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  • The Only Opinion That Ultimately Matters

    “For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.” — 1 John 3:20

    Someone once shared a thought that has stayed with me:

    “Sometimes maturing in Christ means letting people believe things about you that aren’t true, remaining quiet, and trusting God to defend you.”

    That isn’t always easy.

    Everything inside us wants to explain ourselves, defend our motives, and make sure everyone knows our side of the story.

    Sometimes that’s appropriate.

    Paul defended his ministry. Jesus answered honest questions. Scripture never teaches us to remain silent in every situation.

    But it does teach us that there comes a point where our confidence must rest in something greater than public opinion.

    I’ve often said:

    “What God knows about me is infinitely more important than what people think or say about me.”

    Think about David.

    As he fled Jerusalem, Shimei cursed him, threw stones at him, and publicly accused him. David’s soldiers wanted to silence the man immediately.

    David refused.

    Instead, he entrusted his reputation to God.

    Think about Jesus.

    He was called a deceiver, a blasphemer, demon possessed, and a friend of sinners. Many of the accusations He simply allowed to stand unanswered because His mission was greater than winning the court of public opinion.

    The older I get, the more I realize that maturity isn’t learning how to win every argument.

    It’s learning which ones don’t need to be won.

    If every misunderstanding demands an explanation…

    If every criticism demands a rebuttal…

    If every accusation demands a defense…

    We’ll spend our lives trying to manage our image instead of cultivating our character.

    That doesn’t mean we ignore godly correction. In fact, mature believers should welcome correction when it’s true.

    But false assumptions, rumors, and misunderstandings are different.

    Sometimes the greatest act of faith is quietly continuing to live a life of integrity and allowing time—and God—to reveal the truth.

    One day, none of us will stand before our critics.

    We won’t stand before Facebook.

    We won’t stand before our friends.

    We won’t stand before those who misunderstood us.

    We will stand before God.

    And on that day, what He knows about us will matter infinitely more than what anyone ever thought or said about us.

    So don’t spend your life chasing the approval of people.

    Pursue the approval of the One who already knows your heart.

    Final Word

    Your reputation is what people believe about you.

    Your character is who you are when only God sees.

    Invest more energy in your character than your reputation.

  • A Matter of Perspective

    Over the past few days, I’ve shared my thoughts regarding a controversy that has generated no shortage of opinions.

    Some have agreed.

    Others have strongly disagreed.

    That’s okay.

    I’ve said what I believe Scripture requires me to say, and I don’t intend to continue debating it.

    But as I’ve reflected on the discussion, my thoughts have drifted toward something much bigger.

    Perspective.

    Jesus never promised His followers an easy road.

    In fact, He promised the opposite.

    “If the world hates you, you know that it hated Me before it hated you.” (John 15:18)

    “You will be hated by all for My name’s sake.” (Matthew 10:22)

    When I read the New Testament, I don’t find men demanding respect.

    I find men enduring suffering.

    Peter was beaten, imprisoned, and according to Josephus, crucified upside down.

    Paul was imprisoned, stoned, shipwrecked, falsely accused, and ultimately executed.

    James gave his life.

    John was exiled.

    The early church didn’t spend its energy debating whether someone had crossed a street.

    They were crossing prison thresholds.

    They weren’t arguing over insults.

    They were burying martyrs.

    Around our world today, many Christians gather in secret because public worship could cost them their freedom—or their lives.

    Pastors are imprisoned.

    Churches are burned.

    Believers are beaten.

    Some are killed simply because they refuse to deny the name of Jesus.

    When I step back and consider that reality, I’m reminded how blessed we are.

    And I’m reminded how careful we should be.

    Because the true battle has never been about protecting our pride.

    It has always been about remaining faithful to Christ.

    The apostles didn’t conquer the world because they were willing to throw punches.

    They conquered it because they were willing to carry crosses.

    The Kingdom of God has never advanced through personal retaliation.

    It has advanced through sacrificial love, steadfast conviction, unwavering faithfulness, and countless believers who chose obedience over self-preservation.

    Because we follow a Savior who conquered the world, not by calling down twelve legions of angels, but by stretching out His hands on a cross.

    He possessed all authority in heaven and on earth.

    He could have summoned angels.

    He could have silenced His accusers.

    He could have destroyed those who mocked Him.

    Instead, He endured.

    He forgave.

    He overcame evil with good.

    That’s the perspective that makes Romans 12 make sense.

    Without the cross, “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good” sounds impractical.

    In light of the cross, it becomes the defining characteristic of Christian discipleship.

    If I am to call myself a follower of Christ, then His response—not my emotions, not public opinion, not culture, and not even my own sense of justice—must remain my highest standard.

    Whether someone agrees or disagrees with my conclusions about a particular event isn’t nearly as important as this:

    When history remembers the Church of our generation, will it remember us for defending ourselves…

    …or for faithfully representing Christ?

    That’s the question I’ll continue asking myself long after this controversy has faded from the headlines.

  • The Lesson Beneath the Lessons

    “Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things: But one thing is needful…” — Luke 10:41-42

    Over the past few weeks, we’ve reflected on David’s years in the pasture before the palace. We’ve talked about waiting seasons, clearing the rubble, staying on the wall, looking back, the Cabinetmaker reshaping old wood into a new purpose, and Joseph waiting for years, forgotten in a prison cell by those who swore they wouldn’t forget.

    At first, they felt like individual reflections. Different passages. Different people. Different circumstances.

    But the more I prayed over them, the more I realized they weren’t separate lessons at all.

    They were all leading me to the same place.

    Then today, Martha entered the conversation.

    I’ve read the story of Mary and Martha countless times. Like many people, I always assumed Jesus was simply reminding us to spend time with Him instead of becoming consumed with work.

    But this time, I noticed something different.

    Jesus never rebuked Martha for serving.

    He rebuked her because her service had become anxiety.

    “Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things…”

    The meal wasn’t the problem.

    Serving wasn’t the problem.

    The problem was that somewhere along the way, Martha had begun measuring the moment by what she was doing for Jesus instead of simply being with Him.

    If I’m honest…

    I see a lot of Martha in myself.

    There was a season of my life when I was working full-time in a maximum-security penitentiary while serving as a high school Sunday School teacher, youth minister, and outreach director—all while trying to build a marriage and start a family.

    Looking back, people probably thought I was completely sold out to God.

    Maybe I was.

    But I also know there were seasons when I became so busy working for God that I wasn’t walking with Him the way I should have been.

    And that’s a difficult sentence to write.

    It’s even more difficult because I know I’m not the only one.

    Churches often celebrate the busiest people among us.

    The ones carrying multiple ministries.
    The ones who are always available.
    The ones who never seem to stop.

    And if we’re not careful, we begin measuring ourselves the same way.

    We feel valuable when we’re useful.
    We feel needed when we’re busy.
    We feel significant when we’re carrying responsibility.

    Then God changes the assignment.

    A ministry slows.
    A door closes.
    A title disappears.
    The phone stops ringing.

    Suddenly we’re forced to wrestle with a question we never expected to ask:

    If nobody ever gives me another title, another position, or another ministry responsibility… am I still valuable?

    I’d like to tell you that’s an easy question.

    It isn’t.

    Because for many of us, our identity quietly became intertwined with our assignment.

    As I looked back over everything we’ve been writing lately, I realized God has been whispering the same lesson over and over again.

    David wasn’t anointed and immediately escorted to the palace.

    He went back to the pasture.

    Moses spent forty years tending sheep before leading a nation.

    Joseph spent years in prison before standing in Pharaoh’s court.

    Even Jesus spent thirty years in relative obscurity before three years of public ministry.

    The pattern is impossible to ignore.

    All roads seem to lead through the pasture before they lead to the palace.

    But perhaps the pasture isn’t simply preparation for the palace.

    Perhaps the pasture is where we learn that the Shepherd is the prize.

    Without the pasture, David never writes, “The Lord is my Shepherd.”

    Without the waiting, we never discover that God’s presence is enough.

    Maybe that’s what Jesus was inviting Martha into.

    Not less service.
    Greater intimacy.

    Not abandoning responsibility.
    Reordering her priorities.

    Because before we’re teachers…
    Before we’re singers…
    Before we’re pastors…
    Before we’re leaders…
    Before we’re writers…

    We’re sons and daughters.

    Assignments change.
    Titles come and go.
    Platforms rise and fall.

    But our identity in Christ never changes.

    Perhaps the greatest lesson of the waiting season is discovering that our value was never found in our assignment, but in our relationship with the Shepherd.

    I’m still learning that.

    In fact, I suspect that’s exactly what this waiting season has been teaching me all along.

    Maybe the waiting season isn’t an interruption.

    Maybe it is the assignment.

    Maybe God is gently reminding us that before He asks us to do something for Him, He simply invites us to be with Him.

    The palace made David known to Israel.

    The pasture made David known to God.

    And before God entrusts us with influence, He often invites us into intimacy with Him.

    And perhaps that’s the lesson beneath all the lessons I’ve been writing lately… without even realizing it.

  • “A Higher Standard: When Loyalty and Scripture Collide”

    “A Higher Standard: When Loyalty and Scripture Collide”

    I know this post may ruffle feathers.

    It may cost me relationships.

    Some will disagree with me, and that’s their right.

    But there are times when remaining silent would trouble my conscience more than speaking.

    Over the past few days, I’ve watched the discussion surrounding the incident involving Rev. Tony Spell. I’ve listened to the explanations. I’ve read the comments. I’ve watched the longer video. I’ve tried to understand both sides of the argument.

    And after doing so, my spirit remains grieved.

    Before I go any further, let me be transparent.

    I was raised in Apostolic Pentecost. I’ve attended Apostolic churches for more than five decades. I love the Apostolic message. I am not writing as a critic looking for faults in the movement. I’m writing as someone who considers himself part of it.

    I fully understand the claims that the individual involved had allegedly harassed Pastor Spell, his family, and members of his congregation for years.

    If that is true, it is wrong.

    It is sinful.

    It is inexcusable.

    But the question before us is not whether the alleged harassment was wrong.

    The question is whether the response was appropriate for a minister of the Gospel.

    Those are not the same question.

    What has troubled me most is not the incident itself.

    What has troubled me most is the number of Christians defending it.

    I have seen people compare this to Jesus cleansing the Temple.

    I respectfully disagree.

    Jesus cleansing the Temple was not a personal dispute. It was not retaliation. It was not settling a score with someone who had offended Him. It was a prophetic act against corruption in God’s house.

    The same Jesus who overturned tables also allowed Himself to be mocked, falsely accused, beaten, and crucified without retaliation.

    As ministers and Christians, we cannot build our theology around one moment of righteous indignation while ignoring a lifetime of teaching on forgiveness, self-control, mercy, and loving our enemies.

    In fact, I keep finding myself drawn back to Paul’s words in Romans 12:

    “Repay no one evil for evil. Have regard for good things in the sight of all men. If it is possible, as much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men. Beloved, do not avenge yourselves, but rather give place to wrath; for it is written, ‘Vengeance is Mine, I will repay,’ says the Lord.”

    Those words are not written for people who are being treated fairly.

    They are written for people who have been wronged.

    They are written for people who have been insulted, mistreated, falsely accused, provoked, and hurt.

    Paul does not tell believers that evil is acceptable.

    He does not tell them to pretend wrongdoing never happened.

    But he does tell them that vengeance belongs to God.

    That is precisely what makes these verses so difficult.

    Anyone can be gracious when treated kindly.

    The true test of Christian character is how we respond when we are treated unjustly.

    The question is not whether someone was provoked.

    The question is whether the response reflected the teachings of Christ.

    As believers—and especially as ministers of the Gospel—we are called not merely to avoid evil, but to overcome evil with good.

    Perhaps what troubles me most is that many of the same people defending this behavior would condemn it if it involved a church member, a politician they disliked, or someone from another denomination.

    Our standards should not change based on who commits the act.

    A person’s title does not make an action righteous.

    Being a pastor does not place someone above accountability.

    In fact, Scripture teaches the opposite.

    Pastors are called to a higher standard, not a lower one.

    You may disagree with me, and that’s okay.

    But I cannot watch this unfold, watch Christians celebrate it, and pretend that I am not deeply troubled by what I have seen.

    I pray for everyone involved.

    I pray for truth.

    I pray for healing.

    And I pray that we never become so loyal to personalities that we lose our commitment to biblical principles.

    Because in the end, the question is not whether someone was provoked.

    The question is whether we are willing to hold ourselves—and those we admire—to the same standard Scripture requires of everyone else.

    “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”
    Romans 12:21

  • Looking Back

    Looking Back

    “Remember Lot’s wife.” — Luke 17:32

    Those three words from Jesus have always fascinated me.

    Out of all the people and stories He could have referenced, Jesus pointed His listeners back to a woman whose name we don’t even know.

    Most people focus on what she did.

    She looked back.

    But I wonder if the deeper issue wasn’t where her eyes were focused.

    Perhaps it was where her heart remained.

    Genesis tells us that God was delivering Lot and his family from Sodom before judgment fell upon the city. The angels urged them to flee and gave a simple instruction:

    “Escape for your life. Do not look behind you.”

    Yet somewhere along the journey, Lot’s wife turned and looked back.

    Why?

    Scripture doesn’t tell us.

    Perhaps she missed her home.

    Perhaps she missed friends and memories.

    Perhaps she simply feared the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

    Whatever the reason, her heart was still connected to something God had called her to leave behind.

    The older I get, the more I realize that many of us are not trapped by sinful places.

    We’re trapped by familiar ones.

    We become comfortable in seasons that were once exactly where God wanted us to be… but are no longer where He is leading us. Hu

    Sometimes it’s a ministry.
    Sometimes it’s a job.
    Sometimes it’s a group of friends.
    Sometimes it’s a dream we have carried for decades.

    We know God is leading us forward, but part of us keeps looking over our shoulder.

    Not because the past was evil.

    But because it was known.

    The future is not.

    I remember nearly thirty years ago when I stepped away from teaching the youth class in McAlester.

    The hardest part wasn’t laying down the responsibility.

    The hardest part was not looking back.

    That season had shaped me.

    I loved those students.
    I loved the ministry.
    I loved what God had done there.

    But eventually I had to learn that following God sometimes means leaving a season you loved in order to embrace one you cannot yet see.

    Abraham left Ur.
    Moses left Midian.
    David left the pasture.
    The disciples left their nets, tax booth, and fig tree.

    None of them were given a complete roadmap.

    They were simply asked to trust God enough to take the next step. And often, the next step didn’t make sense until years later.

    Perhaps that’s why this story still speaks so powerfully today.

    Many of us are asking God for clarity about the future while secretly wishing He would restore the past.

    We want the old ministry.
    The old relationships.
    The old opportunities.
    The old version of ourselves.

    But what if God is not trying to recreate what was?

    What if He is trying to create something new?

    What if looking back isn’t always longing for our past life?

    What if sometimes it’s refusing to believe God can do something different in the future?

    That question has challenged me deeply.

    Because every season of life eventually ends.

    Children grow up.
    Careers change.
    Ministries evolve.
    Doors close.
    Dreams shift.

    The question isn’t whether seasons will change.

    The question is whether we will trust God when they do.

    Lot’s wife teaches us that there is danger in living with our feet pointed toward God’s future while our hearts remain anchored in yesterday.

    The past can be honored.
    The lessons can be remembered.
    The memories can be cherished.

    But they cannot become our destination.

    God never calls us backward.

    He always calls us forward.

    Final Word:

    Maybe the question isn’t:

    “What am I looking back at?”

    Maybe the better question is:

    “Do I trust God enough to believe that what lies ahead may be different from the past… and still be exactly where He wants me to be?”

    After all, it’s hard to move forward while you’re looking back.

  • Truth Be Told…

    Father’s Day has always been a difficult day for me.

    I lost my father in 1985… and the man who stepped in and helped raise me only three years later.

    So when I see little boys & young men sitting beside their fathers in church, I notice.

    When I see men my age spending Father’s Day with their dads, I notice.

    When I see fathers and sons fishing together, working together, or simply sharing life together, I notice.

    And if I’m being honest, there have been times when Father’s Day brought more sadness than celebration.

    But Saturday, I spent several hours with my son, now 18.

    We talked about everything and nothing.

    Life. Family. Work. Memories. The future.

    As I drove home, a line from an old song kept replaying in my mind:

    “It may have a new perspective, on a different day.”

    Maybe that’s what growing older does.

    It doesn’t erase the losses.

    It doesn’t give back the years.

    But it helps you see the story differently.

    Yesterday, I found myself looking at three photographs.

    My father.

    The man who helped raise me.

    And my son.

    For the first time, I wasn’t focused on what had been lost.

    I was focused on what had been passed down.

    The legacy of two very different men lives on in me.

    And part of their legacy—combined with mine—lives on in my son.

    Father’s Day still carries a measure of sadness.

    I suspect it always will.

    But today, it carries gratitude too.

    And that’s a different perspective than I had on another day.

  • Different Perspective on a Different Day

    Different Perspective on a Different Day

    Yesterday, I listened to a song I’ve heard for decades. Or so I thought.

    Like most people, I knew the chorus. What I didn’t know very well were the verses.

    As I listened, one line stopped me in my tracks:

    “It may have a new perspective, on a different day.”

    The older I get, the more I realize that some of life’s deepest truths are hidden in those few words…

    Father’s Day always brings two men to mind.

    My Daddy, Raymond James, gave me life and made sacrifices and decisions for his children that no parent should ever have to make. The older I get, the more I appreciate the weight he carried and the decisions he was forced to make. I am grateful for him every day.

    The second was Dad, my Uncle Stanford Gaylor.

    What was supposed to be a temporary arrangement became a lifetime commitment. When my sister and I had nowhere else to go, he opened his home, his heart, and his wallet without hesitation.

    He taught me lessons that have stayed with me for more than fifty years.

    He taught me that gentleness is not weakness.

    He taught me that a man’s strength is measured more by how often he kneels before God than how loudly he stands before men.

    He taught me that hard work matters, even when nobody notices.

    He taught me that you never turn away someone in need because one day you may need the same grace yourself.

    He taught me to slow down and see God’s handiwork in nature, and that fishing was never really about the fish.

    As I reflect on Father’s Day, I also find myself thinking about my own journey as a father.

    Like most fathers, I have moments I treasure and moments I wish I could do over. There were seasons when distance, circumstances, and some of my own decisions created challenges in my relationship with my son. Looking back, there are things I see more clearly now than I did then.

    But yesterday I spent several hours with Tommy. We talked about everything and nothing. Life, work, family, memories, and a hundred other subjects. As I listened to him, I realized once again how grateful I am to be his father.

    Fatherhood has taught me that we don’t have to be perfect to love deeply. We don’t have to get everything right to keep showing up. And sometimes God’s grace is found not only in raising children, but in the opportunity to keep growing alongside them.

    Neither man who raised me was perfect. And neither am I.

    But both left fingerprints on the man I became, and I pray that I have left some good fingerprints on the man my son is becoming.

    Today, I thank God for all of it.

    Happy Father’s Day, Daddy and Dad. I love you, and I look forward to seeing you again someday.

  • Give Me Truth

    “Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.”
    — Henry David Thoreau

    Truth sounds noble… until it costs you something.

    It’s easy to praise truth when it’s inspirational.

    It’s much harder when truth isolates you, threatens your comfort, damages your reputation, or costs you relationships.

    Biblical truth has always carried a price tag.

    Ask Noah.

    The man spent decades building an ark while the world mocked him as irrational and extreme. Yet the flood still came.

    Ask Elijah.

    One prophet standing against hundreds was declared a troublemaker and hunted by a king and queen because he refused to bow to a culture built on compromise.

    Ask Jeremiah.

    He loved his nation enough to tell them the truth, and they answered by throwing him into a pit.

    Ask John the Baptist.

    He lost his head because he refused to soften the truth about sin for the sake of political favor.

    Ask the apostles.

    Most of them died not because they were violent men, but because they would not deny what they had seen and heard about Jesus Christ.

    And ultimately, ask Jesus Himself.

    Truth was nailed to a cross by people who claimed to love God while rejecting the very Word standing in front of them.

    The cost of truth did not end at Calvary.

    Throughout history, men and women have continued to pay a price for refusing to abandon what they knew to be true.

    Dietrich Bonhoeffer stood against the lies and evil of Nazi Germany, fully aware that his convictions could cost him his freedom—and ultimately his life.

    Today, believers in parts of Africa gather for worship despite threats of violence, imprisonment, and death. Some have watched churches burn and loved ones suffer because they refused to deny Christ.

    In China and other restrictive nations, Christians continue meeting in underground churches, knowing that obedience may carry consequences most of us have never faced.

    Even in societies that celebrate freedom, standing on biblical convictions can carry a cost. Careers may be affected. Friendships may be strained. Reputations may suffer. The pressure is often less about denying Christ outright and more about remaining silent when His truth becomes unpopular.

    The forms may change.

    The cost remains.

    Every generation is eventually faced with the same question:

    What am I willing to lose in order to remain faithful to the truth?

    That’s the part modern culture often ignores:

    Truth is rarely hated when it’s vague.

    Truth becomes dangerous when it becomes specific.

    The world doesn’t mind spirituality that never confronts sin.

    It doesn’t mind Christianity that never requires repentance.

    It doesn’t mind churches that entertain but never convict.

    But biblical truth?

    Truth that calls people to surrender?

    Truth that challenges pride, lust, greed, hatred, hypocrisy, and self-worship?

    That kind of truth has always been costly.

    And yet, throughout history, every revival, every awakening, and every genuine move of God was built on men and women who decided truth mattered more than acceptance.

    John 8:32 (NKJV)

    “And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”

    Notice:

    Jesus never said truth would make us comfortable.

    He said it would make us free.

    Final Word

    We live in a generation that often values comfort over conviction, platform over principle, and feelings over truth.

    Yet every generation has faced its own test.

    Noah faced it.

    Jeremiah faced it.

    John the Baptist faced it.

    Bonhoeffer faced it.

    Persecuted believers face it today.

    And now the question comes to us.

    Do I want truth badly enough to accept the cost that comes with it?

    Because truth will demand something from all of us.

    But truth offers something compromise never can:

    Freedom.

    “And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.” (John 8:32)

    Truth may be costly, but the price of abandoning it is always higher.

  • A Building Worth Saving

    A Building Worth Saving

    Last summer while visiting Wyoming, I found myself standing in front of three old buildings.

    All three were historic.
    All three had survived for more than a century.
    Yet each one told a very different story.

    The first building, in Saratoga, showed the effects of years of neglect. The paint was gone. Windows were broken. Parts of the structure appeared abandoned. While there was likely still a solid framework underneath, it was clear that extensive work would be required if the building was to remain standing for future generations.

    The second building, in Cheyenne, was in the middle of restoration. Construction chutes hung from upper windows. Workers were removing debris accumulated through decades of wear and deterioration. Exposed brick revealed scars hidden behind newer coverings. It wasn’t beautiful yet, but something important was happening.

    The third building, also in Cheyenne, had already undergone a complete restoration. Built in 1887, it had been carefully rebuilt and modernized while preserving its original character. The roof, plumbing, electrical systems, and mechanical infrastructure had all been replaced or upgraded. The historic details remained, but everything necessary for the future had been renewed.

    Standing there, I realized I wasn’t just looking at buildings.

    I was looking at people.

    I was looking at myself.

    And perhaps I was looking at you.

    Some people are living in the first building.

    Not because they intended to end up there.

    No one plans to neglect their relationship with God.

    It happens slowly.

    A prayer skipped here.
    A compromise accepted there.
    A neglected Bible.
    An ignored conviction.
    A growing distance from the things that once mattered.

    Years later, they look around and wonder how they drifted so far.

    The structure is still standing, but the signs of neglect are becoming difficult to ignore.

    Others are living in the second building.

    God has begun the restoration process.

    The old habits are being removed.
    The hidden issues are being exposed.
    The debris is being carried away.

    Yet this stage can be frustrating because it often looks worse before it looks better.

    Walls come down.

    Scars become visible.

    Things long hidden are suddenly exposed to the light.

    Many people become discouraged during this season because they mistake the mess of construction for failure.

    But demolition is often the first evidence that restoration has begun.

    You don’t remove damaged materials because the building is worthless.

    You remove them because the building is worth saving.

    Then there are those living in the third building.

    Not perfect.

    Not without history.

    Not pretending the damage never happened.

    But restored.

    Renewed.

    Useful once again.

    The interesting thing about restored buildings is that many still bear evidence of the years they endured. Certain marks remain. Certain scars can still be found if you know where to look.

    The same is true in our walk with God.

    The Lord does not erase our testimony.

    He redeems it.

    The failures become lessons.

    The wounds become wisdom.

    The scars become reminders of His grace.

    When God looks at a broken life, He does not see a condemned structure waiting for demolition.

    He sees a masterpiece worth restoring.

    He sees what can be rebuilt.

    He sees what can be redeemed.

    And perhaps the most encouraging truth is this:

    The restored building was not saved because it was already beautiful.

    It was restored because someone saw value in it when others might have only seen a teardown.

    That is exactly what God has done for every one of us.

    The question is not whether you have damage.

    The question is which building best describes where you are today.

    The neglected one?

    The one under construction?

    Or the one that stands as evidence of what the Master Builder can do?

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    Final Word

    God never asked us to restore ourselves. He simply asks us to place our lives in His hands. Whether you’re barely standing, surrounded by the dust of renovation, or walking in the beauty of restoration, the Master Builder is still at work.

  • Scripture Is Not About Me… But It Still Reveals Me

    Scripture Is Not About Me… But It Still Reveals Me

    Yesterday, we talked about James describing God’s Word as a mirror.

    That thought sparked some interesting discussion.

    One person commented that the Bible is written so we can see Christ and follow God—not so we can see ourselves.

    In one sense, I completely agree.

    The Bible is not primarily a self-help book. It is the revelation of God. From Genesis to Revelation, Scripture points us to God’s character, God’s promises, God’s mercy, God’s judgment, and ultimately God’s plan of redemption through Jesus Christ.

    Christ is the center of Scripture.

    But I think we can make a mistake if we stop there.

    If Scripture reveals Christ, and Christ exposes what is in my heart, then self-examination becomes unavoidable.

    Throughout the Bible, we find people who encountered God and immediately became aware of themselves.

    When Isaiah saw the Lord high and lifted up, his first response was not to analyze the sins of the nation around him. He cried, “Woe is me! for I am undone.”

    When Peter witnessed the miraculous catch of fish, he fell at Jesus’ feet and said, “Depart from me; for I am a sinful man, O Lord.”

    At the Last Supper, when Jesus told the disciples that one of them would betray Him, they did not immediately begin pointing fingers. Instead, one by one, they asked, “Lord, is it I?”

    In every case, seeing God more clearly caused them to see themselves more clearly.

    That is why James compares God’s Word to a mirror.

    A mirror does not create flaws.

    A mirror reveals what is already there.

    The purpose of Scripture is not to make me the hero of the story. The purpose of Scripture is to reveal God. Yet when God is revealed, I begin to see myself honestly.

    We do not read David so we can pretend we are David.

    We do not read Esau so we can condemn Esau.

    We do not read Peter simply to admire Peter.

    These men often become mirrors.

    David reveals the heart of repentance.

    Esau reveals the danger of placing temporary desires above eternal blessings.

    Peter reveals how quickly passion can outrun wisdom.

    Judas reveals that it is possible to be near Jesus while withholding complete surrender.

    The goal is not identification.

    The goal is transformation.

    The question is not, “Which Bible character am I?”

    The better question is, “Lord, what are You showing me that needs to change?”

    That question requires humility.

    It is easy to read about the Pharisees and see someone else.

    It is easy to read about Judas and think of someone else’s betrayal.

    It is easy to read about Esau and think of someone else’s poor choices.

    It is much harder to ask whether traces of those same attitudes might exist in our own hearts.

    Yet that is often where real growth begins.

    The closer we draw to God, the less interested we become in evaluating everyone else and the more willing we become to examine ourselves.

    Perhaps that is why the disciples’ question still echoes through Scripture.

    Not, “Lord, is it him?”

    Not, “Lord, is it her?”

    Not, “Lord, is it them?”

    But, “Lord, is it I?”

    When we open God’s Word, may we see Christ more clearly than ever before.

    And in His light, may we have the courage to see ourselves honestly as well.