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  • The Heavens Are Still Declaring

    “The heavens declare the glory of God;
    And the firmament shows His handiwork.”
    —Psalm 19:1, NKJV

    I have always been a sucker for sunrises, sunsets, and long walks through nature. There is something about watching the darkness surrender to the first light of morning—or seeing the sky set ablaze before evening settles in—that makes me stop and pay attention.

    David looked into the heavens and recognized more than beauty. He saw a declaration. The skies were not merely displaying color; they were revealing craftsmanship. Creation was bearing witness to its Creator.

    Thousands of years later, the heavens are still declaring. The question is whether we are still paying attention.

    Over the years, I have watched the sun rise and set from both the eastern and western shores. I have witnessed the majesty of morning and evening while driving through the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee and North Carolina, the Appalachians of West Virginia, the Ozarks of Missouri and Arkansas, the wide-open plains of Kansas and Nebraska, the High Plains of Wyoming, the Sierra Madre and Medicine Bow Mountains, the hills of Oklahoma, and the Texas Hill Country.

    I have stood beneath the unmistakable presence of Devils Tower rising from the Wyoming landscape. I have watched the sky change colors along the Gulf Coast in Galveston and Pensacola, beside the ocean in Mexico and Puerto Rico, and from the deck of a cruise ship with nothing but water stretching toward the horizon. I have stood before the grandeur of Niagara Falls, listened to the peaceful music of more babbling brooks than I could ever count, and lain on my back in a hay meadow watching a lightning storm illuminate the darkness above me.

    I have wandered across open prairies, ventured through forests so thick that high noon felt like dusk, and walked trails whose first footsteps have long been forgotten.

    Yet none of it has become ordinary.

    Each sunrise is familiar, but no two are identical. Every mountain, shoreline, forest, and open field possesses a beauty uniquely its own—as though God has lifted His paintbrush once again and created another Yahweh original.

    When I stop and consider the scale of what surrounds us—not merely the earth, but the observable universe—wonder becomes something deeper.

    The numbers alone are almost beyond comprehension. Our Milky Way contains at least 100 billion stars, and the observable universe contains at least 100 billion galaxies. Behind every distant point of light may be something unimaginably immense, separated from us by distances the human mind can calculate but can scarcely comprehend.

    Yet the vastness is not the only remarkable thing. The universe operates according to consistent laws. Planets orbit. Moons revolve. Stars form, burn, and eventually die. Astronomers can calculate eclipses and track the paths of comets because the universe does not behave randomly from one moment to the next. It is dynamic and sometimes violent, but it is also ordered and intelligible.

    Science can observe these movements, measure them, and help us understand the processes involved. I do not see that knowledge as a threat to faith. Learning how something works does not eliminate the question of why it exists—or Who established the laws by which it operates.

    Why is there something rather than nothing? Why is the universe governed by laws that the human mind can discover and understand? Why does creation possess not only function, but also such breathtaking beauty?

    For me, the more I learn about creation, the harder it becomes to regard it as meaningless or accidental. I see order. I see power. I see imagination.

    I see the handiwork of God.

    Then I turn my attention from the vastness above me to the life within me.

    The human body is not one isolated mechanism, but an extraordinary collection of interconnected systems working together. Without conscious instruction, the heart continues beating, the lungs exchange oxygen and carbon dioxide, the immune system identifies threats, damaged tissue begins repairing itself, and the nervous system carries messages between the brain and the rest of the body.

    Consider the human eye. Light enters through the cornea and lens and is focused upon the retina. There, specialized cells respond to light and convert what they receive into signals that travel through the optic nerve to the brain. The brain interprets those signals, and we call the result sight. In a fraction of a moment, we perceive color, movement, distance, depth, light, and shadow.

    And that is only one part of one organ within one system.

    The closer we examine the human body, the more complexity we discover. Every system depends upon others. Each performs its own function while contributing to the life of the whole.

    We do not have to understand every process taking place within us for those processes to continue. We sleep, yet the heart beats. We become distracted, yet the lungs breathe. We suffer an injury, and before we fully comprehend what has happened, the body has already begun responding.

    The psalmist declared:

    “I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”
    —Psalm 139:14, NKJV

    David did not possess our modern understanding of anatomy, but he understood the essential truth: the human body is more than functional. It is wondrous.

    When I consider how intricately life has been formed and how faithfully these systems work together, I see more than biology.

    I see the wisdom of the One who designed it.

    The same interdependence appears throughout the natural world.

    Nothing lives entirely alone.

    Predators help regulate animal populations. Scavengers consume what would otherwise remain, while insects, fungi, and microorganisms continue the work of decomposition, returning nutrients to the soil. Birds and other animals carry seeds far from the plants that produced them, allowing new growth to emerge in places those plants could never have reached by themselves.

    Bees, butterflies, hummingbirds, and countless other pollinators move from blossom to blossom, helping plants reproduce. Those plants then provide fruit, seeds, shelter, and nourishment for still other forms of life.

    Through photosynthesis, plants take in carbon dioxide and use sunlight to produce the energy they need, releasing oxygen in the process. Carbon continually moves through the atmosphere, soil, oceans, plants, animals, and microorganisms in an immense cycle that connects living things across the earth.

    A forest is not merely a collection of trees. A meadow is not simply grass and wildflowers. An ocean is more than an enormous body of water. Each is a living community filled with relationships—some visible, others occurring silently beneath the soil or beyond the reach of the human eye.

    Creation is not always gentle. It bears the scars of decay, disruption, and death. Scripture itself tells us that “the whole creation groans and labors” under the effects of a fallen world.

    And yet, even amid that groaning, life continues to sustain life.

    The seed feeds the bird. The bird carries the seed. The flower feeds the bee. The bee pollinates the flower. What appears at first to be a collection of separate lives is revealed, upon closer examination, to be an intricate web of dependence.

    Once again, I see more than survival.

    I see the wisdom of God woven throughout His creation.

    That conviction was planted in me when I was still a teenager.

    I would listen intently as my childhood pastor, Bro. E. G. Bass, taught from the opening words of Genesis:

    “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.”
    —Genesis 1:1, NKJV

    He would pause over those first five words and begin asking questions.

    When was “the beginning”? How long ago was it? Was it six thousand years ago? One hundred million? Several billion?

    Then he would turn to the following verse:

    “The earth was without form, and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep.”
    —Genesis 1:2, NKJV

    Why was the earth described that way? Why did darkness cover the face of the deep? Had something occurred between those two verses? How much time might have passed before the ordering of creation described in the verses that followed?

    Genesis does not answer those questions.

    Bro. Bass never pretended that it did.

    He acknowledged the age assigned to dinosaur fossils and the ancient sedimentary layers visible throughout the earth. Perhaps, he said, the earth really was several billion years old. He was even willing to consider that the history preceding the world described in the following verses might have been far more extensive—and may have included forms of life about which Scripture gives us no account.

    But he did not build doctrine upon speculation. He was willing to say, “I don’t know,” without believing that an unanswered question threatened either Scripture or the existence of God.

    That lesson stayed with me.

    The Bible does not begin by giving us the date of creation. It begins by identifying its Source. It does not tell us precisely when “the beginning” occurred. It tells us Who was there and what He did:

    God created.

    The age of the earth may be debated. The processes involved may be studied. New discoveries may refine our understanding of its history. But none of those things requires me to surrender my belief in its Creator.

    I do not need the earth to be only six thousand years old for Genesis 1:1 to remain true.

    That is why I do not see science as the enemy of faith.

    Science examines what can be observed. It studies matter, energy, living organisms, and the processes operating throughout the natural world. It helps us understand how stars form, how ecosystems function, how the body fights infection, and how light entering the eye becomes sight.

    Learning how something works does not eliminate its source. Describing a mechanism does not answer the deeper question of meaning.

    The real conflict is not necessarily between faith and science. It is between two fundamentally different understandings of reality. Naturalism begins with the assumption that the material universe is all that exists—that life, consciousness, order, and beauty ultimately require no explanation beyond nature itself. Faith recognizes that creation points beyond itself to the One who gave it existence.

    Still, I want to be honest about what creation can and cannot tell us.

    The beauty of a sunset is not scientific proof of God. A mountain cannot preach the gospel. A flower cannot tell us about the Cross, and the stars cannot explain the empty tomb.

    Creation cannot tell us everything about its Creator.

    But it can tell us to look for Him.

    Paul expressed it this way:

    “For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead.”
    —Romans 1:20, NKJV

    That is also the progression we find in Psalm 19. The psalm begins with the testimony of creation:

    “The heavens declare the glory of God;
    And the firmament shows His handiwork.”

    Then it turns from what God has made to what God has spoken:

    “The law of the LORD is perfect, converting the soul.”
    —Psalm 19:7, NKJV

    The heavens announce that there is glory beyond themselves. Scripture tells us to whom that glory belongs. Creation reveals God’s power and wisdom; His Word reveals His character, His will, and His redemptive purpose.

    So when I watch the first light break across the horizon, stand beneath a mountain, listen to water moving over stones, or look into a night sky filled with stars, I do not see something divine within nature itself. I see nature bearing witness to the One who made it.

    The heavens are still declaring.

    The skies are still displaying His craftsmanship.

    Every sunrise remains another Yahweh original.

    And after all I have witnessed—from the smallest workings of the human body to the immeasurable reaches of the universe—I still return to the Bible’s opening words:

    “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.”

    Creation has never stopped giving its testimony.

    May we never become too hurried, too distracted, or too familiar with it to listen.

    Originally written September 19, 2023. Revised and expanded September 19, 2026.

  • Thirty Pieces At A Time

    Thirty Pieces At A Time

    “Then Jesus spoke to them again, saying, ‘I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.’”
    —John 8:12, NKJV

    A statement appeared in my Facebook feed on Sunday, and I was immediately convicted:

    The sin you refuse to depart from is your thirty pieces of silver. The more you entertain that sin, the more you are trading Jesus for it.

    The wording is severe.

    Perhaps it is supposed to be.

    We have become accustomed to softening difficult truths. We cushion the warning, qualify the consequences, and reassure people that everyone struggles. All of that may be true, but sometimes truth is supposed to hurt. Sometimes the sharpness of conviction is what awakens us from spiritual slumber.

    Jesus could be gentle with the broken, patient with the confused, and compassionate toward those trapped in sin. But He also called religious hypocrites “whitewashed tombs,” “blind guides,” and a “brood of vipers.” He spoke of cutting off a hand and plucking out an eye—not as instructions for physical mutilation, but as deliberately severe language about the danger of tolerated sin.

    Jesus was not cruel, but neither did He make truth comfortable for people who had become comfortable in their compromise.

    The statement about thirty pieces of silver is not directed toward someone who hates their sin, falls, repents, and continues fighting. It confronts the person who has stopped fighting—the professing follower of Jesus who has decided there is something they will not surrender.

    There is a difference between struggling against sin and protecting it.

    There is a difference between falling and arranging to return.

    There is a difference between being tempted and pulling out a chair, setting the table, and inviting temptation to stay.

    The danger is not merely the sin that catches us off guard. It is the sin we entertain, accommodate, excuse, and eventually defend.

    Before the Thirty Pieces

    Judas did not suddenly become a betrayer when the chief priests placed silver in his hand. The betrayal had begun long before that moment.

    John tells us that Judas was already stealing from the disciples’ money box. When Mary poured expensive oil on the feet of Jesus, Judas objected:

    “Why was this fragrant oil not sold for three hundred denarii and given to the poor?”
    —John 12:5, NKJV

    His protest sounded compassionate, but Scripture exposes what was hiding underneath it:

    “This he said, not that he cared for the poor, but because he was a thief, and had the money box; and he used to take what was put in it.”
    —John 12:6, NKJV

    The thirty pieces did not create Judas’s divided loyalty. They revealed it.

    In an earlier reflection, “Divided Loyalties,” we considered the impossibility of following Christ while preserving something within us that refuses His authority. Judas shows us where that division can eventually lead.

    Before there was open betrayal, there had been private theft. Before Judas sold Jesus publicly, he had repeatedly chosen greed privately. One concealed compromise prepared him for another until something that may once have been unthinkable became negotiable.

    That is how tolerated sin works.

    What was once unthinkable becomes negotiable.

    What becomes negotiable eventually becomes permissible.

    What becomes permissible eventually becomes normal.

    And what becomes normal eventually stops producing conviction.

    Public betrayal is often the final expression of a private compromise.

    The Doorway in the Alley

    Yesterday, in “The Same Dark Alley”, I wrote about an image Lisa sent me of a dark alley with light visible at the far end. We saw the same image from two different perspectives.

    Lisa immediately saw the light.

    She saw the destination. No matter how dark the alley became, if we kept our eyes fixed on the light and continued walking toward it, we would eventually make it through.

    I noticed the dangers along the way—the twists, shadows, dark corners, hidden passages, and doorways.

    Both perspectives were true.

    The alley itself is life. Christ is the light at its end. As we travel through life, we encounter temptations, disappointments, wounds, complications, and countless opportunities to become distracted. If we keep our eyes on the Light, He will guide us through.

    But it is easy to take a detour into one of the alley’s dark doorways.

    Most people do not step through such a doorway intending to abandon Christ. It may begin with curiosity. Loneliness. Anger. Wounded pride. The desire for pleasure, relief, approval, or control.

    We tell ourselves we are only stepping aside for a moment. We still intend to follow Jesus. We simply want to investigate something beside the path.

    But once inside, it is easy to become disoriented.

    The deeper we wander, the harder it becomes to remember where the opening was. Our eyes adjust to the darkness. Things that once appeared dangerous begin to look ordinary. Things we would once have immediately rejected begin to appear harmless.

    The enemy does not need us to renounce Jesus at the entrance. He only needs us to step through one doorway and remain there long enough for our eyes to adjust.

    Paul warned:

    “Nor give place to the devil.”
    —Ephesians 4:27, NKJV

    A foothold is not the complete surrender of territory. It is one small place yielded to the enemy.

    But the enemy never intends to remain confined to the small space we initially surrender. He uses that position to press farther inward.

    What begins as a foothold becomes a stronghold.

    What begins as a detour becomes a new direction.

    What begins as something we control eventually takes control of us.

    Judas Walked With the Light

    Judas did not merely walk toward the Light. He walked beside Him.

    He heard Jesus teach. He witnessed miracles. He watched blinded eyes open and the dead raised to life. He traveled, ministered, and prayed alongside the other disciples. Jesus washed his feet and gave him a place at the table.

    Yet proximity to Jesus never became complete surrender to Jesus.

    Somewhere along the alley, money caught Judas’s attention. Perhaps the first theft seemed insignificant. He could take a little from the money box and continue following Jesus. For a while, he may have believed he could accommodate both discipleship and greed.

    But greed became a doorway.

    Once Judas entered it, his spiritual vision began adjusting to the darkness. Stealing became normal. Mary’s worship began to look wasteful. The chief priests began to look like potential business partners. Eventually, betraying Jesus—something he may never have imagined at the beginning—became worth considering for the right price.

    Thirty pieces of silver echoed the value assigned to a slave. Judas did not simply sell Jesus; he valued Him cheaply.

    Every protected sin makes a similar statement about value:

    This pleasure is worth disobeying Him for.

    This resentment is worth withholding forgiveness for.

    This pride is worth resisting correction for.

    This secret is worth weakening my relationship with Him for.

    We would never stand in church and say those words aloud. But deliberate disobedience says them through our choices.

    Sin Changes What We Can See

    Judas may have considered greed his private weakness, but protected sin never remains confined to one compartment of life.

    His greed affected how he viewed Mary’s worship. Because he wanted access to the value of the oil, her sacrifice looked irresponsible. The sin he protected began interpreting what he saw.

    That still happens.

    Pride makes correction look like persecution.

    Bitterness makes mercy look unjust.

    Lust makes boundaries look unreasonable.

    Greed makes generosity look wasteful.

    Resentment makes reconciliation look like weakness.

    The darkness does not always hide what is in front of us. Sometimes it changes the way we see it.

    James described the progression:

    “But each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his own desires and enticed. Then, when desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, brings forth death.”
    —James 1:14–15, NKJV

    The destination visible from the entrance is never the destination sin ultimately has in mind.

    The Light Has Not Moved

    There is mercy even in this severe warning.

    Jesus knew what Judas had done and what he was preparing to do. Yet He still washed Judas’s feet, seated him at the table, and gave him opportunities to turn back.

    Conviction is evidence that the Light is still reaching into the darkness.

    When God puts His finger on something we have been protecting, He is not merely exposing us. He is warning us about what is attempting to destroy us while there is still time to turn around.

    Exposure is not rejection.

    Conviction is an invitation to return.

    Judas eventually returned the silver and admitted that he had betrayed innocent blood. But he carried his remorse back to the religious leaders rather than carrying his sin to Jesus. He discarded the payment, but he did not return to the Savior.

    Peter also became disoriented in the alley. Fear drew him into a dark corner where denying Jesus suddenly appeared safer than confessing Him. But when Jesus looked at Peter, he remembered. He wept, turned, and remained within reach of restoration.

    Both men failed Jesus.

    One turned back toward the Light.

    The other surrendered to the darkness.

    What Are We Choosing?

    Every day, our choices assign value. They reveal what we believe Jesus is worth.

    The question is not merely, “Would I sell Jesus for thirty pieces of silver?” Almost every professing Christian would immediately answer no.

    The harder question is:

    What have I already begun choosing over Him in smaller amounts?

    Because what begins in smaller amounts does not remain small.

    One compromise becomes another. What we entertain, we eventually accommodate. What we accommodate, we begin to protect. What we continually protect begins to claim territory within us.

    And what we repeatedly choose over Jesus will eventually displace Him entirely.

    Judas did not trade Jesus all at once.

    He entered a doorway in the alley and continued walking, one decision at a time.

    Keep your eyes on the Light. Be careful which doors you enter. And if you realize that you have lost your bearings, do not continue deeper simply because you are ashamed that you wandered.

    Turn around.

    The Light is still there.

  • The Same Dark Alley, but We Saw It Differently

    “Let your eyes look straight ahead,
    And your eyelids look right before you.
    Ponder the path of your feet,
    And let all your ways be established.”
    —Proverbs 4:25–26 NKJV

    Friday afternoon, my wife, Lisa, sent me a text.

    She was thinking about the alley behind her workplace and the spiritual picture it presented:

    “Picture me going down the alley behind my work. There are so many opportunities for darkness—things to jump out, distractions, wrong doors, paths to go down. Yet if we stay focused on the straight path, we get to where we are going.”

    “That’s amazingly good,” I replied. “Do you mind if I use that?”

    Then I asked whether she could take a photograph of the alley.

    Her response was immediate:

    “That’s why I sent it to you. I will go get a photo in a few.”

    We both saw the same dark alley.

    But we did not see it in quite the same way.

    Lisa saw the destination at the end. She understood that it remained fully attainable if she ignored the distractions, stayed focused, and continued walking straight ahead.

    I saw the dangers hiding along the way.

    I pictured temptations lurking in the corners, behind the doors, and even in the faces of those we meet.

    Whispered words.

    Tantalizing glimpses.

    Almost-concealed curiosities.

    Things that appear nearly innocent on the surface—things that may not seem especially dangerous to entertain at first.

    But then we open the door.

    We step around the blind corner.

    We venture just a little too far into the darkness.

    And suddenly, we find ourselves entangled in something that proves overwhelmingly difficult to escape.

    Perhaps our different perspectives have been shaped by our different life experiences.

    Lisa was raised by a preacher. She spent much of her life in music and ministry, using her voice to encourage people and point them toward God. Her eyes instinctively look toward the light and say, “Keep going. Stay focused. The destination is still ahead of you.”

    I have lived and worked in some dark places. I have fought demons I never asked for—and more than a few that I voluntarily picked up along the way.

    My experiences have trained me to look toward the shadows and say, “Be careful. Not everything waiting along the path wants you to reach the end.”

    That does not mean Lisa has never encountered darkness, nor does it mean I cannot see the light. We both see the light of God ahead of us. But we perceive the darkness between us and Him very differently.

    She sees the promise of reaching the destination.

    I recognize the dangers attempting to prevent us from getting there.

    And perhaps we need both perspectives.

    We must never underestimate the darkness, but neither can we allow the darkness to make us forget the light.

    The Desire Behind the Door

    Temptation does not usually introduce itself by showing us where it ultimately leads.

    It whispers rather than shouts. It offers a glimpse while concealing the chains farther inside. It presents only enough to awaken our curiosity.

    That is what makes seemingly innocent moments so dangerous. We judge them according to how harmless they appear at the entrance. But the entrance tells us nothing about the depth of the corridor—or how difficult it may be to reopen the door from the other side.

    James makes an important distinction:

    “But each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his own desires and enticed. Then, when desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin.”
    —James 1:14–15 NKJV

    Temptation does not exist entirely outside us.

    The door may be outside, but something inside us wants to know what lies behind it. The whispered word gains power because some part of our flesh wants to hear it. The glimpse becomes tantalizing because it touches an appetite already present within us.

    The darkness does not always create the desire.

    Sometimes it merely offers our desire somewhere to go.

    Temptation may be waiting behind the door, but our own desire is what reaches for the handle.

    The progression often begins with thoughts that sound harmless:

    I will only look.

    I will only listen.

    I will only wonder.

    I will only step inside for a moment.

    I can leave whenever I choose.

    But some doors close differently from the other side.

    The War Within Us

    Paul described this struggle with painful honesty in Romans 7:

    “For what I will to do, that I do not practice; but what I hate, that I do.”

    Paul was not describing someone who loved evil and had no desire for righteousness. He wanted to do what was right. He delighted in the law of God according to the inward man.

    But he also recognized another law operating within his members—something warring against his mind and attempting to bring him into captivity.

    Knowing what was right was not enough.

    Wanting to do what was right was not enough.

    Paul eventually cried:

    “O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?”

    Notice that he did not ask, “What rule am I missing?”

    He asked, “Who will deliver me?”

    His answer came immediately:

    “I thank God—through Jesus Christ our Lord!”
    —Romans 7:24–25 NKJV

    Deliverance does not come through determination alone. It comes through Jesus Christ and the power of His Spirit working within us.

    That is why Paul repeatedly used the language of crucifixion and death:

    “Our old man was crucified with Him.”
    —Romans 6:6

    “Those who are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.”
    —Galatians 5:24

    “If by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live.”
    —Romans 8:13

    “Therefore put to death your members which are on the earth.”
    —Colossians 3:5

    There is both an accomplished reality and an ongoing responsibility.

    Through Christ, the old man has been crucified. The authority of sin has been broken. But the flesh has not lost its voice. It continues attempting to pull our attention toward the shadows and persuade us to reopen doors that Christ has called us to leave closed.

    A few days ago, I wrote that choosing to follow Jesus is a wonderful decision—but continuing to follow Him requires a thousand decisions every day.

    This is where many of those decisions are made.

    I will not take the second look.

    I will not entertain the thought.

    I will not continue the conversation.

    I will not feed this curiosity.

    I will not open that door.

    I will not provide another opportunity for something Christ has called me to crucify.

    Those decisions do not earn our deliverance. Jesus Christ is our Deliverer. But they are how we choose to walk in agreement with the Spirit rather than surrendering another opportunity to the flesh.

    Keep Walking Toward the Light

    Lisa saw something in that alley that I needed to remember.

    The darkness may be real, but so is the destination.

    The shadows do not change where the path leads. The existence of a wrong door does not mean we must open it. A whispered invitation does not require an answer. Curiosity does not have to become consent.

    We can keep our eyes focused ahead.

    We can continue walking.

    And when we recognize that our own strength is insufficient, we can cry with Paul, “Who will deliver me?”

    Jesus Christ will.

    And if we have already opened the door—if we have wandered around the corner and become entangled in something we cannot escape by ourselves—He still knows where we are.

    He still knows the way out.

    Later, I asked Lisa to read through the developing exchange with the AI writing assistant I use as part of my editorial process. As she read, I looked again at the three photographs she had taken.

    That was when I noticed something neither of us had mentioned.

    Each photograph had been taken from farther inside the alley.

    In the first, we are standing outside, looking into the darkness. The opening at the other end is visible, but it appears small and distant.

    In the next, we have entered the alley. The surroundings are darker, but the light ahead occupies more of our vision.

    In the final photograph, we have traveled deeper into the shadows—and now the light at the end is almost impossible to miss.

    The deeper into the darkness we go, the brighter the light at the end appears.

    The light has not changed.

    Our position has.

    The darkness did not make the light stronger. It made the contrast more unmistakable.

    We should never deliberately venture into darkness simply to see the light more clearly. But sometimes life carries us through darkness we did not choose. At other times, our own desires and decisions take us farther into it than we ever intended to go.

    Either way, the darkness does not extinguish the light.

    The person who has traveled deep into the shadows may believe they have gone too far to be reached. They may imagine that the wrong doors, blind corners, and accumulated decisions have placed them beyond hope.

    But when they finally lift their eyes, the light is still there.

    It has not moved.

    It has not weakened.

    It is still showing them the way home.

    Lisa’s perspective calls us forward: The light remains ahead, and the destination is still attainable.

    My perspective offers the warning: Do not underestimate what may be waiting along the way.

    And the photographs reveal one final truth: No matter how dark the passage becomes, the darkness cannot extinguish the light of Christ.

    Together, they give us the whole truth:

    The darkness is real.

    The distractions are dangerous.

    Our own desires make us vulnerable.

    But the light has not changed.

    Jesus Christ is still our Deliverer.

    Keep your eyes forward.

    Refuse the wrong doors.

    Walk in the Spirit.

    And keep moving toward the light.

    Author’s Note: I use artificial intelligence as a collaborative research and editing tool to help organize my thoughts, identify relevant Scripture and context for further study, test the clarity of my reasoning, and refine language through multiple revisions. The experiences, spiritual convictions, theological judgments, and final editorial decisions remain human, and I accept responsibility for every word I publish.

  • A Thousand Decisions

    Tuesday night, I watched a baseball game turn on a series of moments that, by themselves, didn’t seem all that dramatic.

    A pitch here.

    A walk there.

    A runner advances.

    The bases get loaded.

    Then one mistake happens at exactly the wrong time…

    and suddenly the tying run crosses home plate.

    Everybody sees the run.

    Everybody knows the mistake that allowed it.

    But that moment didn’t happen by itself.

    There was a whole series of smaller moments that put everyone in position for it.

    And sitting there watching it unfold, I started thinking about how much of life works the same way.

    We tend to remember the big decisions.

    The day we surrendered our lives to Christ.

    The day we said, “I do.”

    The day we accepted the calling.

    The day we walked away from something we knew was destroying us.

    The day we started over.

    Those moments matter.

    But most of life isn’t lived in those moments.

    It’s lived in the thousands of smaller decisions between them.

    Jesus said:

    “If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow Me.”
    — Luke 9:23 NKJV

    Daily.

    There’s something in that word we shouldn’t overlook.

    Following Jesus isn’t only a decision we made years ago at an altar.

    It’s a decision we make again today.

    And then again an hour from now.

    It’s the decision to pray when we’re tired.

    To guard the thought nobody else knows we’re thinking.

    To keep our mouth shut when everything in us wants the last word.

    To tell the truth when a lie would be easier.

    To forgive when resentment feels justified.

    To maintain the boundary when moving it just a little would be convenient.

    To obey the quiet prompting of God when nobody else would ever know if we ignored it.

    None of those may feel life-changing in the moment.

    That’s what makes them so easy to underestimate.

    We keep waiting for the enormous crossroads where we’ll have to decide what kind of person we’re going to be.

    Meanwhile…

    we’re deciding it every day.

    One choice at a time.

    One response at a time.

    One act of obedience—or disobedience—at a time.

    Think of a stepping-stone path.

    One stone by itself doesn’t tell you very much.

    It’s just a stone.

    But lay another one beside it.

    Then another.

    And another.

    Eventually, those individual stones begin pointing somewhere.

    One stone is just a stone.
    A thousand stones become a path.

    Our decisions work much the same way.

    One decision may not determine the direction of our entire life.

    One failure doesn’t define us.

    One act of obedience doesn’t mean we’ve arrived.

    But repeated decisions become patterns.

    Patterns become habits.

    Habits begin shaping character.

    And before long, those seemingly ordinary choices have built a road we’re already walking.

    But there’s another side to this.

    What happens when the stones keep pointing in different directions?

    What happens when one decision says, I’m following Christ…

    and the next says, except here?

    When we trust God with this part of our lives…

    but keep another part carefully guarded from Him?

    When we want His will—

    until His will conflicts with ours?

    Eventually, we aren’t simply dealing with individual decisions anymore.

    We’re dealing with a divided heart.

    James gives us a vivid picture of instability when he writes about asking God for wisdom.

    He tells us to ask in faith rather than doubting, comparing the doubter to a wave of the sea, driven and tossed by the wind.

    Then he describes that person this way:

    “…he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways.”
    — James 1:8 NKJV

    Double-minded.

    Two minds.

    Two directions.

    Two competing voices trying to determine which way the next stone gets laid.

    James is speaking specifically about trusting God when we ask Him for wisdom, but the picture he gives us is hard to miss:

    A life continually pulled in competing directions becomes unstable.

    And that instability doesn’t usually begin with one enormous decision.

    It begins quietly.

    A small compromise.

    A boundary moved slightly.

    A conviction ignored.

    A temptation entertained a little longer than it should have been.

    An act of obedience postponed until tomorrow.

    One stone laid slightly off course.

    Then another.

    Then another.

    None of them may seem particularly consequential by themselves.

    But eventually we look up and wonder:

    How did I get here?

    The uncomfortable answer may be that we didn’t arrive there through one life-altering decision.

    We arrived through a thousand small ones.

    But there’s grace here, too.

    If you realize the path has begun moving in the wrong direction, you can change where you lay the next stone.

    Yesterday’s decisions may explain where you’re standing.

    They don’t have to determine where you go next.

    Repentance changes direction.

    Grace gives us another step.

    And obedience begins laying stones toward a different destination.

    That’s why divided loyalties are so dangerous.

    We imagine there will eventually be some enormous moment when the two directions become obvious and we’ll finally choose which one we’re going to follow.

    But Jesus didn’t describe allegiance that way.

    He said:

    “No one can serve two masters…”
    — Matthew 6:24 NKJV

    Notice that He didn’t merely say we shouldn’t.

    He said we can’t.

    Eventually, two masters will ask different things of us.

    Eventually, two paths will move in different directions.

    Eventually, we will have to decide where the next stone goes.

    And sometimes we tell ourselves we’re postponing that decision.

    We’re not choosing yet.

    We’re waiting.

    We’re keeping our options open.

    But even then—

    a decision is being made.

    Silence decides something.

    Delay decides something.

    Avoidance decides something.

    Doing nothing allows whatever direction we’re already moving to keep carrying us forward.

    That’s why Joshua’s words to Israel were so direct:

    “Choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve…”
    — Joshua 24:15 NKJV

    Choose.

    This day.

    Not someday.

    Not when the stakes become enormous.

    Not when everybody is watching.

    Today.

    Because today gives us another thousand opportunities to choose.

    Most won’t feel monumental.

    There probably won’t be music playing in the background.

    Nobody will applaud when we get them right.

    And nobody may notice when we get them wrong.

    But each one lays another stone.

    Each one strengthens a pattern.

    Each one moves us a little farther in a direction.

    And eventually…

    the stones become a path.

    The direction of our lives is rarely determined by one enormous decision.

    More often, it’s established through a thousand small decisions made when we didn’t even realize we were standing at a crossroads.

    Tomorrow we’ll get another thousand.

    Another thousand opportunities to say:

    This is who I am.

    This is Whom I serve.

    And this is the direction I’m going.

    Final Word:

    You don’t follow Christ once.

    You choose to follow Him again and again—

    in ordinary moments,
    in unseen places,
    in decisions nobody else will ever know you made.

    And if yesterday’s stones carried you somewhere you never intended to go…

    lay the next one differently.

    One decision becomes another.

    One stone becomes another.

    And eventually…

    you’ve built a road.

    A thousand small decisions.

    But…….

    One direction.
    One Master.

  • Close the Door

    Close the Door

    “When all that generation had been gathered to their fathers, another generation arose after them who did not know the LORD nor the work which He had done for Israel.”
    —Judges 2:10 NKJV

    A meme recently appeared in my Facebook feed with a sobering observation:

    Samson did not lose his strength because Delilah was stronger than he was. He lost it because he continued giving access to someone he knew was dangerous.

    There is considerable truth in that statement—but Samson’s failure did not begin with Delilah.

    It began generations earlier.

    God had commanded Israel to remove the corrupting influences from the land He had given them:

    “And you shall make no covenant with the inhabitants of this land; you shall tear down their altars. But you have not obeyed My voice. Why have you done this? Therefore I also said, ‘I will not drive them out before you; but they shall be thorns in your side, and their gods shall be a snare to you.’”
    —Judges 2:2–3 NKJV

    Israel did not completely obey.

    They left people, practices, and altars in place that God had commanded them to remove. What appeared tolerable in one season eventually became a snare in another.

    Then Joshua’s generation passed away.

    “When all that generation had been gathered to their fathers, another generation arose after them who did not know the LORD nor the work which He had done for Israel.”
    —Judges 2:10 NKJV

    This new generation may have known something about Israel’s history. They may have recognized the names of Abraham, Moses, and Joshua. But they did not know the Lord in the covenantal, life-governing way the previous generation had known Him.

    Somewhere, the transmission of truth had broken down. Whether the testimony had not been taught, had not been modeled, or had simply not been received, the result was the same: the knowledge of God no longer shaped how that generation lived.

    The surrounding culture was ready to fill the emptiness.

    Israel began serving the Baals. They adopted the practices of the nations around them. They gradually surrendered the distinctiveness God had called them to maintain.

    A spiritual vacuum never remains empty for long.

    When the knowledge of God no longer governs a heart, a home, or a generation, another voice will gladly take its place.

    By the time Samson entered the story, compromise was already woven into Israel’s culture. His personal choices reflected the pattern of his nation.

    Israel allowed dangerous influences to remain in the land.

    Samson allowed Delilah to remain close to his heart.

    Israel tolerated what God had warned would become a snare.

    Samson trusted someone who repeatedly demonstrated that she intended to betray him.

    Delilah did not hide her intentions particularly well. Samson gave her a false explanation for his strength, and she immediately used that information against him. When it failed, she asked again. Then she did the same thing again.

    Every supposed secret was followed by another ambush.

    Samson saw the pattern. He knew what she was doing.

    Yet he stayed.

    “And it came to pass, when she pestered him daily with her words and pressed him, so that his soul was vexed to death…”
    —Judges 16:16 NKJV

    Notice how the erosion occurred:

    Daily words.

    Continual pressure.

    Repeated access.

    Delilah did not—could not—overpower Samson physically. What the Philistine armies could not conquer from the outside, persistent influence gradually reached from the inside.

    Finally, Samson “told her all his heart.”

    His hair was not magical. His strength came from God. His uncut hair was the outward sign of his Nazirite consecration—his separation unto the Lord from his mother’s womb.

    Samson did more than reveal the secret of his strength. He gave a destructive influence access to the place of his consecration.

    That is what makes the story so serious.

    We sometimes believe we can repeatedly entertain an influence without eventually being influenced by it. We imagine that because we recognize the danger, we are protected from it.

    Samson recognized what Delilah was doing. Recognition did not protect him because he refused to remove her access.

    We may recognize that a conversation continually feeds bitterness but keep participating in it.

    We may know that certain entertainment awakens desires we have been trying to surrender but keep watching.

    We may follow voices that mock holiness, weaken our confidence in Scripture, normalize disobedience, or fill us with anger—and tell ourselves that we are strong enough to remain unaffected.

    But repeated access becomes influence.

    Influence becomes pressure.

    Pressure, when entertained long enough, can become surrender.

    Not every person who disagrees with us is dangerous. Not every difficult conversation is an attack. Sometimes God uses people who challenge us to expose pride, correct error, and lead us closer to truth.

    The question is whether an influence moves us toward obedience or gradually makes disobedience seem reasonable.

    Does the voice strengthen our faith or continually undermine it?

    Does the relationship encourage our consecration or repeatedly ask us to compromise it?

    Does the atmosphere produce the fruit of the Spirit, or does it continually feed anger, lust, pride, bitterness, confusion, and unbelief?

    We can love someone without allowing that person to shape our convictions. We can minister to people without surrendering our spiritual direction to them. Jesus welcomed sinners, ate with them, and showed them compassion—but they did not determine His identity or redirect His mission.

    Closing a door does not necessarily mean that we hate the person outside.

    Sometimes it means that we have finally recognized the value of what God has placed inside.

    The darkest moment in Samson’s story came after his hair had been cut:

    “And she said, ‘The Philistines are upon you, Samson!’ So he awoke from his sleep, and said, ‘I will go out as before, at other times, and shake myself free!’ But he did not know that the LORD had departed from him.”
    —Judges 16:20 NKJV

    “But he did not know.”

    This may be the most dangerous place a person can reach—not merely distant from God, but so spiritually insensitive that the distance is no longer recognizable.

    Samson still remembered how strength had felt. He still knew the movements. He still expected the same result.

    “I will go out as before.”

    But yesterday’s experience had become a substitute for present consecration. Samson assumed that because God had moved through him before, God would continue moving through him now.

    He had become so accustomed to the gift that he failed to recognize the absence of the Giver.

    That danger remains.

    We can continue using spiritual language while our prayer life disappears. We can maintain religious routines while our sensitivity to God grows dull. We can remember what His presence once felt like and mistake the memory for present spiritual health.

    We can continue singing, teaching, posting, attending church, and saying all the right things while something within us is slowly becoming cold.

    Spiritual decline rarely announces itself loudly.

    Often, it happens one compromise, one ignored conviction, and one open door at a time—until we attempt to go out “as before” and discover that something vital has changed.

    Centuries after Samson, Solomon gave this instruction:

    “Keep your heart with all diligence,
    For out of it spring the issues of life.”
    —Proverbs 4:23 NKJV

    I have often wondered when Solomon first spoke those words.

    Did he write them earlier in life, before his wives and concubines turned his heart away from God? Was this wisdom he clearly understood and faithfully taught, but eventually failed to practice?

    Or were these the words of an older man looking back upon the spiritual wreckage created by an unguarded heart?

    Scripture does not tell us.

    But it does tell us this:

    “For it was so, when Solomon was old, that his wives turned his heart after other gods; and his heart was not loyal to the LORD his God, as was the heart of his father David.”
    —1 Kings 11:4 NKJV

    The man who warned others to keep their hearts failed to keep his own.

    Solomon possessed wisdom unlike any other man of his time. Samson possessed strength no other man could match.

    But Samson’s strength did not guard his consecration for him.

    Solomon’s wisdom did not guard his heart for him.

    Spiritual gifts are not substitutes for spiritual vigilance.

    Knowing the truth does not automatically mean we will obey it. Recognizing a danger does not protect us when we continue allowing it access. Knowing that a door should be closed is not the same as closing it.

    Samson knew Delilah was dangerous, yet he continued giving her access.

    Solomon knew foreign wives would turn his heart from God, yet Scripture says he “clung to these in love.”

    Both men understood more than they obeyed.

    Both men allowed affections to overrule convictions.

    Both discovered that what we tolerate long enough can eventually take what we never intended to surrender.

    This warning does not end with us. Judges 2 reminds us that the doors one generation leaves open may become the snares that capture the next.

    If we do not teach those coming behind us what God has done, other voices will tell them that He has done nothing.

    If we do not explain why His Word matters, the surrounding culture will offer them another standard.

    If our homes contain more outrage than prayer, more entertainment than worship, and more criticism than testimony, we should not be surprised when the next generation knows our opinions but does not know our God.

    We cannot force another generation to believe. Every person must respond to God individually. But we are responsible for what we teach, what we model, what we tolerate, and which doors we leave standing open.

    There is mercy even in Samson’s story:

    “However, the hair of his head began to grow again after it had been shaven.”
    —Judges 16:22 NKJV

    His consequences did not disappear. His eyes were not restored, and the years he had squandered were not returned. But God had not forgotten him. Samson prayed again, and God heard him.

    Grace offers restoration, but grace should never be used to make compromise appear harmless.

    Perhaps there is a voice you have continued entertaining even though you know where it is leading.

    Perhaps there is an attitude entering your home that is changing its spiritual atmosphere.

    Perhaps there is a relationship, conversation, habit, or source of influence that keeps reaching for the place of your consecration.

    Do not wait until it has taken what you never intended to surrender.

    Guard your heart.

    Not casually. Not occasionally. With all diligence.

    Be careful which voices receive continual access to it. Pay attention to what weakens your convictions, disturbs the spiritual atmosphere of your home, or gradually makes disobedience seem reasonable.

    Remember what God has done.

    Teach it to those coming behind you.

    Remain sensitive enough to recognize His voice—and humble enough to respond when He warns you.

    When God reveals that something has become a snare, do not keep testing your strength against it.

    Close the door.

    Some doors must be closed—not because we hate the person outside, but because we understand the value of what God has placed within.

  • Freedom Has To Be Walked In

    📖 “Likewise you also, reckon yourselves to be dead indeed to sin, but alive to God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
    — Romans 6:11 (NKJV)

    The chair was never strong enough.

    But walking away is still a choice.

    That may be the most uncomfortable part of freedom.

    Sometimes the thing holding us is not nearly as powerful as we believe it is. The rope has been loosened. The knot has been broken. The authority behind it has been defeated.

    But we remain seated.

    Not because we are still bound.

    Because being bound is what we know.

    There is a strange security in the familiar—even when the familiar is painful. We understand the old patterns. We recognize the old voices. We know what is expected of us there.

    Freedom, on the other hand, can feel uncertain.

    Freedom requires us to stand.

    Freedom requires us to take a step.

    Freedom requires us to live as though what Christ said about us is actually true.

    That is where Paul takes us in Romans 6.

    He has already established what happened through the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Our old life was crucified with Him. Sin’s claim over us was broken. We were raised to walk in newness of life.

    Then Paul says something important:

    “Reckon yourselves to be dead indeed to sin, but alive to God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

    That word reckon does not mean imagine.

    It does not mean pretend.

    It means to consider something settled because it is true.

    Paul was not asking believers to convince themselves of something that had not happened. He was telling them to bring their thinking into agreement with what Christ had already accomplished.

    You are no longer who you were.

    Sin is no longer your rightful master.

    Your past is no longer your permanent identity.

    You are alive to God through Jesus Christ.

    Now live from that truth.

    Paul continues:

    “Therefore do not let sin reign in your mortal body, that you should obey it in its lusts.”
    — Romans 6:12 (NKJV)

    Notice what he does not say.

    He does not say sin will never speak again.

    He does not say temptation will disappear.

    He does not say old desires will never attempt to reassert themselves.

    He says, “Do not let sin reign.”

    Sin may still knock on the door, but it no longer owns the house.

    The old master may still shout commands, but he no longer possesses the authority to demand your obedience.

    The voice may be familiar.

    The pull may be real.

    The struggle may sometimes be fierce.

    But familiarity is not authority.

    You do not have to obey every voice you recognize.

    That old life may tell you, “This is who you have always been.”

    Grace answers, “That is who you were.”

    Shame may tell you, “Nothing has really changed.”

    The cross answers, “It is finished.”

    Fear may tell you, “You will never get beyond this.”

    The empty tomb answers, “New life has already begun.”

    But freedom does not mean we become passive.

    Paul goes on to say:

    “And do not present your members as instruments of unrighteousness to sin, but present yourselves to God as being alive from the dead.”
    — Romans 6:13 (NKJV)

    There is the step out of the chair.

    We present ourselves to God.

    We stop placing our minds, our bodies, our choices, our habits, our words, and our time back into the hands of the thing Christ delivered us from.

    And we place them into the hands of the One who gave us life.

    That is not earning salvation.

    That is responding to salvation.

    We do not walk free so Christ will release us.

    We walk free because He already has.

    There is an enormous difference between those two ideas.

    If I believe my freedom depends upon my flawless performance, every failure becomes proof that I was never truly free. Every stumble feels like the chains have returned. Every temptation makes me question whether grace was real.

    But if my freedom rests in what Jesus accomplished, failure does not become my identity.

    I can repent.

    I can stand again.

    I can keep walking.

    A stumble does not restore the authority of the former master.

    It simply reminds me how desperately I still need the grace of my present Lord.

    This is why Paul concludes:

    “For sin shall not have dominion over you, for you are not under law but under grace.”
    — Romans 6:14 (NKJV)

    He does not say sin might not have dominion.

    He says it shall not.

    That is more than encouragement. It is a declaration that ownership has changed.

    Grace does not merely pardon us while leaving us beneath the same ruler.

    Grace transfers us into a new kingdom.

    Grace gives us a new identity.

    Grace gives us a new allegiance.

    Grace gives us the power to say no to what once controlled us and yes to the God who redeemed us.

    That does not mean the walk will always be easy.

    Some restraints leave marks long after they are removed.

    Some lies have been repeated so often that truth initially sounds foreign.

    Some habits have carved deep pathways through our thinking. Learning a new way of living takes time, discipline, prayer, accountability, and repeated surrender.

    But difficult is not the same as impossible.

    Slow progress is not the same as continued bondage.

    The fact that you are learning to walk does not mean you are still chained to the chair.

    Maybe you have spent years defining yourself by something Christ has already forgiven.

    Maybe you continue obeying a fear that no longer has the authority to direct your life.

    Maybe you keep returning to a habit because you have accepted the lie that this is simply who you are.

    Maybe God has opened the door, but you have remained inside because captivity became familiar and freedom feels frightening.

    Then hear the words of Paul again:

    Reckon it to be true.

    Do not let the old master reign.

    Present yourself to God.

    Sin shall not have dominion over you.

    You may still hear the old voice.

    You may still feel the tension of the rope.

    You may still bear the marks of where it once held you.

    But the authority has been broken.

    The chair was never strong enough.

    The rope cannot decide where you remain.

    And through the grace of Jesus Christ, you do not have to spend another day living as though you are still bound.

    Stand up.

    Take the step.

    Freedom has already been given.

    Now walk in it.

  • Cut Off the Label

    Cut Off the Label

    “There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus…”
    —Romans 8:1, NKJV

    In a sermon about labels, Bishop Tim Hill told a story from his childhood.

    He was six years old when he received his first pillow. That night, something kept scratching the back of his neck. He turned over, adjusted the pillow, and tried to get comfortable, but the irritation remained.

    Finally, he found the problem.

    It was the label.

    So he cut it off.

    The pillow was not defective. There was nothing wrong with what was inside it.

    The label was interfering with his rest.

    Some people cannot rest in what Christ has done because an old label keeps scratching at their conscience.

    They turn over the memories.

    They replay the failure.

    They rehearse every accusation.

    They wonder whether they were truly forgiven, whether restoration is actually possible, and whether God could ever use someone with their history.

    I know that feeling because I lived beneath those labels for years.

    Some were given to me by other people. Others grew from things I had actually done.

    That is what made them so difficult to challenge.

    I had failed.

    Therefore, I believed I was a failure.

    I had committed adultery.

    Therefore, I believed adulterer was my permanent name.

    My marriage ended.

    Therefore, I believed I was disqualified from ever being useful to God again.

    Because there was truth in the history, I assumed there must also be truth in the verdict.

    The accusations followed me everywhere:

    How can you stand on a platform and sing while separated from your wife?

    How can you stand before a classroom and teach teenagers how to live for God when you could not hold your own marriage together?

    How could God ever use an adulterer who sacrificed his family for a few moments of pleasure?

    Eventually, nobody else needed to ask those questions.

    I had learned to ask them myself.

    Other people had attached the labels, but I began introducing myself by them.

    Every opportunity was filtered through the label.

    Every prompting from God was answered by the label.

    Every evidence of grace was followed by the same question:

    Yes, but do You remember what I did?

    Of course God remembered.

    He knew the entire truth—more completely than I did.

    But He also knew what He had done with it.

    There is a difference between conviction and condemnation.

    Conviction says:

    “You sinned. Bring it into the light. Repent. Accept responsibility. Make right whatever you can, and allow God to change you.”

    Condemnation says:

    “Your sin is your name. You are permanently ruined. Stay away from God because He could never want you again.”

    Conviction tells the truth about what we have done.

    Condemnation takes the worst thing we have done and uses it to rename us.

    Conviction leads us to the cross.

    Condemnation chains us to the scene of the crime long after the blood has been applied.

    Accountability says, “I did this.”

    Condemnation says, “This is all I am.”

    I am not minimizing what happened.

    People were hurt. Trust was broken. A family was altered. Repentance did not erase every consequence or remove every scar.

    “Under the blood” is not a religious phrase that allows us to avoid responsibility.

    It does not mean the sin never happened.

    It does not mean nobody was hurt.

    It does not mean consequences disappeared.

    It means the sin was confessed, brought to God, and placed beneath the saving work of Jesus Christ.

    The event remains part of the history.

    But it no longer possesses naming rights.

    Paul did not avoid the former lives of the believers in Corinth. He named what some of them had been, and then he declared:

    “And such were some of you. But you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified…”
    —1 Corinthians 6:11, NKJV

    What they had done remained part of their testimony.

    It was no longer their name.

    That is the difference grace makes.

    The label may accurately describe where Jesus found us.

    It does not possess the authority to describe where Jesus left us.

    So when the accusation asks:

    “Do you remember what you did?”

    Yes. I remember.

    But it is under the blood.

    “What about the people you hurt?”

    I have not forgotten them, and I do not minimize their pain.

    But it is under the blood.

    “You will always be an adulterer.”

    No. That may accurately describe what I did.

    It does not get to decide who I am after repentance, forgiveness, and the transforming work of God.

    The label says, adulterer.

    The blood says, washed.

    The label says, failure.

    Grace says, restored.

    The label says, disqualified forever.

    God says, “Such were some of you.”

    Cutting off the label does not mean tearing pages out of our testimony. Those pages reveal what grace overcame.

    The scar may remain.

    The memory may remain.

    The consequences may remain.

    But the label has to go.

    It is time to stop introducing ourselves by what Jesus died to redeem.

    It is time to stop allowing an old label to interfere with our rest in what Christ has done.

    The past remains part of my testimony.

    But it is no longer my name.

    Cut off the label.

    Keep the testimony.

    Give God the glory.

  • Grace Changed the Tense

    Grace Changed the Tense

    “And such were some of you. But you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God.”
    —1 Corinthians 6:11, NKJV

    We all have a history.

    For some, that history is relatively quiet. For others, it is dark, painful, and overpowering. It follows them into every new season and casts a shadow over everything they might still become.

    The past begins speaking:

    This is what you did.
    This is who you are.
    This is what you will always be.

    Eventually, something that happened—or something we did—stops feeling like one chapter of our story. It becomes the title we place over the entire book.

    I know the weight of that kind of history because I have lived beneath it.

    I know what it is to look back at choices I made, people I hurt, and consequences I could not undo—and believe that my past had already determined my future.

    For a long time, I did not merely remember what I had done. I allowed it to pronounce a sentence over who I was, what I could become, and whether God could ever use me again.

    I am not writing about hopelessness as a theory.

    I have felt it.

    I know what it is to believe that the darkest chapter of your life has become the title of your entire story.

    Then I read Paul’s words to the church at Corinth.

    In the preceding verses, Paul gives an uncomfortable list of sins and destructive ways of life. He writes about sexual immorality, idolatry, adultery, theft, greed, drunkenness, reviling, and extortion.

    He does not minimize their past.

    He does not soften sin by calling it a mistake, a personality trait, or an unfortunate stage of life.

    He tells the truth.

    Then he writes one word that makes hope possible:

    Were.

    “And such were some of you.”

    Not are.

    Not will always be.

    Not are, but now attend church.

    Were.

    That one word does not erase the sentence that came before it. It places the sentence where it belongs—in the past.

    Paul was not writing about hypothetical people. He was writing to a church where people could hear that list and say:

    That was me.
    That was my life.
    That was what controlled me.

    But that is not where Jesus left me.

    The word were means the darkest truth about yesterday does not have to remain the defining truth about today.

    It means history is real—but it is not destiny.

    It means the chapter happened—but the story did not have to end there.

    It means no matter how long someone has lived under the power of sin, Jesus can move that identity from the present tense into the past.

    But Paul does not stop with were. He follows it with three powerful interruptions:

    But you were washed.

    What had stained them had been cleansed.

    But you were sanctified.

    They had been set apart for God and given a new belonging.

    But you were justified.

    The charges against them no longer determined their standing before God.

    They did not change their tense through willpower, respectability, or religious performance. God intervened:

    “…in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God.”

    Grace did not pretend that their former lives were harmless.

    Grace changed what possessed the authority to define them.

    That is what gave me hope.

    God did not tell me that my past did not matter. He showed me that it did not have to remain my identity.

    I could not go backward and undo my history. I could not erase every consequence, retrieve every lost opportunity, or remove every scar.

    But Jesus could do something I could never do.

    He could change the tense of my story.

    Perhaps your history has convinced you that there is no future beyond what you have done. Maybe shame continues speaking about your past in the present tense.

    But if Paul could look across a church filled with people carrying histories like these and say, “Such were some of you,” then no one has traveled so far into darkness that Jesus cannot redeem their story.

    “Were” is not permission to return to the old life.

    It is the declaration that you are no longer required to remain there.

    You can tell the truth about your past without allowing it to predict your future.

    You were bound—but you were washed.

    You were lost—but you were sanctified.

    You were guilty—but you were justified.

    Grace did not deny your history.

    Grace changed the tense.

  • Sometimes You Hear Best In the Dark

    Sometimes You Hear Best In the Dark

    One evening in Puerto Rico, Lisa came in from sitting on the balcony with Ashlee.

    We were eight floors above the ocean, with a beautiful oceanfront view. During the day, you could see the water stretching toward the horizon.

    But at night, much of that view disappeared.

    Even with moonlight, there were still shadows. Dark places. Areas where the eye simply could not make out what was there.

    Lisa said something that stayed with me.

    “Sometimes you hear best when you’re in the dark.”

    She had been sitting outside listening.

    The wind.

    The surf.

    The insects.

    Even the sound of Ashlee breathing beside her.

    None of those sounds suddenly appeared because the sun went down.

    They had been there all along.

    The darkness simply made her more aware of them.

    Her words immediately took me back many years.

    As a young man, I went on a lot of late-night horseback rides. Sometimes the moon was bright enough to give me a general idea of where I was going, but there were always shadows where my eyes could not clearly make out the trail.

    There were times when I trusted the horse’s instincts more than my own eyesight.

    And something else happened in the darkness.

    I listened differently.

    I could hear twigs snapping.

    Leaves rustling as small animals moved through them.

    Sounds that might have gone unnoticed in daylight suddenly got my attention.

    The darkness did not mean I was on the wrong trail.

    It simply meant I could not see as much of it.

    I think we sometimes confuse those two things spiritually.

    There are seasons when we cannot see where God is leading us.

    We cannot see what He is doing.

    We cannot see how the situation is going to work out.

    And because we cannot see the road ahead, we begin to wonder whether we somehow missed God altogether.

    But just because you cannot see where you are going does not mean you are on the wrong track.

    And it does not mean you are alone.

    Jesus said:

    “My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.” ~ John 10:27, NKJV ~

    Notice what Jesus did not say.

    He did not say His sheep would always see the entire path.

    He said they would hear His voice.

    There is a difference.

    Sometimes we spend so much energy asking God to show us the road that we forget to listen for the One who is leading us down it.

    “Lord, show me what happens next.”

    “Show me how this is going to work.”

    “Show me where this is going.”

    “Show me what You are doing.”

    And sometimes the answer does not come as more light.

    Sometimes the answer comes as a voice in the darkness saying,

    “Follow Me.”

    David wrote:

    “Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You,
    But the night shines as the day;
    The darkness and the light are both alike to You.”     ~ Psalm 139:12 ~

    The darkness that limits my vision does not limit His.

    My darkness is not God’s darkness.

    I may not know what lies around the next bend.

    He does.

    I may not be able to see ten steps ahead.

    He can see the entire journey.

    Faith is not pretending the darkness is not real.

    Faith is not claiming we know where everything is going.

    Sometimes faith is simply saying:

    “I cannot see the trail very clearly right now, but I know the voice of the One I am following.”

    Maybe you have been asking God to turn the lights back on.

    Maybe you have been asking Him to show you the whole road.

    But perhaps this season is teaching you something else.

    To listen.

    To recognize His voice.

    To trust His leading.

    Because you do not always need to see the entire trail.

    You need to know the voice of the One leading you.

    And sometimes…

    you hear the Master best in the dark.

  • As Much As Depends On Me

    As Much As Depends On Me

    A while back, I wrote about Paul’s words in Romans 12:18:

    “If it is possible, as much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men.”

    The emphasis was on those five words:

    As much as depends on you.

    We cannot control what another person thinks, says, or does. We cannot control their attitude, motives, or response. We are responsible for our side of the encounter.

    Saul’s hatred was Saul’s responsibility.

    David’s response was David’s responsibility.

    The greatest victory David won over Saul was not surviving Saul’s pursuit. It was refusing to become Saul in the process.

    But lately, I have been reminded that Romans 12:18 applies to more than how I respond when someone hurts me. It also applies to how I speak when I believe I am right.

    There was a time—not that long ago—when I considered bluntness a form of boldness.

    I stood on biblical truth.

    I said exactly what was on my mind.

    And if someone became offended, I decided that was their problem.

    After all, truth is truth.

    But as Facebook Memories continues showing me things I wrote years ago, I sometimes recognize that although my conviction may have been right, my spirit was not always right.

    I knew how to defend what I believed.

    I had not yet learned that truth can be spoken without turning every disagreement into a battle.

    Paul did not merely tell us to speak the truth. He told us how the truth should be spoken:

    “but, speaking the truth in love, may grow up in all things into Him who is the head—Christ—” ~Ephesians 4:15, NKJV~

    Truth and love were never intended to be separated.

    Truth without love can become a weapon. Love without truth can become empty sentiment. Biblical maturity requires both.

    Paul carried that thought further in his letter to the Colossians:

    “Let your speech always be with grace, seasoned with salt, that you may know how you ought to answer each one.” ~Colossians 4:6, NKJV~

    Notice that Paul said our speech should always be with grace—not only when we agree, not only when the conversation is pleasant, and not only when the other person treats us graciously.

    Grace should govern how we answer each one.

    That does not mean we hide what we believe. It means our manner should not contradict the message we claim to defend.

    Paul gave Timothy similar instruction:

    “And a servant of the Lord must not quarrel but be gentle to all, able to teach, patient, in humility correcting those who are in opposition, if God perhaps will grant them repentance, so that they may know the truth, and that they may come to their senses and escape the snare of the devil, having been taken captive by him to do his will.” ~2 Timothy 2:24–26, NKJV~

    The goal of correction is not humiliation.

    It is not scoring the decisive point, silencing an opponent, or receiving applause from those who already agree with us.

    The goal is restoration.

    Paul connected gentleness, patience, and humility directly to helping someone come to repentance and know the truth.

    That means truth does not need my anger to make it true.

    Biblical conviction does not excuse an unbiblical attitude.

    And offending someone because the gospel confronts sin is not the same as offending someone because I was careless, harsh, sarcastic, or determined to win an argument.

    “As much as depends on you” means I am responsible not only for what I say, but also for how I say it.

    I cannot control whether someone accepts the truth. But I can make certain that my pride, anger, and self-righteousness are not the reasons they reject it.

    That realization has changed what I choose to post.

    The controversies consuming our attention today will eventually be replaced by different controversies. Political figures will come and go. Headlines will be forgotten. Arguments that seem enormously important today will one day become little more than entries in an archive.

    But souls are eternal.

    That does not mean temporal issues never matter. It means I no longer want the temporary to consume the voice God has given me for things that matter eternally.

    I would rather write about redemption.

    Grace.

    Repentance.

    Transformation.

    Faith when God cannot be seen.

    Hope for those who believe their story is already over.

    And Jesus Christ—the only One who can truly change the human heart.

    I still believe truth matters—perhaps more than ever.

    But I am learning that speaking truth is not permission to abandon the fruit of the Spirit while doing it:

    “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law.” ~Galatians 5:22–23, NKJV~

    The fruit of the Spirit is not suspended when the conversation becomes difficult.

    If my defense of truth requires me to abandon love, peace, kindness, gentleness, and self-control, something has gone wrong—not with the truth, but with the person carrying it.

    Boldness without love can become cruelty.

    Conviction without humility can become self-righteousness.

    And winning an argument is not the same as reaching a soul.

    Saul’s hatred was Saul’s responsibility.

    David’s response was David’s responsibility.

    Another person’s words are their responsibility.

    My response—and the spirit in which I speak—is mine.

    Whatever happens around me, my words, my attitude, and my witness remain my responsibility.

    “If it is possible, as much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men.” ~Romans 12:18, NKJV~