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When “Show Me chapter and verse” Becomes a Barrier to Truth
In many Protestant and evangelical circles, especially in the American context, there’s a deeply ingrained reflex: “Show me where it says that in the Bible.” It sounds like a logical appeal to scriptural…
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Once Saved Always Saved?
Deliverance or Distraction? Revivalism once meant repentance, awe, trembling at the foot of the cross. Now it’s viral clips of demons being shouted at like it’s a WWE match. Deliverance ministries abound —…
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Part 3 – The Gardener who Calls, Clothes & Commissions
He Knows Your Name. Mary is searching for Jesus. She’s grieving, standing outside the tomb, just wanting to find her Lord. She thinks He’s the gardener—and as we’ve already established, she wasn’t wrong.…
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Where Will Your Testimony Be Five Years From Now
“Come and hear, all you who fear God; let me tell you what he has done for me.” — Psalm 66:16 (NIV) Your little child is climbing the playground equipment with the enthusiasm…
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Part 2 – The Gardener Who Seeks
What was lost in the first garden—on a tree—was restored by the tree our Savior hung on. Back to where we’ve always belonged. Back to the garden. Mary thought He was the gardener.…
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Part 1 – Jesus The Gardner
The words you are about to read were the revelation that drew me to my computer — pen to paper — as the Lord began revealing something to me that I couldn’t keep…
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Love Can’t Be Microwaved
My daughter ordered water with lemon at a restaurant. She took a seed from her lemon and had a wild idea: she wanted to plant it and grow a lemon tree. Because when…
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An Audience of One
One of my favorite passages of scripture is 1 Corinthians 4:3-5. It says, “I care very little if I am judged by you or by any human court; indeed, I do not even judge…
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What is The Felt Need? Sharing our Stories in Order to Serve Others
If we are to be Jesus-followers who share our stories in order to serve others, we can learn a lot from the storytellers in our lives. As a full-time writer and editor, I…
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A letter from Jacob
I see you. Not the mask you wear, not the voice you crafted to keep the peace, but the ache beneath the armor. The one who stayed awake long after the world turned…
