FOR HE ALONE IS WORTHY

They gathered among the ruins—dust on their faces, grief in their hearts, but purpose in their bones. The wall was broken. The gates were...

Don’t Let the World Around You Do Your Thinking for You The world is loud. It hammers its own truths like nails into the frame of your...

We wrestle not against flesh and blood— yet it feels that way, doesn’t it? When the tension rises, when the words cut deep, when the...

What if the weariness you carry isn’t from the weight of ministry, but from the quiet, festering ache of resentment— a slow burn ignited...

Philippians 1:6 “Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus...

Whoever is waiting on the other side of your obedience—you are loving them well, even now, unseen. You may not know their name. You may...

Hush, little baby, don’t lift your head, Lay down your sword, go back to bed. No need to war, no need to cry— The fight’s too loud, just...

In the shadow of a dungeon, John the Baptist sat—The wild man once wind-kissed in the desert, now locked in chains. He who had thundered...

If I were the devil, I would not come with pitchforks and howls, Nor haunt your nights with horror and flame. No — I’d come quiet....

If there had never been a grave, there would be no rolled-away stone, no breathless wonder at an empty tomb. No dawn soaked in glory, no...

He did— so now, forever, He can. He did work wonders that defied the laws of earth and time. He touched the blind and they saw. He spoke...

Lazarus did not rise on his own. He rose because a voice— the Voice —called him. “Come forth,” Jesus said. And even though death still...

If you had never grieved—if your heart had not been shattered beneath the weight of sorrow—how would you come to know the nearness of the...

I don’t come with anything polished today, Lord. No grand words, nothing for a King— Nothing gilded in beauty or wrapped in eloquence....

The whip cracked through the silence, biting deep into flesh already torn. Each lash carved a new wound, and the soldier did not...

Their eyes met across the courtyard. The chill of the night could not compare to the ice that gripped Peter’s chest. Had Jesus… had He...

It was a sound that pierced more than ears— a shattering cry woven into the fabric of heaven itself. A horrendous, gut-wrenching sound,...

A soldier stood there—dust on his boots, sweat on his brow, bitterness in his bones. He had drawn the short straw that morning, assigned...