Tue, Feb 24, 2026, 9:36 PM
309 days 16 hours 22 mins 25 secs remain
Crush the Launch
Crush the Clock
Hello, I'm Jim Booth, and I'm done mourning the countless hours the the clock stole from me as I hurried to launch my Jesus Ice Cream t-shirt with you. Time doesn't hunt me anymore, I hunt it.
So you if you're expecting a rushed 'limited time' offer as you watch my 2026 countdown ticking away, this is where I've flipped the script; it's the ultimate move in Christian counterintuitiveness. Here's the inside scoop I'm letting you in on: my countdown timer? It's a lie.
Yeah, you read that right. Time is a lie.
Crush the Lie
The world tells you to rush because you're 'on the clock.' I've crushed that lie and I want to help you do the same. You and I don't run out of time; we outlast it. Death isn't the finish line; it's just the moment the clock breaks.
So let me ask you: Can your clock break while you're still walking? Can the gears stop, the battery die, and the world move on—yet there you are still breathing? Better yet: Can you die ahead of time?
Let me help you answer that. Go right now and read Colossians 3:3
Crush the Shirt
Help me crush this t-shirt launch by refusing to be held captive by the clock. Don't buy the lie—buy my shirt.
Each post I make here during this 2026 countdown will be dated with the day, month, and time that I posted along with the number of days, hours, minutes and seconds that remain in the year. I'm only doing this to point out the absurdity of it all
Tue, Feb 24, 2026, 9:36 PM
309 days 16 hours 22 mins 25 secs remain
Smash the Wall
Smash the Script
Breaking the fourth wall is a theatrical moment when an actor in a play or film unexpectedly turns and speaks to the audience, shattering the invisible wall that separates them and pulling the audience into the story.
Smash the Ending
I experienced a "fourth wall break" as I was drowning in the choppy, frigid February waters of Lake LBJ, where I went from being a passive observer of Christ's death, burial, and resurrection to becoming an active participant in my own.
Smash the T-Shirt
Today, 14 years later, I stared out at the spot in the water where it all went down. I don't remember what I was wearing that tragic day but I'll never forget the t-shirt I created to commemorate it.
Tue, Feb 24, 2026, 9:36 PM
309 days 16 hours 22 mins 25 secs remain
Scream for Jesus
Scream for Life
When people ask me about the Jesus Ice Cream shirt I tell them it's "borrowed breath." It's all the supernatural days, hours, minutes, and seconds I shouldn't have been given after falling off my kayak into ice-cold water with no life jacket and the most pathetic attempt at trying to swim you've ever seen.
Time didn't just stand still as I was drowning; it was shattered.
My Obit | Jan 1, 2026 | 12,564 Steps
Living Out Col 3:3
Imagine you die but get to linger around to be part of your own funeral, which lasts for years, maybe even decades. What do you do with this extra time and who do you invite to your farewell reception?
This is the story of Colossians 3:3 and how I've lived to achieve my lifelong ambition after my death, and it’s a tribute to the people who are ushering me Home as I methodically break through to the other side.
All I'm leaving behind is the shirt off my back.
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