Did You Know? | The Credibility of the Bible

The Bible is sixty-six books written by forty different people over fifteen hundred years. Archaeologists have used it to uncover civilizations scholars insisted never existed. Over three hundred prophecies described one specific person centuries before he arrived – and then Jesus fulfilled all of them. The witnesses who saw him die and come back didn’t return to wealth or power. They returned to testimony, and died for it. The proof is abundant. It is, at the very least, worth considering.

Verse & Vision | May 20, 2026

You may never know how far your light travels. The word you wrote, the boundary you held, the truth you refused to abandon even when it would have been so much easier to let it go – those things shine further than you can see from where you’re standing.

The wise shine like the brightness of the heavens. Not because they were the loudest or the most celebrated, but because they held their ground in the dark and kept their eyes on God.

Shine on.

Sunday Sessions | One Gospel, Two Roads (Or, The Argument I Once Used Against My Own Faith)

Many years ago, I tried to use this exact argument to prove my father’s faith was built on sand. I was wrong. Thirty years later someone posted it online and asked anyone to disprove it with scripture. I hope this answers their invitation well, and helps whoever reads it.

Sunday Sessions | Palm Sunday: They Were Waving the Right Branches

They were right that a conqueror was coming. They were right that salvation was riding toward them. They just had no idea the enemy wasn’t Rome, and the victory was six days away.

The D-Word: Dodging or Discernment?

As long time readers have already noticed, for the past couple of weeks I haven’t posted much. I’m aware—even I have noticed my own silence in almost uncomfortable ways, and felt that familiar tug: “Shouldn’t I be posting something? Shouldn’t I be showing up more?” But as I shared in my last blog post (andContinueContinue reading “The D-Word: Dodging or Discernment?”

Sunday Sessions | The Ache That Was Never Depression

I actually wrote this last week—but didn’t post it. I am posting it now, late, because God wouldn’t let me keep it buried. I didn’t post it because I was afraid. Genuinely afraid. Not because I didn’t believe it was true, but because I’ve been conditioned to be afraid of my own truth. Conditioned toContinueContinue reading “Sunday Sessions | The Ache That Was Never Depression”