Most of us have heard the cry before. “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” Those words are often spoken softly in sanctuaries, or read slowly beside a hospital bed, as though they belong only to moments of grief. But when Jesus spoke them from the cross, He was doing more than expressing …
Continue reading The Crimson Worm and the Cross: The Hidden Meaning of Psalm 22
It’s such a small phrase, almost tender: “Lord, suffer me first…” Found in Luke 9:59, it’s the quiet rebellion of postponing obedience. The King James English softens it—suffer means allow. So the man is saying, “Lord, allow me first…” Not no. Just not yet. Not never. Just later. And in that gentle delay lies a …
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Some truths do not age.They do not wrinkle with time or bend beneath culture.They stand, quiet and strong, like old trees with roots deep in something unshakable. Paul’s words to Timothy in 1 Timothy 4:6–11 feel like that. Timeless. Steady. Unshaken. The apostle isn’t interested in ministry glitter or cultural applause. He tells his young …
“Remember the word unto thy servant, upon which thou hast caused me to hope.”—Psalm 119:49 Some nights feel longer than others. Not because of the hours on the clock, but because of the weight on your heart. Worry keeps you awake. Grief settles in. Prayers go unanswered, and silence seems to stretch out like a …
Continue reading When the Night Feels Long (Psalm 119:49-56)
A Good Word 