Looking Up to No. 1
The first seat was never yours A word for anyone who learned that looking after yourself first is wisdom — and for the climber who made a god of their own name. They sold me a gospel with a mirror in it. That is not a small sentence. A lot of us were raised on…
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It Is Finished
A picture can make you think of the Cross. Only He can finish the work. Creation is not thin. It is older than your questions and stranger than most sermons. Oaks hold on. Scarlet comes from small lives people once crushed for holy cloth. A hillside takes the weather and does not explain itself. If…
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The Cloud Is Not the Cross
A holy life can point. It cannot pay. Honour the witnesses. Kneel to the Son. A word for anyone who keeps Jesus on a shelf of good names, and uses other holy lives to keep from needing the only Name that saves. There is a generous room in a lot of houses. Photographs on the…
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No Past Too Dark
Hard Road, Living Redeemer — Week 3 Your worst chapter does not own the deed. You have been living like it does. You keep a private ledger of everything ugly — the nights, the words, the doors you left open, the years you spent what belonged to God on something that could not love you…
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When the Blinders Came Off
A Testimony of Fear, Failure, and the Faithfulness of God There was a man who walked through life with the blinders on. From the earliest years they were already there—tight, unyielding, focused only on what lay straight ahead. Ambition was the horse that pulled him. He worked through his schooling the way a man works…
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Pride: The Fall That Leads to the Knees
Pride Goes Before the Fall… and Sometimes Before the Altar You’ve landed here for a reason. Maybe you were looking for a song. Maybe you were just scrolling. Or maybe something deeper has been gnawing at you for a while. Whatever brought you to this page, let’s talk about the quiet killer that sits at…
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Were you in that Crowd?
As Simon of Cyrene drew near the gates of Jerusalem during the Passover feast, the city pulsed with more than the usual pilgrim joy. From the direction of Pilate’s palace the roar rose like thunder: “We want Barabbas!” the crowd bellowed, just as the Gospel records in John 18:40. Again and again the cry swelled—“Crucify…
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Hallelujah — a man’s quiet surrender
There comes a moment, often late and alone, when the weight of the years settles heavier than any tool or responsibility you have ever carried. You have walked with calloused hands. You have tried to stand where a good man stands. You have provided the roof and the table. And still the question rises, not…
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