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.

Grace | Sunday Sessions

Dr. Frank Turek asked on X yesterday, “how would you describe grace to someone?” I couldn’t help but write I a long-winded reply to that post, because I learned loved grace the hard way, and I feel so humbled when I am reminded of the cost of it. Today’s Sunday Session is how I would describe grace.

What the Desert Kept: The Unbound Word | Where the Thread Held

The Dead Sea Scrolls put real pressure on things I thought I understood — canon, transmission, messianic expectation. But pressure is not the same as rupture. A thread under tension is still a thread. This is where it held.

What the Desert Kept: The Unbound Word | The Discovery

In 1947, a young Bedouin shepherd threw a rock into a cave near the Dead Sea and heard something break. What was inside those clay jars would become the most significant manuscript discovery in modern history — and would take decades of scholarly struggle, controversy, and one very persistent librarian to finally reach the rest of the world. This is Part One of What the Desert Kept: The Unbound Word, a five-part deep dive into the Dead Sea Scrolls — their discovery, their contents, the community that preserved them, and the Scriptural threads that held across nearly two thousand years of silence.

Sunday Sessions: When You Actually Go Look | A Deeper Dive + Follow-Up

I used to take the Bible at face value, or dismiss it just as quickly. Then I started going and looking. Really looking.

What I found surprised me: forty-plus authors spread across three continents and fifteen centuries, writing in exile, dungeons, wildernesses, and royal courts. Most never met. Most never coordinated. And yet they produced one unbroken story.

Creation. Fall. Promise. Rescue. Restoration.

That’s the arc, and it’s held throughout fifteen centuries, three continents, and forty voices who never once compared notes

The promised seed in Genesis 3:15. The lamb provided by God in Genesis 22, echoed in the Passover, fulfilled in John’s cry: “Behold, the Lamb of God.” Prophecies specific enough to name the details centuries in advance: thirty pieces of silver, a donkey, pierced hands and feet, a birthplace called Bethlehem.

No committee could have engineered that.

The more I studied the geography, the manuscripts, the Dead Sea Scrolls, the languages, the sheer improbability of the coherence, the harder it became to wave away.

Questions still remain. I expect they always will. But they don’t push me out anymore. They pull me deeper in.

This is what happens when you actually go look.

Sunday Sessions: What I Heard in the Quiet, and What I’m Still Wrestling With

“If you’ve turned your back on Israel, you hate your own Savior.” A meditation-born truth that won’t let go. Honest reflections on Jesus’ Jewishness, biblical contradictions, Paul’s challenging passages, and why some questions stay with us until the other side.

Sunday Sessions: Finding God Under All the Religious Stuff

There is something nobody tells you about deconstruction: sometimes you tear down everything you thought you believed, only to find the thing you were actually looking for was buried underneath all along. This statement will be old news for many. For many, still, it will feel familiar, and as they read on I suspect theyContinueContinue reading “Sunday Sessions: Finding God Under All the Religious Stuff”

The Alarms of Prophecy: Elam in the Headlines and the Call to the Harpazo | Daily Bread, Sunday Session

Recent and unfolding geopolitical events echo Jeremiah’s prophetic warnings about judgment. This post connects those signs to Scripture and urges readers to consult Scripture, repent and seek salvation in Christ before it’s too late.

Sunday Sessions: What Nature Still Knows (And What We’ve Forgotten)

A short video clip inspired this post. It was simple at first glance, but the symbolism hit me hard. A small bird sits alone in her nest, as an intruder—another male—enters and tries to impose himself on her. She doesn’t attack. She doesn’t flap in fear. She calls. Simply, clearly, she calls. And in aContinueContinue reading “Sunday Sessions: What Nature Still Knows (And What We’ve Forgotten)”

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”