 worshipping the same deity.

A Christian can say they don't believe in Mohammed as a prophet, and Muslims can say that they don't believe in Jesus as the son of god, and Jews can say that they don't believe in either.  But when a Christian says that they don't believe in Allah, they're saying that they don't believe in their own God.  That's blasphemy, one of the few unforgivable sins in most religions/sects.Grammy-winning rapper Lecrae is currently pushing his single ‘Blessings‘ with Ty Dolla Sign which will eventually lead to his next album, which he revealed to Hot 96.3, will be released this summer.
However, during his exclusive Meet and Greet with a few lucky fans at Hot 96.3, he also revealed some of the artists he has been working recently, including Tori Kelly, Metro Boomin and Andra Day.
If you missed Lecrae’s in-studio interview with Hot 96’3 own B-Swift, click here.
Lecrae’s Meet & Greet At Hot 96.3!Because the inanimate objects in my life have developed the knack of all breaking down at the same time, it came as no surprise this week to learn that my car? Was broken. Actually, this happened last week. In fact, it happened on that same, doomed Sunday that saw us dealing with both The Watergate Affair and my ill-fated trip to the gym. Let’s just call that day "Black Sunday". I think the only reason I haven’t been on here whining about the car breaking was because I was trying to block it out. I mean, let’s face it, that’s how I normally deal with things.
I had been blocking out the broken car thing for quite a few weeks. See, the thing that’s broken is the exhaust. It has a hole in it. Now, I had known about this hole for some time, but I’d been employing my usual method of dealing with car problems, which is to turn the volume on the stereo up REALLY LOUD, in an effort to disguise the fact that the car sounded like it was trying to take off every time I drove somewhere in it. This technique works up to a point. That point came on Black Sunday, when I slowed down to negotiate a roundabout on the way home from the gym, and heard a noise that was not unlike gunfire.
"Hey, maybe it’s just gunfire," I thought optimistically. "Maybe it’s not the car at all!" And I reached for the volume control on the stereo and cranked it up a notch. The car, however, was determined not to be ignored this time.
"RAT-TAT-TAT!" it said, as I put my foot down. "RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!" And also? BANG!
"Aiieeeeee!" I shrieked, reaching for the volume control again.
"Ooooooh!" said Aimee Mann, from the stereo.
"RAT-TAT-TAT!" said the car again. "I’M NOT GOING TO STOP THIS UNTIL YOU SPEND LOTS OF MONEY ON ME!"
"OK, OK, I get it," I said. (I’m not joking about this, by the way. I really do talk to my car. It’s only polite, really.) "I will take you to the garage tomorrow."
Then I drove home, parked it in the driveway and attempted to block out the whole thing. In my defense I did end up with my finger stuck in a radiator later that night, so I think I can be excused. Maybe. After that, I decided to employ my second line of defense for dealing with Car Troubles: use Terry’s car. Again, though, this tactic will only work up to a point, and that point came today, when Terry and I made the mournful journey to the garage, where my car will be fitted with a shiny new exhaust (it freaking better be shiny, for what it’s costing), and I will have my money taken from me. I’ll get the car back tomorrow. My sanity may take a little while longer to return.
In the meantime, of course, the bathroom saga rumbles on…
So far, the bathroom has been divested of around 1/2 of its tiles. No, I really wasn’t joking when I said this project would take a while, was I? Dust is everywhere. Bits of …stuff… are everywhere. My sanity is… everywhere. See, I don’t deal well with mess. (This is pretty unfortunate, given that I live with Rubin.) Mess makes me feel claustrophobic. It makes me feel stressed. It makes me feel like taking my credit card and checking into a hotel, to be perfectly honest.
Other things that make me hate our house right now:
Mount Doom – still in situ on the living room ceiling, now fully erupted, but looking like there could be a landslide from it at any minute. (For which read: we got all the water out of the ceiling, but I still think the plaster is going to fall down.)
The San Andreas Fault – i.e. the huge crack on the floor in the hall, caused by Watergate. It’s still there, and looking worse to me by the day, although Terry still insists that no one would notice it except Eagle Eye Amber.
The Grand Canyon – i.e. the crack on the living room floor caused by Watergate. Still there, and now joined by some other, smaller gorges, which actually don’t seem to have had anything to do with Watergate, but which are just there. GOD.
I don’t know why it helps to name these things after geographical phenomenons (well, other than Mount Doom, obviously), but it does. Not as much as, say, a NEW HOUSE would help, but still.
So, basically what I’m saying is that we now need a new bathroom, new ceiling, and two new floors. Meanwhile, we went to Ikea on Sunday. To look at new kitchens. Because we are that kind of crazy.
Still, at least my car is fixed.
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I have had a similar problem with my car…every six months or so for the past few years. Yes, holes in the exhaust, or most recently, the entire exhaust pipe rusted through and fell off. But each time they “fix it.” I’ve tried the loud music bit, but in the summer I have to drive with my windows down since my a/c also completely stopped working a couple of summers ago. (Keep in mind that summers where I live hover around 32 degrees Celsius.)
Anyhow, good luck with the self-destruction of the house.
"Hey, maybe it's just gunfire,"
That made me laugh out loud. Sometimes I'd prefer a little road rage directed at me than to have to spend money on the car. At least you won't have that problem for the rest of the ownership of that car.
Bad things happen in threes… It is true. You made me totally crack up with the gunfire remark.
Your life amazes me. Also, I featured one of your Shoewawa posts over at The Winning Pitch. xoxoIt was publicized from all the news that this raid was on the institutions of Kuber of the Samajwadi Party. In other words this money belongs to Akhilesh Yadav. In a meeting in Kanpur, Prime Minister Narendra Modi attacked his opponents and said that it is the perfume of corruption. Its smell has spread everywhere. This stench was spread before 2017. Till then Akhilesh was the Chief Minister of UP but Akhilesh said that this raid was carried out in a misunderstanding. The government got confused between the two Jains. Piyush Jain has nothing to do with Samajwadi Party. The government accidentally raided Piyush Jain’s place instead of Pushpraj Jain.
Now the government has also raided Pushpraj Jain’s place. Akhilesh intends that the money taken out of Piyush belongs to the BJP, while BJP leaders say that Pushpraj is a Samajwadi Party MLA. Whoever catches black money in their place, it will be of SP. If Akhilesh had not made fun of the first raid, then perhaps his Jain would not have been raided again, but now the BJP has settled the accounts. These raids tarnish the image of all our leaders. People think that they are all corrupt. None of these is a milk wash.
This raid being carried out during the election season also ruins the image of the ruling party. Such raids are carried out at this time only to defame and harass their opponents. Why was the government paralyzed for the last several years? Apart from this, why are these raids taking place in the same state in which elections are on the head? Is the fear of defeat for BJP? If the country has to do money-purification, then such raids should first be carried out by the governments on their own party leaders, because they only have the money of pure ruckus.
Industrialists and businessmen earn money by their intelligence and hard work, it is a different matter that many of them do tax-evasion. These raids have also proved that the nose of demonetisation of the Modi government has been cut off