The greatest ability heaven has given you and I can be summed up in just two words. Once you get it…theres no going back. 🙏❤️🔥

Dear Lord, Thank You for carrying the cross I could never carry. By Your wounds, I am healed. By Your love, I'm forgiven. By Your sacrifice, I'm redeemed. By Your grace, I'm saved. By Your guidance, I'm found. In Your mercy, I find strength. In Your light, I find clarity. In Your Word, I find the way. I love You, Jesus. All the glory be to You, my Savior, my King, my eternal love. If you love God and are not ashamed of Him, put "AMEN" and share this prayer to encourage others today. Amen!

Social Media Rule of Thumb: Don't debate skunks unless you really enjoy smelling like them.

I am watching the Chosen for the first time. The meeting between Jesus and Nicodemus is sublime. Kudos to Erick Avari for a magnificent moment.

Favorite theologian of all time: Jesus, as revealed by John Theologian I dislike: Bultmann Theologian that grew on me: Pseudonymous Dionysius, the Areopagite Most overrated theologian: Augustine Most underrated theologian: John of the Cross The G.O.A.T.: Jesus, the Messiah

Blake is 6 months old today. 1 lb 15 oz when he was born. I didn't know if I'd get to write this. The doctors gave us numbers. Percentages. Statistics. Worst-case scenarios. Blake didn't read the charts. He just fought. Still on oxygen. Still smaller than other babies his age. But that smile? That's not a statistic. That's a miracle with a nasal cannula. To everyone who prayed. Who shared. Who gave. You held our family up when we couldn't hold ourselves. This update is yours too. If you want to keep supporting Blake's journey: The link will be in the next tweet. Every dollar goes straight to his care. But honestly? If all you can do is share this thread, that's enough. More eyes = more prayers = more miracles.

What is our calling as children of God and Image bearers? Is it to be successful? Influential? Winsome and persuasive? Or is it something much more significantly simple? Watch my full discussion with @gavinortlund at piped.video/zqVdJ1uWk74?si=m_tm….

A man said "I accept Jesus Christ" on his deathbed. The church asked if he really meant it. I need to ask you something. When did we become the gatekeepers of grace? I've watched Christians dissect Scott Adams' final words like prosecutors. They parsed his phrases. They weighed his tone. They measured his faith against some invisible scale and found it wanting. "That doesn't sound like surrender," they said. "That sounds like a man hedging his bets." And I understand the instinct. I do. But there's a verse that haunts me. Not because it's obscure—because it's too simple. "Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." (Romans 10:13) Whosoever. Not "whosoever truly believes in their heart of hearts." Not "whosoever demonstrates sufficient sincerity." Not "whosoever calls early enough in life that we trust their motives." Whosoever. The moment we add prerequisites to that promise, we've traded the Gospel for religion. We've smuggled works back in through the side door labeled "authentic faith." I know what some of you are thinking. But he admitted he wasn't a believer. He talked about "risk and reward." He said he hoped he'd "qualify." Yes. He did. And those words make us uncomfortable. They don't sound like the confident declarations we want from converts. They sound uncertain. Calculating. Human. But here's what I need you to hear: The thief on the cross didn't have time to develop mature theology either. He was a criminal. Hours from death. He looked at Jesus and said, "Lord, remember me when you come into your kingdom." That's it. No profession of belief in the resurrection. No renunciation of his former life. No evidence of transformed character. Just a desperate man, reaching for a hand he wasn't sure would take his. And Jesus said, "Today you will be with me in paradise." We have a problem, and it's not Scott Adams. It's us. We've internalized a law that God never gave us. A natural sense of fairness that says late arrivals should get less. That deathbed conversions are suspicious. That the math should somehow work out—more faith, more years, more sacrifice equals more standing before God. Jesus told a parable about this. We skip over it because it offends us. A landowner hired workers throughout the day. Some came at dawn. Some at noon. Some showed up with one hour left. At the end, he paid them all the same. The early workers were furious. "These who were hired last worked only one hour, and you have made them equal to us who have borne the burden of the work and the heat of the day." (Matthew 20:12) And the landowner replied: "I am not being unfair to you, friend. Didn't you agree to work for a denarius? Don't I have the right to do what I want with my own money? Or are you envious because I am generous?" There it is. The scandal of grace is that it feels unfair. A man who mocked God for sixty years gets the same inheritance as the saint who served since childhood. A skeptic who hedged his bets at the last breath stands in the same kingdom as the martyr who gave everything. And something in us recoils. That's not grace rejecting us. That's us rejecting grace. Let me tell you what I see when Christians interrogate a dead man's faith. I see the older brother standing outside the party, refusing to go in. The prodigal came home reeking of pig filth and poor decisions. The father ran to him. Threw a robe on his back. Killed the fattened calf. And the older brother? "Look! All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!" (Luke 15:29-30) He couldn't celebrate the return because he was too busy auditing the journey. Sound familiar? Here's the truth we don't want to face: We can't see hearts. We can only see words. And the words Scott Adams spoke were: "I accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior." Were they perfect? No. Were they confident? No. Were they the words we would have scripted? No. But they were the words. And the God who receives those words is not checking for tone. He's not running sentiment analysis. He's not grading on a curve. He's looking for open hands. Paul wrote something that lands differently now: "Who are you to judge someone else's servant? To their own master, servants stand or fall. And they will stand, for the Lord is able to make them stand." (Romans 14:4) Scott Adams was not our servant to judge. He answered to his own Master. And the Lord is able—able—to make him stand. That's not my promise. That's Scripture's promise. The question is whether we'll submit to it. I know why we do this. I know why we parse and weigh and question. Because if grace is really this free, then we didn't earn our place either. If the deathbed convert gets in, then our decades of service weren't the price of admission. They were the privilege of knowing Him longer. And that reframes everything. It means the faith we've built isn't a resume. It's a relationship. It means our years weren't buying something. They were receiving something. It means we were never the workers earning a wage. We were always the prodigals coming home. So did Scott Adams get saved? I don't know. But I know what the Scripture says. Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved. I know what Jesus promised the thief who had nothing to offer but a desperate plea. I know what the father did when his son came crawling home with a rehearsed speech that never even got finished. And I know what the landowner said to the workers who were angry that grace didn't do math the way they wanted. "Are you envious because I am generous?" The gate is narrow, but it's not locked. The standard is high, but it's not ours to enforce. The Judge is holy, but He is also the one who ran to meet the prodigal while he was still a long way off. Stop auditing the dead. Start marveling at the grace that let you in. "Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." Whosoever. Even him. Even you. What saith the Scriptures? That's the only question that matters.

The question “Why did God allow this?” is the wrong first question Scripture rarely answers why at the causal level we want. What Scripture does answer is, “What kind of faithfulness is required of you here?” Job never receives the “why.” Peter is never told the future. Paul is given a thorn, not an explanation. Instead, each is told how to walk rightly under God’s hidden will. “The secret things belong to the LORD our God, but the things that are revealed belong to us… that we may do all the words of this law.” (Deut. 29:29) You are not being asked to decode providence. You are being asked to obey in the light you have. The question God is actually asking you, “Will you trust Me enough to act righteously even if the outcome hurts?” That is the question every mature believer must eventually answer.

For the mature in Christ, James may be the most important epistle in scripture. Reconciled with those of Paul, it lights a balanced path with our Lord, Jesus. “Perfect Law of Liberty,” such a small rudder.

Seek and ye shall find.

No awards given out by man holds any particular lofty moral authority. Even the Nobel Prize for Peace is farcical. The Prize is nothing more than guilt monies. There were no Nobel Peace Prizes handed out in 1914, 1915 and 1916 because the Alfred Nobel family business made its fortune making Dynamite and were busy making money off the slaughter of millions of people. The only real prize worthy of worship, is believing in Jesus Christ and accepting Him as your Lord and Savior.

To know a Love beyond knowledge, express a Joy unspeakable, and experience a Peace beyond understanding is true metanoia. All the theologizing in the world can’t overcome it. Seek the Christ, Jesus and love him with first your heart, then soul, mind, and strength. He is Lord.

The final act of salvation isn’t the cross. It’s the resurrection.

Wicked people will never get it. God will raise up 100 Charlie Kirks. They have made Charlie a symbol of fearlessness in the face of unrighteousness.

Mankind’s role/job/responsibility as the image of God on earth has never been rescinded. It’s a matter of heeding the call. Ontology trumps Essential Determinism.

There were 120 priest who couldn’t stand because of God’s glory at Solomon’s dedication of the temple and 120 persons in the upper room when the Holy Spirit came down, a mighty rushing wind, causing the faithful to act as if drunk. Does this mean anything or is it a coincidence?

In life’s game of Hearts, it is the fruit of the Spirit that trumps all other cards.