Sunday
Every love you’ve ever trusted with your whole weight has, at some point, run out of strength to hold you. God’s love has not. It has held everyone who has ever leaned on it, all the way to the end, without once losing its grip. C.H.E.W. with Me New here? What is CHEW? — a 30-second practice…
You’ve refreshed the same inbox four times in the last ten minutes, waiting on an answer that still hasn’t come. Somewhere underneath the waiting, a quieter question is running too: is God this slow with me as well? This Lord’s Day, set the inbox down and look at one truth about who He actually is.…
Picture the scene the way Jesus’ first listeners would have. A small village where everyone can see everyone else’s business. A father standing at the edge of his own field, morning after morning, watching a road that has delivered nothing but disappointment for months. He’s watching. And one ordinary morning, a shape appears on the…
A storm clears over open water, and for a moment the surface holds nothing but light — no ripple of what just passed through it, no memory of the wind. If you stood at the shore and watched only that stillness, you’d never guess a storm had been there at all. That kind of clean,…
Most of us picture the evidence of God as something faint — a whisper we have to quiet ourselves to catch, a private nudge reserved for people with a particular kind of spiritual sensitivity. It’s a picture that makes God’s presence feel rare and effortful to detect. Scripture describes something closer to the opposite. Before…
Picture the moment before you’ve made your case. Before the apology lands, before the explanation is ready, before you’ve promised to do better — that moment, unfinished and unimpressive, is exactly the moment Romans 5:8 says God moved. He didn’t wait in the wings for you to qualify for His love. He gave you his…
Peter stood in a room he had spent his whole life being taught to avoid. Cornelius was a Roman centurion — a Gentile, a soldier, everything Peter’s upbringing had filed under “outside.” Three days earlier, a vision of unclean animals lowered on a sheet had left him arguing with God about what could and couldn’t…
There is a word Paul says a Spirit-filled believer actually cries out, not just believes: Abba. Not a title you’d use for a supervisor, a board chair, or a client — not language built for a relationship you have to keep earning. It’s the word a toddler uses reaching up in the dark, certain of…
Not what kind of love you have for God. What kind of love the Father has given. John says: look. Slowly. Not for a minute. For a Sunday. That is the whole assignment today.
One psalm says His love endures forever twenty-six times. That is not repetition. That is a Father making sure you finally believe Him.