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1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning? Today is Good Friday. On this day, nearly 2000 years ago, Jesus Christ was humiliated, beaten, tortured and crucified. Let’s rewind. 30 years before the cross, God’s humility was displayed in the incarnation. God became man, became flesh (John 1:14). The eternal, omniscient, omnipresent God humbled Himself to human form in the person of Jesus of Nazareth. Jesus wo

1 Answer me when I call, O God of my righteousness! You have given me relief when I was in distress. Be gracious to me and hear my prayer! Grace – God’s unmerited favor to the infinitely ill-deserving. I heard on a podcast recently that if there is any one subject in studying God and His Word that is to be majored in, it is grace. Grace is a central theme of the entire Bible. In the ESV, the word grace is found nearly 300 times, “chen” in the Old Testament and “charis” in t

Many have heard about Jesus, or about Christianity, or the church. But few understand what Christianity is all about, or who Jesus is and what He has done. The Bible begins in the book of Genesis. God creates humans and the world, and God says, "It is good." But then, sin entered into this world. This is referred to as "the fall of man." Sin is not just wrongdoing, but us choosing our will over His. Humans rebelled, sinned, against God and caused a separation between a right

1 O Lord, how many are my foes! Many are rising against me; 2 many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” 3 But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head. 4 I cried aloud to the Lord, and he answered me from his holy hill. In Psalm 3, David is being pursued by his own son, Absalom. Absalom’s saga against David began in 2 Samuel 13, when his half brother Amnon violated Absalom’s sister Tamar. Absalom avenged his sister two

The quiet pour into my thermos fills the little house with smells of caramel and coffee and home. The steps of my boots on worn hardwood floors echo against the dull hum of life that bleeds in from outside. My jacket rustles and the house groans as my keys jingle and find their place in my pocket. Early dawn light pushes through the branches of trees outside and dances against the drawn curtains of the bedroom window. I stumble slightly as I push her auburn- blonde hair to th

From the distant turns to the present path,  I recognize those same roads I once had wandered.  To see yet again the swaying trees and foreboding calm, to feel the emerald grass and gentle breeze, to know again that which once led to pain and strife.  I recall the lefts and rights, the choices and failures, all interwoven with the twists and turns of the path.  But something has changed… The treeline waves in the silence of a still calm, the grass brushes against feet more su

10 Now therefore, O kings, be wise; be warned, O rulers of the earth. 11 Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. 12 Kiss the Son, lest He be angry, and you perish in the way, for His wrath is quickly kindled. Blessed are all who take refuge in Him. The second Psalm is not attributed to an author in the Old Testament, but the New Testament attributes David as the author. Luke pens in Acts 4:25 (and later 13:33) You spoke by the Holy Spirit through the mouth of y

I can say “I don’t care” a thousand times,   But that doesn't change the burning in my chest,  the fire in my blood or rush in my head,  when I try to wrestle myself to sleep,  haunted by the thoughts of wanting more. I can say “I don't mind” a thousand times,   But that doesn’t change the pain in my hands,  the jolt in my feet and sting in my eyes,  when I wake in a rush at night,  fighting the fears of not being enough. I do care… I’d work through the dark and fight through

I left home to prove a point, to find if I was more than I felt. I left home to corner the self who always ran, to see who was left when I couldn’t quit. I left home to leave the past behind, memories of girls, work, love, and regrets. I left home to find something else, to see what the world was like in my own eyes. I left home… past the streetlights I’d grown up under, past the trails I’d run and streets I’d walked. … I left home and proved my point, only to mourn who I had

I want a nice brick house sitting on a green hill,  with a little wood shop shed beside a garden overflowing with life. I want a back porch tea room with windows  that fill with light in summer,  and glisten with the glow of a fireplace in winter.  I want a long drive that runs through trees  and a fence that keeps the world outside.  I want a little family gathering around me,  to pray and give thanks.  I want a small house for my parents at the end of the drive,  with books

1 Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; 2 but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. Psalm 1:1-2 ESV Blessed , sometimes translated as happy, is the man. Blessedness or happiness belongs to him. The first psalm begins with three negatives: a man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked , does not stand in the way of sinners and does n

14 Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord! Psalm 27:14 ESV Waiting for the Lord is hard, and waiting on the Lord takes courage. Waiting on the Lord is an active thing, it is an act of trust in God, an act of faith. We can all relate to the discomfort, and oftentimes the pain in waiting, in trusting, in the unknown. Waiting on the Lord and trusting in him is COURAGE. It takes courage to wait on the Lord, and David made it clear

Romans 12:19 “Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, ‘Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.’” On Wednesday, September 10th, Charlie Kirk was assassinated. My wife told me immediately after he was shot, and we constantly refreshed the news between our prayers, hoping for a miracle, but ultimately Charlie died. Charlie was a firm believer in Jesus, and the fruits of his life prove his belief, and he is surely residing w

I breathe in — cold, crisp air hollows in, then fills me. Not just my lungs. I am fuller. This air is purer than any I've known, a tidal...

My Heaven is not a gold white city, with emerald streets.  It is not a place with more,  but a place with less. A place much less...

Over the skyline, bright morning shall break, Apathy and pain, exposed to light's flame. Arise all you sleepers, yeomen of great, When...

I feared I had become the thing I feared most. What I was slipped away; what I became slipped after it. So what remained? The darker...

The world moans in the pangs of childbirth, tearing against itself like a storm upon the rocks. Bleak winds blow across the pale stone...

This world moans in the pains of childbirth. Tearing against itself, like storm-tides against the shore, or the clashing of brass...

Can I tell you the truth— what I feel when I see your face? Can I bear the ache of opening, the chance of refusal? Is it even pain, is it...