Love AssemblyThe shalam offering of Leviticus 3 is the peace offering — not for sin, but for communion. This is where fellowship becomes flame — where the altar becomes the table, and the table becomes the meeting place between Yahuah and His people.This teaching unveils nine gates of divine order, revealing how true peace flows only through purity, obedience, and covenant alignment.Chapters / Timestamps:0:00 – Introduction — The Order of Fellowship2:48 – Gate 1: Peace Is the Fruit of Order6:10 – Gate 2: Fellowship Begins with Fire10:05 – Gate 3: The Portion of the Priest13:30 – Gate 4: The Fat Belongs to Yahuah17:00 – Gate 5: Peace Has Boundaries20:20 – Gate 6: Peace Requires Purity24:00 – Gate 7: Peace Without Obedience = False Fire28:15 – Gate 8: Fruit of the Ruach — Contentment32:40 – Gate 9: Final Heart Check & Prophetic Bridge

You were never meant to walk this journey alone.

In light of all that God has done for us, how should we live as Christians? The book of Ephesians unpacks the riches of God's grace in Christ. We've been challenged to walk in a manner worthy of our calling. Paul summarizes that walk in the conclusion of this letter.

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"His Presence In Our Fellowship" | Jeremy Pearsons by Jeremy & Sarah Pearsons

The Fellowship is pleased to present our discussion of the 1990 TV film Jekyll & Hyde, wrapping up Horror Month. Michael Caine and Cheryl Ladd - what could possibly go wrong? Plus our usual crazy talk, geek news, and tangents

This week Pastor Michael continues our "Marked" series teaching about being Marked by Fellowship and Friendship.  We also had the opportunity to honor Pastor Val and Pastor Michael for Pastor Appreciation, and celebrate Commitment Sunday by turning in our building pledge cards and prayer blocks.  Romans 12:1-2, Ecclesiastes 4:9-10 

This discussion focused on the believer's secure position in Christ and the joy that flows from understanding God's finished work. We reflected on reconciliation and justification as complete realities—not goals to reach but gifts already received. Through Romans 5 and John 10, we explored what it means to “enter in” through the Door, where Christ Himself keeps us. Once we enter by faith, we do not leave His presence—wherever we go, He goes with us. The teaching emphasized the difference between our unchanging position in Christ and our daily experience, reminding us that even when we stumble, the Holy Spirit remains present to guide and restore us. Joy in God, freedom from fear, and confidence in His unbreakable fellowship define the life of those who have truly “gone in.”Romans 5:1–11, joy in God; finished reconciliation/justification Romans 7:22, delight in God's law in the inward man 2 Corinthians 4:16, inner man renewed Psalm 16:8, 11, set the Lord before us; fullness of joy Psalm 37:4, delight in the Lord; desires shaped by Christ John 10:8–11, the Door and Good Shepherd; abundant life Philippians 4:13, “I can” through Christ Ephesians 4:29–30, words from grace; do not grieve the Spirit Hebrews 13:5, never leave nor forsake (triple emphasis) Psalm 139:7–12, God with us in every depth 1 John 2:1–2, advocacy and provision when we sin.ThemesFinished, not ongoing: reconciliation and justification are settled facts in Christ.Joy shared: we “delight” with God in what satisfies Him about His Son.Entered through the Door: once we go in, wherever we go, He goes with us.Thief vs. Shepherd: any thought placed ahead of Christ is a thief/robber.Position vs. experience: struggle happens in the flesh, not in who we are.Don't grieve the Spirit: He longs to show us the things of Christ.Trust equals rest: “I can” because He is with us.Fellowship builds us: each joint supplies encouragement and perspective.What We LearnedGod's joy in His Son is the source and stability of our joy in Him.Our desires are transformed as we delight in the Lord—not by striving.Experiential ups and downs don't alter our position; they invite deeper fellowship.Corrupt communication starts with corrupt thoughts; grace speech edifies.The Spirit's grief is our missed experience of love already secured for us.We never face “out there” alone; He never leaves nor forsakes us.

God calls us to move from fear to faith. Perfect love casts out fear and leads us to “enter in” to His promises today—not someday.Key Scriptures (quick notes)Deuteronomy 1:6–8 — Break camp; go take possessionDeuteronomy 1:17–18 — Do not fear people; judgment is God'sNumbers 13–14 — Giants vs. faith; Joshua and Caleb believeProverbs 29:25 — Fear of man is a snare1 John 4:18 — Perfect love casts out fear2 Timothy 1:7 — God did not give a spirit of fear2 Corinthians 10:4–5 — Pull down strongholds; cast down false reasoningsEphesians 6:12 — Our wrestle is not against blood and fleshIsaiah 6:1–5 — From horizontal to vertical visionEzekiel 28:15–19 — Lucifer's fall; the start of two willsJohn 1:3; Colossians 1:16 — Christ the CreatorZephaniah 3:17 — The Father rests in His loveRevelation 3:20 — Fellowship: He stands and knocksMatthew 11:28–30 — Take My yoke; find restHebrews 4:1–10 — Enter His restPsalm 103:12; Romans 6:1–6 — Sins removed; old self crucifiedPhilippians 2:12–13 — Work out what God works in1 Peter 5:7 — Cast all care on HimZechariah 4:10 — Do not despise small thingsJob 36:7 — His eye never leaves the righteousThemes“You've stayed long enough—break camp and advance.”Leadership under pressure: judge without partiality; do not fear people.The real fight is with fear-fed reasoning, not “giants.”Two wills, two forces: fear or love; we cannot serve two masters.Perfect love actively expels fear as we submit our will.Entering promises brings new battles—and deeper rest.Fellowship restores perspective: from horizontal worry to vertical worship.God never violates our will; He waits to “grace us out” when we cry, “Help!”What We LearnedFear is a spirit that snares; love is God's active energy that frees.Strongholds form where our will won't submit; truth pulls them down.Rest = transferring our full weight to Christ (like sitting without clenching).Joshua and Caleb model faith that sees promises bigger than giants.Chastening is loving correction, not payback; Calvary settled the debt.Discussion StartersWhere have we believed “giants” more than God's promises?What does “taking His yoke” look like in our schedule this week?Which stronghold thought keeps circling, and what truth replaces it?

Guard The Gospel(2 Timothy 1:1-18)Protect, through the Holy Spirit who dwells in us,the treasure which has been entrusted to you. (1:14) NASBFor the bulletin in PDF form, click here. Message SlidesPaul's Career After Acts - StottTimothy's Long Connection to Paul - StottSuffer, Visit, Prerach - SwindollHow to Strengthen Resolve - SwindollYou Can Take These Treasures With You - SwindollThe People (1:1-7): God weaves generational faith into the fabric of His story.Paul: the Apostle (1:1)Timothy: the Son in the Faith (1:2-7)Blessing (1:2)Partnership (1:3-4)Heritage (1:5)Challenge (1:6-7)The Gospel of God (1:8-10): The gracious good news of life in Jesus Christ is powerful.A Gospel of Power—worthy of suffering (1:8)A Gospel of Grace—unearned by deeds (1:8-10)A Gospel of Jesus Christ—always and forever (1:9-10)A Gospel of Victory—abolishing death; bringing life (1:10)The Responsibility to Guard the Gospel (1:11-18): The gospel is trustworthy and must be protected.A Gospel to be Proclaimed, Represented, and Taught (1:11)A Gospel that Provides Confidence and Security (1:12)A Gospel to be Guarded and Passed on (1:13-14) φυλάσσω (1:12, 14) to guard, protect, care for, keep safeA Gospel Worthy of Partnership (1:15-18)God designed the church to boldly proclaimand faithfully protect the life-transforming and Christ-centered gospel of grace—no matter the cost.Home Church QuestionsThe People (1:1–7)Who has poured into you (like Paul) and who are you investing in?How has your spiritual heritage shaped your faith journey?Paul urges Timothy to “fan into flame” the gift of God. What practices help you keep your faith vibrant rather than stagnant?What does it mean that “God has not given us a spirit of fear”?The Gospel (1:8–10)How would you describe the “grace” of the gospel in your words (v.9)?What suffering might believers face today for standing firm in truth?Highlight and discuss the repeated words in this passage.The Responsibility (1:10–18)Work as a group to create a meaningful paraphrase of verse 12.What does it mean to “guard the good deposit” (v.14)? What does that look like for the church today—doctrinally, morally, and missionally?Pray for the Unreached: The Axe in ChinaThe Axi of southern China live under spiritual strongholds rooted in fear of demons and a need to appease them through sacrifices and rituals. Early missionaries once reached some, but most Axi have never heard of the true freedom found in Christ. Pray that the power of Jesus would break strongholds & they would know the one true God who casts out fear.FinancesWeekly Budget 34,615Giving For 10/19 49,938Giving For 10/26 38,172YTD Budget 588,462Giving 535,156 OVER/(UNDER) (53,306) The 2025 Operation Christmas Child Details!• Shop Smart, Pack More - Visit The GO Store in Downtown Conway for approved shoebox items at a fraction of retail cost — you may be able to pack 2 or 3 boxes for the price of 1! Be sure to bring your boxes back to Fellowship during collection week! • Build a Shoebox Online - Share God's love without leaving home! In just a few clicks, you can choose toys, hygiene items, and school supplies, add a note and photo, and send joy to a child in need. • Serve During Collection Week - We need MANY volunteers for National Collection Week, November 17–24. For more information or to sign up, go to fellowshipconway.org/occNew to Fellowship?We are so glad that you chose to worship with our Fellowship Family this morning. If you are joining us for the first time or have been checking us out for a few weeks, we are excited you are here and would love to meet you. Please fill out the “Connect Card” and bring it to the Connection Center in the Atrium, we would love to say “hi” and give you a gift. How to Study Your bible - Led by Chris MooreGo deeper in God's Word - Learn how to study Scripture for yourself! Join us for Part 3 of “How to Study Your Bible” beginning November 16 - November 30, 9:00 a.m., and gain tools to understand, engage with, and live out God's Word. Sign up at fellowshipconway.org/equipping. Let's Make a Difference Together!Fellowship is deepening our connection with Theodore Jones Elementary—where one of our Home Churches has already been building meaningful relationships with students and families. This fall, we have an amazing opportunity to serve and show the love of Christ right here in our community by providing, packing, and delivering Thanksgiving boxes to families in need. Get all the details and sign up at fellowshipconway.org/register.Feed the Need is Happening Today!Join us at the Walmart Neighborhood Market on Prince St. with your food donations. You can scan and get your list of needed items at the Connection Center or grab one at the store when you arrive. This is our chance to come together as a community, take action, and make a real impact — let's Feed the Need! Join a Home ChurchHome Church small groups are about building a deep community where we are transformed into the image of Christ and serve a broken world for the sake of the gospel. If you are not in a Home Church, we encourage you go to fellowshipconway.org/homechurch or stop by the Connection table in the Atrium.Fellowship 101New to Fellowship? We'd love to meet you! Join us Sunday, November 9, at 9 AM in the first-floor conference room for a relaxed, welcoming time to hear our story—our mission, our values, and the ministries that make Fellowship home. You'll connect with ministry leaders, ask questions, and see how you can get involved. Take your next step into the Fellowship family—register at fellowshipconway.org/regsiter. We can't wait to welcome you! Fellowship Men's Breakfast Join us on Wednesday, November 12, at 6:00 a.m. in the Fellowship Atrium for a great morning of food, fellowship, and encouragement. No sign-up is required—just bring your Bible and come ready to enjoy breakfast, connect with other men, and start your day with prayer and Biblical insight. Questions? Contact Michael at mharrison@fellowshipconway.org.

God’s people are those who refuse to be lured into slumber by the seductive lullabies of this world.

This is the kickoff sermon for our capital campaign called Build Up. Why are we doing this? We explore the way that ancient Israel gathered materials for the Temple and apply that to our own time of raising money for the renovation of the Ministry Center.

The work of the Holy Spirit through the gospel results in a church that is learning, loving, worshipping, and evangelizing.

This week I'm in conversation with the spirited Avantika Thapa. She was part of the first cohort of the Coexistence Fellowship, and went through the programme with her partner, Chandra Maya Sharma. Avantika hails from the hills of Darjeeling and has been knowingly and unknowingly linked with nature from a young age. Serendipity and more kind humans along the way helped her find her footing, and she then went on to pursue a PhD and this Fellowship to better study the people and wildlife of the eastern himalayas. Both she and Chandra Maya noted the disparity between the stories they grew up hearing and the realities they now lived among. Avantika is an enthusiastic do-er, and has since not let go of any opportunities to give back to the communities she works with. She has used her voice well in these years and is now a post doctoral consultant with ATREE, based out of Gangtok in Sikkim. Hers is truly an inspiring and motivating story, and I hope like me, you feel a bubbling burning urge to do your bit to make a difference in this world after listening to this episode.The Coexistence Fellowship thanks the University of Trans-Disciplinary Health Sciences and Technology (TDU) for creating a home for the Coexistence Fellowship Programme, and the British Asian Trust and Elephant Family for their generous support, also to the Coexistence Consortium for their guidance as their knowledge partner.

To be continued in part 23, By FinalStand for Literotica. Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 23 Zane Spars with the minds of the Faculty In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels. "You are quite the James T. Kirk in this Undiscovered Country of Freedom Fellowship University," Doctor Scarlett eventually spoke up. I didn't know who that was but I had a feeling it wasn't a modern Christian author. "Who?" I asked. Doctor Scarlett blinked. "James T. Kirk, Captain of the Starship Enterprise, from Star Trek," she seemed confused that I didn't know who this guy was. "Wait, you mean that bald guy? I thought he was named something else," I wondered. "That's Jean Luc Picard, who was the captain in the second series called Star Trek: The Next Generation," she corrected me. It was somewhat amazing to me that the Vice Chancellor was a science fiction buff. Who knew? "Oh, wait, you mean that guy that Chris Pine plays?" I thought I figured it out. "Thank you; he is kind of hot." "No," she corrected, "that is the new series of movies, but it is the same character." I nodded as the pieces slowly came together. "Ah, the Green Orion Slave Girl," I finally clued in, "and that black babe who later showed up on Heroes." Sensing Doctor Scarlett's exasperation I added, "I remember ladies better than I do men." "Obviously," she noted. "I did not call you to my office to discuss trivia, Mr. Braxton, " "Please, call me Zane," I interrupted then, "and I apologize for interrupting. May I call you Victoria?" "Doctor Scarlett will do," she shook her head. "As I was saying, I asked you here to discuss your integration into this school so that we can avoid some of the problems experienced in the past." I looked at her; she looked back, expecting me to say something, but I didn't. "As the sole eligible male on campus, what do you see as your role here?" she pressed on. "Uhmm, Doctor Scarlett, I am a student here, that is my role. Are you implying that I'm looking for something special because I am a guy?" I questioned. "Mr. Braxton, Zane, you are a guy, you have remodeled your personal quarters into a bordello, and there is evidence of you having sexual relations with multiple female students," she responded. "How is that not 'something special'?" "The administration stuck me in the attic, then told me I could set up my room any way I saw fit," I clarified. "The vast majority of my room is set aside for my fellow freshmen to have a place to unwind and relax." "I've never violated any girl's Purity Pledge, though a few have reconsidered it after meeting me," I admitted. "I've been in a few fights, I'm not proud of that. I did as much as I could do to resist Chancellor Bazz, I am proud of that. What she was doing was ten shades of wrong and I don't run away from a righteous fight." "Zane, I am not condemning you for defending the women in your life, nor for having a healthy libido," Doctor Scarlett stunned me with a lack of blame being tossed my way. I worked that over in my mind until I figured out what was going on. "So, do you have any recommendations on what I could do differently to fit in?" I inquired. The problem was, this wasn't about me fitting in. She wasn't lauding my sexuality and she was trying to throw me off-center by the little annoying phone call game, followed by this sympathetic interpretation of my school life to date. I knew she wanted to manipulate me but I didn't know why. I had to get her to tip me her hand so I could figure out what the game was. "Are you familiar with the concept of Christian Female Tribalism?" Scarlett opened. "I get the feeling it has something to do with the six framed articles from non-Christian magazines hanging on your wall," I noted. "Also, you are clearly the darling of the Christian media," I added, as I tallied up the dozen other articles attesting to her fame. "I haven't dedicated my life's work for the sake of popularity," Doctor Scarlett smiled (sure, right). "I am looking into the relationship between Jesus Christ's teachings, men and women. My research has led me to believe that women exist in a more spiritually pure form when solely in the company of other women." "Where do men fit into this picture?" I questioned. "Men provide the ultimate guidance, of course, as well as their roles in procreation and raising male children past the age of eleven," Doctor Scarlett related. "Women are happiest and most effective when they form their own networks and hierarchies." "You don't date much, do you?" I had to ask. "Mr. Braxton, I have lived a chaste life in pursuit of my studies," she answered. "Outside of your father, Victoria, have you ever lived under a man's guidance?" I wondered. It was a calculated move to use her Christian name. "It is Ms. Scarlett, Zane, and I have relied on a variety of pastors for spiritual guidance over the years," she stated. "Okay," I stood up, "we have nothing to discuss then." She didn't yell at me as I headed for the door. "You've never been in love and I can tell you have a poor estimation of romance." "You would be incorrect, Zane; I have been in love but I chose purity over sinfulness," she countered. "My faith is based on God being love, without reservation, restriction, or guilt. I know exactly where you are coming from," I said with my hand on the doorknob as I looked over my shoulder. "You are seeking validation for the mistakes you've made over your lifespan and you are willing to sacrifice the young ladies at the school." I was getting angry. "I was hoping for something better but it seems like a different conductor but the same old music, Doc." "That is not so," Doctor Scarlett stayed calm. "I am not attempting to drive you or any other student off campus. I am not your enemy." "That is simple enough to resolve," I nodded. "What is your perfect women's society view and response to promiscuity?" "Lust is a sin; women should resist sin as vigorously as men," she countered. "The seven deadly sins are Catholic, not the words of Jesus," I grinned. "In fact, the first list wasn't even created until the 4th century after Christ." "That does not make them any less valid," Doctor Scarlett offered. "What is the cut-off date for Bible legitimacy?" I turned and faced her. "1000 Ace? Today, here, and now? Who is to say I can't create new scripture, then?" "I apologize, Zane," she mused, "but you hardly seem to be someone touched by the hand of God with a gift of prophecy." "Do I have to lay on hands to prove it?" I beamed. I had finally been able to interject sexual innuendo into the conversation. She didn't respond like a damn normal person, no. Doctor Scarlett stood up, walked around her desk and came to a stop barely a foot from me. I am not so easily deterred. I leaned into the doctor until my nose was at the crux of her neck and shoulder. I used my cheek to push her hair aside and sniff my way up to her ear. She was really ironclad in her control of her passions. I trailed my nose up to her eyebrow ridge, circled over the forehead, down past the other eye, and over to her lips. We didn't kiss but I did get what I wanted. "How about I call you Victoria when we are alone?" I tested her. "No; call me Ms./Dr./Vice-Chancellor Scarlett," she corrected. "You are my student." "Cool," I shrugged. "Is there anything more for us to discuss?" "I would like to discuss my plans for this school and the role I think you can take on," Scarlett persisted. "We've had that discussion, I chose a messy democracy over any sweet-smelling dictatorial existence," I declared. "Your belief system stands for the denial of self-determination." "It does not, Zane. If anything, it gives women more power over their lives," she explained. "But the basis for your system retains men in charge, with the added 'benefit' of women being more removed from the critical decision-making processes," I replied patiently. "Don't you enjoy being in charge of so many women here at FFU, Zane? You have certainly convinced dozens of women to do what you want, even to their own detriment," Doctor Scarlett drove her point home. I laughed; I couldn't help myself. "I might enjoy being in charge if any of the women would give me the opportunity, Victoria. Honestly, I allow the women here to safely experiment with their sexually," I explained. "Thing is, I really don't mind because I help these ladies become more comfortable in their skins, with their desires, and allow them to share things they have discovered about themselves. If I was with only one woman, what peer could she talk to? You've put your blinders on to the fact that women want to examine those urges they all have," I proposed. "They don't surrender to lust; they acknowledge it, explore those frontiers, and then decide how to use that knowledge," I continued. "Most of the women in my life here don't lose their virginity. I think by challenging their Purity Pledge, they become stronger in their convictions. I'm not taking any choice from them; they are exercising their own will concerning their bodies." "If you deny the male role in the Christian relationship, doesn't that emasculate you?" Victoria asked, and I noticed she didn't chastise me for using her first name this time. "I'm not going to fall into the trap of mistaking sexual activity for true masculine activity," I headed her off. "I would like to think I mediate disputes, help with our studies, and protect them physically if needed. I don't like to fight, but I will fight to defend my ladies. So no, I don't feel less of a man because I listen to, occasionally obey, and always try to respect women." "I see your point, Zane, and I will give it some consideration," Doctor Scarlett lied to me. "Oh, wow, that condescension was unwarranted, Doc," I shook my head. "You would never accept that I could be the man who would alter your lifelong path. You have an unrealistic expectation of what that man would be like but it allows you to pursue your goal without male guidance and still be a good Christian woman." "So now you think I am a hypocrite?" She gave a patient smile. "Nope. I think you believe the theory you are selling, Vic. You are clever, attractive, but somewhat annoyed that your looks give your ideas less credence though you still use your looks when needed. You are manipulative because you are sincere and you want to keep the argument based on rational discourse, not passion." "That would make you my opposite," she observed. "You embrace your gut instincts and allow your emotions to override what you think is the safe course of action. It is a pity you perceive me to be your enemy; I thought we could do great things together." "You are the enemy, but you are not the bad guy; I respect those who have faith, even if it is faith in something I don't agree with," I pointed out. "You believe women are better off without male interference in their lives. I believe there is nothing better in Creation than a man and woman in harmony with one another," I stated. "Don't you believe in safeguarding these young ladies' souls?" Victoria pressed on. "If the ladies were children I could understand your interference," I countered, "but they are adults, capable of making adult decisions, and you do them a disservice by stealing their destinies from them." "You see yourself as a better alternative?" she remained serenely calm, that's so hot. "Lady, my life is a mess," I grinned. "I have a hard time figuring out what I'm going to do much less what I should tell someone else to do." "But you are making the decision that my solution is the wrong one. How do you justify that?" she countered my grin with a smile of her own. "Just because I don't have the right answer doesn't mean I don't recognize the wrong one when I see it," I reposted. "As I said earlier, we have nothing to discuss." "Very well," she allowed, "but please tell me what the whole sniffing thing was about." "It was more than sniffing, Doctor Scarlett. I was looking for your pulse reaction, sweat, what kind of perfume and body soap you use, as well as facial tics and eye dilation." "That is certainly odd," she pointed out. "Well, it tells me you are a mid-thirties virgin who likes feminine things. Your skirt is finely woven wool, your shirt is silk, and your cross is 24 K, as is the necklace, with a real ruby inset. Your bra is a black half-cup, which is very nice if you are wearing a white shirt. Lastly, you are wearing stockings, not pantyhose." "Since neither you nor Ms. Reveal is a lesbian, you are wearing these clothes for your own enjoyment because you are not interested in any man right now," I told her. "You are still holding out for your Mystery Man which is oddly romantic for someone who denies romance." "Ms. Buchanan was right," Scarlett laughed softly. "You would be interesting to deal with." Right as I made ready to ask her what exactly Christina said, my stomach began rumbling. "I'm off to lunch unless you need me for anything right now," I sighed. Victoria turned me around and directed me out the door. Rio, Mercy and Vivian were waiting for me. It rapidly became clear that Rio was Doctor Scarlett's next appointment. "Ms. Reveal," I inquired of Doctor Scarlett's assistant who glared in response. "I'm heading off to the dining hall, and since I doubt you've been able to grab a bite to eat, do you want me to pick up something for you and the doctor?" I doubted that was what she expected. She typed away at her keyboard for a few second, checking out today's menu. "Mr. Braxton, could you get me the Caesar Salad and Doctor Scarlett the trout?" she said. "Zane," Rio snickered softly, "how far did you get? I'd hate to have to sex her up all over again when I can go straight for the main dish." "Smooth, Bro," I groaned while Marisol looked like she was going to staple Rio's ear to the desk. "The Doctor and I talked and that is all," I cautioned Rio. "I suggest you do the same and keep it simple." Rio snorted and followed Doctor Scarlett into her office. Before she dropped out of sight, Rio half-turned, pointed at Victoria's ass, and mouthed 'Wow' and made out the hourglass curves. She was really subtle; only Mercy, Vivian, Marisol and I saw it, which meant all of us. "Mercy, are you going to be okay?" I inquired once the door shut and Mercy had sat down on the bench outside the office. "I need to stay for Rio," Mercy sighed. "Vivian, can you wait for Rio while Mercy and I take a walk?" I asked my guardian. "Absolutely, Zane," Vivian nodded. She took a seat while Mercy followed me wordlessly out the door. "You don't have to do this, Zane," Mercy spoke up after a while. "Own up to all you do, Mercy," I replied, "and by that, I mean I brought you and Rio into a collision course so I am as responsible for your happiness as I am for Rio's." "I, umm, thank you," Mercy worked out the words. "Rio can be too much to handle at times." "Yes," I wrapped a very inappropriate arm around her shoulder, "she can be, but I feel she's worth putting up with the bull crap. Don't be discouraged by her fooling around with other women, or men; Rio is far more loyal than people give her credit for. She may do things to piss you off, that's a given, but she wants to be with you. In fact, who do you believe she was thinking of when she bought that ass plug?" "You?" she meekly mocked me. "Ha, ha, ha," I chuckled. "That is the reason I don't sleep on my stomach these days, Mercy. She plays rough. She loves rough too, so I feel it is an adequate trade-off. If you want to snuggle with someone else from time to time, you are welcome on my pillow any night." "Zane, do you think I'm a lesbian? What I am trying to say is, I think I may be a lesbian but I'm not sure," Mercy confided in me. "It doesn't matter what I think but in my experience, you are bi-sexual, not a dedicated lesbian. That could mean that you like relationships with girls but the occasional fling with a guy," I said. "You have had sex with me and I know you enjoyed it. You are not in an environment that allows many men so now that you are coming into your sexuality, you are confronted by women. Sexual orientation is one thing; sexual preference is another," I went on to say, "At Spring Break we should put your ideas to the test. Until then, don't worry too much about it." "Not being a virgin would be horrible enough," Mercy related. "If my parents thought I was homosexual, they would die, or kill me." "Mercy, do you think what you are doing is sinful?" I questioned. Mercy had to think about that for a while. We gathered up three trays and made our way back to the Vice Chancellor's office. "Yes, yes, I do, Zane," Mercy muttered. "I am afraid I'm going to Hell." "Mercy, you are not going to hell, at least not for what you've been doing the past few weeks," I comforted her. "Think about the good you've done for Rio." "I am still steeped in perversions," she moped. "Trust me on this; the battle between Heaven and Hell will not be decided by the playful use of a dildo, ass plug, or vibrator," I whispered into her ear. Mercy rewarded me with a wicked little smile. "What matters is the happiness you bring, the trust you earn, and the powerless you protect. Don't knock yourself out because you too are feeling pleasure." Mercy stopped walking which brought me up short. She worried her lower lip as she worked some things out in her head. "Do you think I'm really Rio's best hope at salvation?" she asked softly. "You more than anyone else," I responded. I could see a weight lifting off her shoulders. "Thank you, Zane," she smiled at me. We entered the Administration building and headed for the Vice-Chancellor's office. "I'm going to have to tell Rio about his conversation," I told her. Mercy looked uncertain. "Someone deserves a spanking, don't you think?" That wonderful little lusty smile crept onto her lips once more. More Monday Mornings   Doing the correct thing is good; doing right and confounding your enemies at the same time is golden. Blow & Arrow "You are getting better, Zane," Molly Travers told me after my rotation to the shooting line. "If you say so," I shrugged. "I've yet to hit the rings twice in a row." "But you are hitting the target every time," she pointed out. "Great," I chuckled, "if I ever get attacked by a rhino or a barn door, I'll do fine." "If it is a big barn door, a really big barn door," she snickered in sympathy. "So, uhmm, what do you think your chances against Hope are?" "Huh," I looked to her, "are you betting on me and Hope's sparring match?" "It's not really a bet, more like a wager," Molly grinned. "Betting and wagering is the same thing, Molly," I pointed out. "Okay, fine, we are betting on the outcome," Molly admitted. "So what do you think the odds of you winning are?" "Barring the intervention of large fighting robots, I'd bet on the cute Asian chick to win," I joked. "Arrows," Chastity called out. It was my job to retrieve all the expended arrows from the field, being the junior member of the team. After that we did one more round, then we cleaned up and made our way to either study period or our next club. Chastity held me back so that we could go to Karate class together. "Don't be too hard on Hope," Chastity abruptly told me. "I'm not all that sure I can beat her, Chastity," I confided. "Oh, there is no chance of that," Chastity assured me. "She's going to destroy you. I only want to make sure you are a good sport about it because she really likes you and she's worried you might take this beating the wrong way." I stopped and stared at her somewhat incredulously. "Oh, come on," I grumbled. "I have some sort of chance. She's not that good." "If thinking that makes you feel better," she patted me on the back. "Well, if you believe I can't win, you will be willing to make a wager on the outcome then," I challenged Chastity. "What would it be?" Chastity mused. "You in a little, itty-bitty French Maid's outfit for twelve hours of my choosing," I said. "What do I get if Hope wins?" Chastity countered. "What would you want?" I grinned. "Any one favor to be decided on later," was what she came back with. "Oh, please, my favor is relatively precise while you want the world," I pointed out. "Okay, I want one 'forgiveness' in advance," Chastity offered. I groaned. "You just have to keep busting my chops, don't you?" I sighed. "Fine, I'll make the bet." For a private sparring match, Hope and I drew a great deal of attention. Christina, Heaven, Chastity, and Faith were expected, as was Coach Gorman. I had kind of hoped Cappadocia would hang around so we could hook up when the fight was over. Everyone else was rather distracting. Both Hope and I went shirtless, me bare-chested and she with a black sports bra, as well as barefoot. We set up four meters apart with Hope doing something that mimicked warm-up exercises. It took a second of eye contact for the fight to begin. I kicked out viciously; she collapsed beneath the blow and swept my legs. My back slapped the mats and before I could move or mount much of a defense, Hope was all over me. It was arm bar and she had my head in a scissor lock and that was that. I tapped out before she could render me unconscious. No one said anything as I regained my feet. I was careful not to make eye contact until I'd backed up a bit. I had no clue to what kind of Monkey Kung-fu she had just worked on me but I knew that what little Thai Kickboxing I had wasn't cutting it, but I knew even less Karate and even less of what Gorman and Black had shown me. It boiled down to making use of what I did know to the best effect. This time I danced to the left using a little trick Gabrielle Black had taught me (with some pain added). At first Hope mirrored my movements so when I lashed out with my first kick it caught her off-guard since I'd also been slowly closing the distance between us. She tried to snake within my reach but I kept shifting and kicking to hold her at bay. When she finally did get inside, I hit her with every fist/arm/elbow strike I knew. I knocked her back, pursued her, and for a moment it looked like I had a chance. Hope kept maneuvering with the grace of a gymnast so I couldn't pin her to the mat. Once she got to her feet I sensed I was rapidly running out of options. I certainly didn't expect a chop to my temple and that was pretty much all she wrote. She jumped up, put her knee into my diaphragm and rode me to the ground. I managed to block twice against her strikes as she straddled my stomach. I almost knocked her aside, we wrestled, and that was the totally wrong thing to do. I knew crap about wrestling. My tapping out was a foregone conclusion once she got me on my stomach. For a second I lay there marveling how quickly I'd gone down, twice. I noticed that Hope was still standing astride my body so I rolled over in place and looked up. For a second she had this look that reminded me of staring into the pitiless depths of the ocean. "My head hurts," I emphasized with a deep breath. That set off a flash of light in her eyes. "The important one or the one on top of your neck?" she smiled from above. Hope crossed her arms and helped me stand. "Are we okay?" she suddenly seemed worried. "Oh, hell, no," I gasped. "I've got to learn me some of those moves. You were freaking awesome." That outburst gained me a snort of amusement on her part. "I am not a master so I would have to consult my master before taking on a student," Hope informed me. "Your Father?" I was curious. "No; my Father had to get permission to teach my sisters and me. My Master is back in Korea," she answered. Hope and I parted ways and various friends now felt free to join the party. "Damn, Bro, she kicked your ass. I'm ashamed to call you family," Rio mocked me. "Rio, now you know how he feels about you every day," Valarie shot back. "I think he did pretty good, all things considered," Coach Dana Gorman stated. "I don't believe Zane's ever fought against a 'soft' or passive style." "Fifteen or twenty more years and I would have had her," I chuckled. "You are right, Coach; I've never seen her precise style. I've tried some of the exercises monks use but those were primitive compared to what Hope showed me today. Now I think I'm going to take a shower." "Everyone will clear out now," Coach ordered as I made my way to the showers. ZETAS "Honestly, Zane," Sahara lectured me deliciously, "did you have to flush my phone down the toilet?" "Technically, I only dropped it in," I corrected. "I didn't hit the handle. Besides, you know your husband would only annoy us with his incessant phone calls." "I still feel a little guilty," Sahara sighed. "He knew when I would be over and where we would be going if he wasn't going to be kind enough to be there," I pointed out. "The only reason to call you would be to ruin the moment he could have pre-empted by showing a little consideration for your feelings." "That is not fair," Sahara countered. "My husband is a community leader with many responsibilities." "So would you be if people would wake up and see you as I do," I answered. "Zane, I don't want any misconceptions about me," Sahara stared at me intently. "I am loyal to my marital vows." "I don't doubt that for a second," I agreed. "Betrayal leaves its own scars and I don't see any on you." Sahara didn't immediately react to that, instead taking a long sip of her tea. "Certainly you have heard the rumors by now?" she said softly. "Yes, and I believe them," I responded gravely. I let that hang there for thirty seconds. "Aliens did land in Roswell, New Mexico in 1947, and they interred the bodies at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base before finally moving them to Area 51." Sahara didn't know what to make of that for a second but slowly began to smirk. "What? Was there another rumor that I should be giving a damn about?" I concluded. "Some people compromise for the easy way out, some people remain mostly steadfast and take the hard road, but you are the only man I know who gladly skips through a minefield because even the hard road is too much of a compromise for you," she commented. "I can only be me," I replied. "I couldn't be you; I doubt the clothes would fit." "Oh, you are such a strange individual," she tilted her head. Before she could explain our food arrived and she felt it prudent to wait until there were fewer prying ears. "Do you think it is appropriate for me to, ask about Ms. Vickers?" "No," I responded patiently. "If you ever feel like it is your business, she's in church every Sunday and she's nice, if a bit nervous considering the current circumstances." "It is only that I hear things about you when my husband talks to other people and, much of it doesn't make sense," she added. "For instance, I believe I'm the only one who sees it but I'm sure you are having an affair with Rochelle Wellington." "I'm neither confirming nor denying anything but how does that make you feel?" I countered. "Infidelity is a crime," she answered after a few seconds, "but Mayor Wellington is a horrible, horrible man." And this was coming from the woman married to that bastard, Pastor Bill. "I confess that I find the whole thing very amusing, to the point where I pray to Christ for forgiveness virtually every night. That includes using me as a distraction for Kendra's nosey little self." "That was not my intent if that's any consolation," I sighed. "I simply thought we had a lot in common." "Such as?" she smiled. "Well, before we moved here, we had no idea where Lancaster, Virginia was," I started. "We both know that waving a Bible around doesn't make someone holy; a custom may be fine for you but it isn't for everyone and we know what it is to be judged by people who have never gotten to know us," I completed. "I also wanted you to know that I know about Bill and we are not alone." "Know? What do 'we' know?" she asked confidently enough. "We know why he let them think you were the one who was unfaithful," I clarified somewhat. Sahara stared at me, her face torn by a plethora of warring emotions; loyalty, anger over being betrayed, and relief that she didn't bear this terrible burden alone anymore were all there. "Men handle such things differently than women," Sahara told me in a distant voice. "My father wanted boys." "I imagine your Father-in-Law wishes he had raised his boy to be a man too," I joked. "That's unfair," I corrected myself. "I have nothing against men of a different persuasion. It is bastards I have a problem with." "Please, Zane, he is still my husband," Sahara admonished me. "Well, he had better start treating you better or I may re-familiarize him with Deuteronomy 23:1 (ty-jw)," I responded. "Your loyalty to him should be met with respect. That is the deal we make when we get married." "What makes you think you know so much about marriage?" Sahara inquired after a bite, some savory chewing and a gulp. "I'm smarter than I look. Okay, that's not too difficult, but I'm usually smarter than people give me credit for." "Smart things like inviting Ms. Kennan to services yesterday?" she taunted me. "I actually didn't invite her but don't tell anyone; I revel in people's opinion that I'm irreverent," I grinned. Sahara tried and failed to fight down her own smile in response. "I've actually invited Belle, Ms. Kennan, to live with me and Jill as well as giving her a job." "I, I don't know what to make of that," Sahara worried. "She's very pretty, I imagine." "Sahara, you need to become a better judge of people," I said. "I wouldn't trust Belle with my car keys or my favorite cuff links, but I'd trust her with Jill's life or my own." "Sometimes it helps to remember we are still listening to the words of a poor carpenter's son who suffered through exile," I pointed out, "who wouldn't do what the authorities told him to do, died because he was betrayed by a close friend, and went to the grave abandoned by all those who said they understood him; not most people's first choice for founder of the world's largest religion." "When you put it that way, it sounds depressing," Sahara agreed. "It also sounds exactly as it played out. It often does not occur to most believers that the flame of Christianity almost fluttered out before it ever really came to life." She looked for me to say something but all I did was grin. A few seconds later I saw that flicker of understanding come alive in her eyes. "Here you are, the star of multiple on-line sexual misadventures, sitting with the preacher's disreputable wife in the most romantic restaurant in town and we are discussing morality and religion," she chuckled. "No one will believe us despite this being the truth. I find your perverse and bizarre sense of humor very enchanting, Zane." "The important thing is that you are having a good time, Sahara," I explained. She laughed out loud, drawing attention to our little candlelit alcove of the eatery. I doubted she cared and I certainly didn't. We finished our meal, I paid, and we headed straight back to her place. The game was, we left zero time for any possible hanky-panky to take place. We wanted the people who were going to accuse us of impropriety to make real asses of themselves when we revealed our timeline established by my filling up of gas right before picking her up, our valet ticket at the restaurant, and finally, our credit card receipt for the restaurant itself. I had outlined my plan to Sahara and she heartily approved. Unlike the time her husband had screwed her over, she could fight this scandal. I pulled into the Penny's driveway and I rushed around to get her door for her (thank you, Heaven, for that bit of etiquette). We walked through the front door only to see Pastor Bill a few steps away from the door. "Where have you been?" he growled. Sahara dutifully lowered her head. "We were at Zetas," I stated calmly, "right where I told you we would be." Bill ground his teeth and glared at Sahara. "What have you been doing?" he snapped. "Nothing," I now grinned. "I accidentally left the lube and the box of condoms on your kitchen counter." Pastor Bill was rendered speechless. "I was the one who dropped her phone into the toilet; don't blame Sahara," I told him. "Sahara, this was fun. I don't often get to have an adult conversation about the basis of Christianity. I do appreciate your insights. I gotta go now. You two have a good evening and I guess I'll see you on Wednesday night, Sahara. Bill, I'll see you on Sunday." "I doubt you will be seeing my wife again," Bill finally ground out. "Sahara, please give me and your husband a moment alone?" I asked her. "Of course, Zane, and thank you again for an intellectually stimulating night," was her own way at rebelling. I could tell ol' Bill didn't appreciate her pleasant tone to me one bit. When she had moved out of sight I leaned into my so-called religious leader. "Bill," I whispered to him, "between you, me and God, if something happens to Sahara, I'm giving you one year and a day, then they'll never find your body. You know the kind of low-lifes I hang out with. I'm not bluffing. The only other injustice will be that you won't suffer nearly enough. Am I absolutely fucking clear?" "I'm not afraid of you, you sleazy scumbag punk," he hissed. "Whatever, Bill, but you might want to know that the circuit board for your home security system is manufactured by a company I own," I lied. I had no idea if there was a circuit board for his system or who the hell manufactured it, but I was pretty sure he didn't know either. Bill and I were at an impasse. He was a bully and a liar who was used to manipulating people using both other people's faith and sins to get what he wanted. My advantage was that I was well known to be willing to inflict pain to get what I wanted (I just wanted to protect my ladies) and he was averse to actual physical confrontation. Belle brought a whole new definition to the conflict at First Anointed Free-willed Fellowship of Christ Church. There were a growing number of people willing to resist the order Bill had crafted for his own power. Now people defied him and the normal techniques of censor had little effect. His best hope was that Zane Braxton would get hung in another bizarre encounter and remove himself from the equation without Bill's interference. That was his hope, anyway. ON The CRUX OF CHANGE "Hey, Briana," I told my buddy from Colorado State. I was standing outside the door that led to my floor once more. "Hey, Future Slave to my Desires," she giggled back. She was a whole lot more playful than the last time we'd talked. "Gak!" I played with her. "I'm pleased to find you in higher spirits tonight. I hope that means you are doing better?" "Actually, I had a freaky weekend," she sighed. "I met my boyfriend's other girlfriend, it was a totally psycho-girlfriend moment too. She came at me when I was training with some sisters for a 5K run. She appeared in the parking lot and started screaming at me. It was scary. I had three sisters and she brought two wacked-out friends. A pair of off-duty firemen broke it up; sadly, one is married and the other is gay." "Briana, I have a confession: I'm a gay man in denial and I'm tired of hiding the real me," I stated sincerely. Briana's laughter rocketed through the connection, followed by some off-screen conversation, then the phone being handed around. "If you want that lie to be believable, tell us you are secretly a lesbian," Jarunee snickered at me in her native Thai tongue. "Give me a second and I'll come up with something more believable," I chuckled back in the same lingo. "How have you been?" "Pretty good; better than you since that little Korean girl wiped your ass all over the mats," she responded in English. "Okay, she's not so little, and I have it on good authority she was a champion on the Tijuana Midget Fighting Circuit while still in preschool," I covered my ass, then a fear began clawing its way inside me. "Is there any suggestion that she and I may have gone to bed together?" "Of course; this morning's upload," Jarunee informed me. "Oh, in that case, please tell the rest of the Kappa Sigmas that I won't be doing Spring Break after all," I groaned. "What, why?" Jarunee gulped, wondering what she'd done wrong. "Her dad is going to kill me," I related jokingly. "I won't make it to the end of this semester, much less to March. It was a nice dream, though." "Are you serious?" Jarunee worried. "Apparently Hope's, that's Hope Song who kicked my ass, father is some sort of a South Korean superman who eats two-bit punks like me for breakfast," I shrugged. "It can't be, and the phone was taken away. "Oh, my God! Was that one of Yeong Song's daughters you banged that can now be seen all over the internet?" a different girl babbled. "You really are a dead man." "Ooo-kayyy, who are you, by the way? I'm Zane," I started off. "Sorry. I'm Chrissy and my father is in the Navy and he does, stuff. I don't know how bad that man is but I've seen SEALs scramble to get out of that man's way faster than they would for any admiral." "What? That's absurd," I joked. "No one is that much of a bad-ass." Except for Gabrielle Black, I am so going to die at this man's hands, aren't I? "All I know is that the Navy decided it was safer to put him up at our house as opposed to a motel. Mom got upset because apparently the North Korean government put a huge bounty on his head since he killed so many of their Special Forces guys, no lie." I said nothing for the longest time. "Maybe he'll think I'm good son-in-law material," I tried to sound upbeat. "Yes," Chrissy tried to sound positive as well. I, of course, was desperately trying to remember how many times I had made Hope suck my cock, and our discussion of anal sex wasn't worth mentioning. Curling up into a fetal ball wouldn't do anyone any good either. "Very well, Chrissy. Can I talk to Briana one more time?" I asked. "Of course, Zane, and don't worry; the whole Kappa Sigma Sorority will start working on this problem. We will figure out something," she assured me. "Hey, guy," Briana sounded apprehensive, "are you going to be okay?" "Babe, it is just another day ending in 'y'. I've got this," I said confidently. "Good night, now." Briana said her good-byes and I took a moment to get my thoughts together before heading upstairs. It turned out I had over seventy ladies in my place, none more surprising than Coach Dana Gorman. She was paired with Valarie against Millicent and Raven in what looked like a close match up on the pool table. Another totally bizarre image was Vivian and Rio laying stomach first on the floor near one of the TV's, calves kicking in the air with Vivian helping Rio with something oddly akin to schoolwork. Mercy, Opal, Brandi, and Brigit were gathered around the closest table having formed some sort of study group as well. Magically enough, in the twilight of my life (no, I am not over-reacting!) it is good to see one of my plans actually work in almost the way I had intended. No one had noticed me arrive so I turned to go to the drink bar, and walked right into Paige. "Hi!" she squealed in excited delight. Her tight little albino body vibrated with orgasmic energy. "Hey, Babe," I kissed her on the lips lightly. She kept her hands tightly clasped behind her back. "You don't smell like sex," she grinned. "I went out to eat with the preacher's wife, Paige," I groaned. "Not every date is an inevitable sexual hook-up. We had a nice meal and talked about our church, morality, and religion, honest to God." "I believe you," Paige wouldn't stop grinning. "Cordelia is in your room, waiting for you, and thank you, thank you, thank you." Paige was undoubtedly ecstatic over the red marker on Cordelia's face that read 'Paige is smarter'. To see that was one of Paige's deepest desires. Cordelia was working away on her tablet as I slipped into my room. She was fully on my sleeping stage, lying on her back and tablet held up over her head as she worked on it. "Hello, Zane," Cordelia said. "I like your place; it is very you." "Cordelia," I managed to say back in a civil tongue. "Did you know who Yeong Song is?" "Of course I do," Cordelia answered without looking away from her work. I didn't say too much because I had little polite to say to the girl at the moment. After a minute she finished up working on her computer, put it down, propped herself up on her elbows, and smiled my way. Her pigtails swayed as she looked me over. "You are upset," she noted. "Why are you here?" I inquired curtly. "Oh, now we are in the 'you are angry with me but doing an admirable job controlling your violent impulses and going to reduce your interactions with me yet not going to let me alter your lifestyle in any way' phase," Cordelia sighed. "I am not fighting the fact that you are the smartest person on campus, maybe the smartest person I've ever met, but I think we are done playing around. When I drive out of these gates for the last time four years from now, I'm going to forget you and go on with my life," I told her. Cordelia smirked, then laughed. "Zane, I made you, you are my creation," she giggled. I was about to get pissed, then I got another boot to the head. "I was drawn to your family's tragic death years ago, saw your return to the United States as an excellent opportunity for us both, created several identities, talked to your aunt on-line about FFU, altered the admissions software so your application would be accepted, and made sure your medical records weren't examined until you were on campus." "You put me and Rio together," I pieced together; Cordelia nodded. "Iona?" "Ah, she's loyal to you, but it was easy enough to put her in your class. She is the type of girl who runs across traffic to save a turtle crossing the road," Cordelia smiled. "I knew she'd rally to your side, just like I knew that would be enough to keep you here until other events unfolded," she seemed terribly pleased. "Now the sorority and Christina are all you as well as the run-ins with the law, but you are my weapon to use on this campus, Zane. I could never beat Chancellor Bazz without creating a scandal that would break the school apart," she informed me. "Your rebellion was a possibility I explored but your ability to enlist Christina and the freshmen wasn't something I could facilitate; again, that was all your doing." "I have respected you and Heaven," Cordelia pointed out. "Because Christina and I would kill you," I countered. "No; I kept her secret because I am not needlessly cruel," she said. I almost believed it. "Wrong, Cordelia; you didn't betray Heaven because Christina and I would leave FFU," I stated. "Your game would fall apart; not because either one of us is special but because you don't like playing with dumb people, there is no challenge to it." Cordelia's smile only got wider. "You don't disappoint," she remarked, without a hint of shame or guilt. "Am I forgiven?" It occurred to me that no matter how absurd on the surface, Cordelia wanted someone to know and, in a way, understand her genius. "I think we may be past that," I murmured. "How about this; the Time Lord Mafia needs, I need your help," she confessed, but I was wary. "When Ms. Black came here I was suspicious that her record was too clean," Cordelia related, "so when you gave me that warning, I began digging very carefully. Well, this morning something happened." "Oh, crap," I muttered. "How bad and how likely is it that you will be tracked back to here?" "I set up a blind station in Lima, Peru," she said matter-of-factly, "all paid for in cash by people who don't know the real me. I had surveillance on the place as standard practice. Late last night, Lima time, three armed men broke into the small room and tore the place up." "Who were they?" I was now more intrigued. "They spoke perfect Spanish so I had no clue until one of them screwed up and a cheap shelf fell on him. He cursed in Hebrew." Cordelia exhibited real shock. "They were Mossad. I check up on some other stuff and I really think they are Israeli intelligence." What in the hell was Mossad doing hunting Gabrielle? What the hell was the only guy in an all-girls university doing getting involved with all this? Fuck it all, I'm a horny eighteen-year-old boy with more girlfriends than any two sane men would want. Wasn't talking to yourself one of the signs of mental instability? I was saved by the phone, sort of. "Zane, this is Doctor Scarlett," the Vice Chancellor said, "I am at your door and I need to come up and talk to you for a bit." "Of course, Doctor Scarlett," I responded as I caught Cordelia's eye. I hung up and the two of us headed into the main area. As soon as we exited the screens, Cordelia went toward the closest group of students to warn them and I travelled down the stairs. "Hey, Doctor," I greeted my latest guest. I screened the keypad from her view, asked the system for a new password, and read it off to her as it popped up. Doctor Scarlett reentered the code and had it scan her thumbprint without comment. "Thank you, Zane," Victoria greeted me politely. "I would like to see your domicile as well, if that is convenient." "Sure thing," I told her. "We have about forty-five minutes before curfew so it's pretty occupied." "It is your room," she nodded. "I have every reason to believe you are responsible with its use." I wouldn't say that, but then in the past five minutes my life had gone to hell anyway, and I had to put up a good face until bedtime. "Ah, the pictures I've seen do not do the view justice, Mr. Braxton," Doctor Scarlett exhaled. "Relax, take a walk around, and/or help yourself to some food, Doc," I offered. "After nine o'clock you may call me Victoria, Zane," she allowed in return. I was a little stunned. No one seemed overjoyed that Victoria was here but they weren't stampeding toward the door either. "You provide a great deal of stability," she told me softly. "Your presence provides your guests with a sense of peace and safety." "Perhaps you missed Coach Gorman giving two of your students pool lessons right over there?" I suggested. "Dana is your guest too, though I doubt her mood is swayed one way or another by your sense of calm," she grinned, then was brought up short. "Zane, there are two women in, bikinis in your, " "It is a hot tub," I provided the identification, "and I also provide the swim suits for those who need them." Victoria stared at me for a few seconds and I could sense her ready to finally explode on me with some righteous rage toward my overtly sexual ways. "Why would you have women's swimsuits?" she asked patiently. "I have one-pieces as well," I responded. "What would be the point of installing a hot tub, showers, and a sauna if I don't also supply the girls with swimsuits and towels?" Those words put her back on an even keel. Still -- "Doc, I have women coming in my second-story bedroom window back home in the middle of the night for the purposes of sexual intercourse," I sighed. "I hardly need to give students here revealing clothing to feed any vicarious thrill. Do you want a suit to take a dip?" "Let me think about that," she replied quickly. "How long does it take you to obtain a girl a suit?" "I have a suit for you already; you are virtually Vivian's size. And I even have one in red if that is your preference," I said. "Do you really want me to be in a red bikini?" she wondered. It was a trick question. "It is a one-piece, and all I want is for you to be as happy as you can be without trampling on the aspirations of others," I answered. "So you feel responsible for all the girls at this school," she stated. It took me a moment to realize this was a statement, not a question. "Good night, Zane," Victoria smiled. "Good night, ladies," she called out to the room. A chorus of 'good night's' were returned. She disappeared down the stairs and I felt a deep desire to be alone. Peace and quiet sounded good, yeah, I know. "Bro?" Rio snuck up on me. She gave me a quick once-over, then tenderly wove her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. "I'm okay, Rio," I muttered. "Don't lie to me," she squeezed me tighter. "Trust me; I know that desperate, hopeless look well and I can see it creeping up behind your eyes. Zane, I don't know what's wrong and I'm not going to ask, but I want you to know that I'm here for you." I tilted my upper body back and met her gaze. "Who are you and what have you done to my Rio?" I grinned weakly. "Hey," she remained scarily compassionate, "you've soaked up my pain often enough. It is about time you let me carry some of yours." "What can I do?" Iona wiggled up to my side. A further miracle was delivered when Paige appeared within my field of vision at over five feet away. "Guys, do you think I can have the night to myself? I need to work out things in my head," I begged. "Consider it done," Rio and Iona stated together. Iona departed to spread the word. Rio departed as well, but doubled back to give me another hug. "Zane, don't leave me," she whispered into my chest. "Three seconds ago I was going to knock you out, roll you up in a blanket, and take you with me when I scaled the walls and ran home," I sighed. "To the bitter end," I gave Rio's and my own little motto. "To the bitter end," she mumbled back. After that, going to bed was surprisingly easy. "Zane," Gabrielle greeted me with a ghostly voice. I had called her and said we needed to talk. "Someone did some poking around on you," I told her, "and as a result, three Mossad agents broke into a false station they had in Peru. Is there anything we need to know about why Israeli Intelligence sent three armed men looking for you?" "Three," she mused. "The back-up squad was outside. Since you made no mention of a grenade, I assume they wanted me alive. What are the odds of them tracing the search back to Freedom Fellowship?" As she talked, she sat down on the bed next to me, next to my hip. "Since I have no clue as to what resources they can bring to bear, I would feel safe enough remaining here if they were after me," I answered. "What's your next move?" For a reason that went way beyond insane, I suddenly didn't want her to leave. "I wait. I do not have infinite exit plans or resources," she told me. "You are taking this awful well," I noted. "As opposed to wasting energy becoming pointlessly annoyed? You will keep me apprised of further developments," she commanded then rose to leave. "Gabrielle, do you know a guy named Yeong Song?" I blurted out. "I know of him but I've never met him," she stop

Dr. Stacy Greeter, a child and adolescent psychiatrist and expert in neurodivergence, shares her insights on how to recognize autism and how it may present differently in women, and provides many resources for clinicians and patients alike. Connect with Dr. Greeter:Dr. Greeter's websiteYoutube channelUpcoming conference on AutismOther Resources:To learn more about me and my reproductive & integrative psychiatry clinic helping patients across California, please visit - AnnaGlezerMD.comTo sign up for the Fellowship in Reproductive & Integrative Psychiatry, please visit:  PsychiatryFellowship.com

What happens when Amazon, NVIDIA, and MassRobotics team up to merge generative AI with robotics?In this episode of TechFirst we chat with Amazon's Taimur Rashid, Head of Generative AI and Innovation Delivery. We talk about "physical AI" ... AI with spatial awareness and the ability to act safely and intelligently in the real world.We also chat about the first cohort of a new accelerator for robotics startups.It's sponsored by Amazon and NVIDIA, run by MassRobotics, and includes startups doing autonomous ships, autonomous construction robots, smart farms, hospital robots, manufacturing and assembly robots, exoskeletons, and more.We talk about:- Why “physical AI” is the missing piece for robots to become truly useful and scalable- How startups in Amazon's and NVIDIA's new Physical AI Fellowship are pushing the limits of robotics from exoskeletons to farm bots- What makes robotic hands so hard to build- The generalist vs. specialist debate in humanoid robots- How AI is already making Amazon warehouses 25% more efficientThis is a deep dive into the next phase of AI evolution: intelligence that can think, move, and act.⸻00:00 — Intro: Is physical AI the missing piece?00:46 — What is “physical AI”?02:30 — How LLMs fit into the physical world03:25 — Why safety is the first principle of physical AI04:20 — Why physical AI matters now05:45 — Workforce shortages and trillion-dollar opportunities07:00 — Falling costs of sensors and robotics hardware07:45 — The biggest challenges: data, actuation, and precision09:30 — The fine-grained problem: how robots pick up a berry vs. an orange11:10 — Inside the first Physical AI cohort: 8 startups to watch12:25 — Bedrock Robotics: autonomy for construction vehicles12:55 — Diligent Robotics: socially intelligent humanoids in hospitals14:00 — Generalist vs. specialist robots: why we'll need both15:30 — The future of physical AI in healthcare and manufacturing16:10 — How Amazon is already using robots for 25% more efficiency17:20 — The fellowship's future: expanding beyond startups18:10 — Wrap-up and key takeaways

Join us as we welcome our staff pastor, Brian DeCook, who will share from Ephesians 4:17-32 during Midweek Service at Harvest Fellowship on Wednesday, October 29, 2025.

The Fellowgroup haven't made any friends in Rivendell. Adam's kin saw through his lies and beat him up until someone brought news that Grungus Took was nearby, Guy discovered that saying the name J.R.R. Tolkien injured his fellow elves, and at the Gondor camp, Denethea declared she wanted the ring for herself, then stabbed Del when Tyler said it wasn't theirs to give to her. Del and Tyler were saved by the arrival of Gandalf, and once the wizard got the troupe alone, he revealed that he knew they didn't belong in Middle-earth and produced The Fellowship of the Ring on DVD. Does this mean the troupe will finally learn the story they're stuck inside?Featuring players Tyler Hewitt, Del Borovic, Guy Bradford, and Adam McNamara, and Dungeon Master Tom McGee.Jesters of Middle-earth streams live every Wednesday at 7:30pm ET on Twitch (https://www.twitch.tv/dumbdumbdice)Enjoying Jesters of Middle-earth? - Consider supporting the show for as little as $1 a month to get BTS fun, an ad-free feed, and even add your own character to the podcast! (https://dumbdumbdice.com/join)- Buy merch on our website (https://dumbdumbdice.com/)- Follow us on social media: @dumbdumbdice- Watch our video episodes on YouTube (https://youtube.com/@dumbdumbdice) Artwork by the brilliant Del Borovic- Website & Portfolio (https://delborovic.com/), @deltastic on socialsTheme song by Sound Gallery by Dmitry Taras- YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/@soundgallerybydmitrytaras)- Pixabay (https://pixabay.com/music/fantasy-dreamy-childrens-dark-mysterious-halloween-night-scary-creepy-spooky-horror-music-116551/)See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This week we look at yet another Pandemic game.  This one is the Lord of the Rings themed Fate of the Fellowship.  This game does an excellent job of putting the characters into the story of the Lord of the Rings.  The goal of this game is to take the ring to Mount Doom in Morder and destroy the ring by casting it into the flames. It's a highly thematic game set that any Lord of the Rings fan should at least play once. Fate of the Fellowship (BGG, Z-Man)

In this All Saints' Day sermon, “The Fellowship of the Found” (Luke 19:1–10), Pastor David Balla of the Lutheran Church—Missouri Synod proclaims the grace of Christ who seeks, calls, and restores the lost. Zacchaeus's encounter with Jesus reveals the heart of the Gospel: salvation is not earned—it is given. This message unfolds how Christ calls sinners by name, enters their homes, and makes them saints through His Word and Sacrament.Join us as we reflect on the Communion of Saints, the fellowship of believers made holy not by worthiness but by mercy. Discover how the same Jesus who entered Zacchaeus's home now welcomes you to His Table.Support this ministry at: https://buymeacoffee.com/whitegandalphWebsite (without link): buymeacoffee.com/whitegandalph

A new MP3 sermon from Hopewell Associate Reformed Presbyterian is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: The Fellowship of the King Subtitle: Family Worship Speaker: James Hakim Broadcaster: Hopewell Associate Reformed Presbyterian Event: Devotional Date: 10/30/2025 Bible: Song of Solomon 1:12-14 Length: 11 min.

Tema: Odontología funcional: el enfoque que conecta tu boca con todo tu cuerpoEn este episodio de Vida Sana con Juan Carlos Simó y Francesco Jeremías, nos acompaña la Dra. Stephanie Lucila Gutiérrez Ovalles, odontóloga funcional, para descubrir una nueva forma de entender la salud oral: la odontología funcional, una rama que conecta la salud de la boca con el equilibrio de todo el cuerpo.Aprende cómo tu microbioma oral influye en enfermedades cardiovasculares, digestivas y cognitivas, y por qué la saliva es uno de los mecanismos más poderosos de defensa natural del cuerpo. La doctora explica cómo prácticas cotidianas como el uso de ciertos enjuagues o pastas dentales pueden alterar este equilibrio y cómo reemplazarlas con alternativas naturales y científicas como el oil pulling con aceite de coco, el uso de probióticos orales y pastas con nano-hidroxiapatita.

How do you bring a dying marriage back to life?In this episode David Miller explores the ten essential steps every man should take when his relationship is on the brink.From brutal honesty and personal responsibility to sacred vows and the power of playing the long game, you'll discover why the key to getting her back starts with getting yourself back.Key Takeaways:- ~[00:00] Conflict is a mirror; marriage forces you to face buried wounds and invites you into growth.- ~[03:00] Step 1: Be honest about what's happening; Step 2: Take ownership; Step 3: Be vulnerable.- ~[05:00] Responsibility and compassion go hand in hand — stop judging and start understanding.- ~[10:00] Remember your sacred vows and practise empathy; your partner's soul needs to be seen.- ~[14:00] Inner work is non‑negotiable; one person's growth can transform the entire relationship.- ~[19:00] Play the long game; resist quick fixes and hold space for your partner's pain.CTA: Listen to the full episode on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Audible or watch on YouTube.  Subscribe, leave a review and share this episode with a man who needs guidance.

Brethren, this Short Talk Bulletin Podcast episode was written by MW Bro Carl H. Claudy and first published in May 1931. I recently had the honor of participating in raising a brother to the Sublime Degree, and as every Master Mason knows, the Five Points of Fellowship are an integral part of the instruction of […]

Br Gowens' 10/19/25 sermon considers Philippians 1:3-8, as he elaborates on the mutual love between Paul and this church. Even though he is in prison, Paul exudes a joy in Christ that transcends his circumstances.

Whether falling down or rising to great heights, the journey can often provide us with some curious tales. Order the official Cabinet of Curiosities book by clicking here today, and get ready to enjoy some curious reading! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.