Tag: Biblical Truth

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • He Knows the Way

    He Knows the Way

    “Behold, I go forward, but he is not there; and backward, but I cannot perceive him: On the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him: he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him: But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.” ~Job 23:8-10~

    At 35,000 feet, it is nearly impossible to sense how quickly an airplane is moving.

    On my return flight from San Juan, I sat in an aisle seat while nearly every window shade around me remained closed. I knew we were traveling generally north and northwest toward Atlanta, but I could not see the ocean beneath us. I could not watch the clouds pass. I could not identify a coastline, city, or landmark.

    There was no visible evidence of our speed, progress, or direction.

    From inside the darkened cabin, we could have been flying more than five hundred miles per hour or sitting completely still. Unless I looked at the flight tracker, I had no way of knowing where we were, how far we had traveled, or how much farther remained.

    Yet I was not empty-handed.

    I was returning with memories of people I love, photographs of places I had seen, roads I had walked, and lessons I did not want to forget. I carried mementos of where I had been and memories of those who had walked beside me.

    But none of them could show me the way ahead.

    There are seasons when faith feels much the same.

    We can remember what God has done before. We can look back at prayers He answered, doors He opened, and places where His hand was unmistakable. We carry photographs in our minds and testimonies in our hearts.

    But memories of yesterday do not always provide a map for tomorrow.

    Sometimes the shades are closed.

    We cannot see where we are going. We cannot sense progress. We may feel changes taking place without understanding where they are leading. Something shifts. The aircraft banks. A familiar season begins to turn, but we cannot identify the new direction.

    We know we are no longer where we were, but we have not yet arrived where we are going.

    Job understood that disorientation.

    He looked forward, but God did not appear to be there. He looked backward and could not perceive Him. He searched to the left, where he knew God was working, but could not behold Him. He looked to the right, and God remained hidden.

    Every direction Job searched seemed empty.

    Yet notice what Job said about the left hand:

    “Where he doth work.”

    Job could not see God, but he still acknowledged that God was working.

    That is faith in its most honest form. It does not pretend the window is open when it is closed. It does not deny the darkness, disguise the uncertainty, or claim to understand a route that remains hidden.

    Faith simply refuses to interpret limited visibility as divine absence.

    Job could not perceive God—but God had not lost sight of Job.

    “But he knoweth the way that I take.”

    Job did not know the way, but God did.

    Job could not see the route, but God could.

    Job could not identify his present location or understand the purpose of the journey, but heaven had not misplaced him.

    The same is true for us.

    There will be times when we cannot see what God is doing. We may not understand why a familiar path changed, why a door closed, why a season ended, or why the next destination has not yet appeared. We may feel the turn long before we understand the direction.

    But our inability to see the route never means the Pilot has lost it.

    God does not need us to understand the flight plan in order to complete it. He sees beyond the closed shade. He knows our present position, the conditions ahead, and the destination He has appointed.

    The silence does not mean He has left the cockpit.

    The darkness does not mean the aircraft has stopped moving.

    And the absence of visible landmarks does not mean we are lost.

    You may not know where this season is taking you. You may look forward, backward, left, and right without finding the answers you desperately want.

    But God knows the way that you take.

    For now, that may have to be enough.

    And faith says that it is.

    Final Word:

    When I cannot see the way ahead, I can still trust the One who already knows it.

  • Another Way In

    Another Way In

    Standing at El Morro in Old San Juan, it is difficult not to be impressed by its strength.

    For centuries, Castillo San Felipe del Morro stood guard over the entrance to San Juan Bay. Massive walls. Cannons aimed toward the sea. A commanding position overlooking the harbor.

    It was built for one purpose:

    See the enemy coming—and stop him before he gets through.

    And from the sea, El Morro was remarkably effective.

    But history teaches us something important.

    When attacking forces discovered how difficult it was to defeat San Juan through its strongest defenses, they looked for another way.

    They came from the land.

    They probed the defenses.

    They searched for the place that wasn’t as well protected.

    And our adversary hasn’t changed his strategy.

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    He Doesn’t Have To Break Your Strongest Wall

    Some of us have built enormous spiritual defenses around the places where we’ve already fought battles.

    We’ve learned.

    We’ve grown.

    We’ve established boundaries.

    We’ve memorized the Scriptures.

    We’ve recognized the warning signs.

    The enemy may have attacked that wall a hundred times—and discovered that it isn’t moving.

    But don’t confuse his silence with surrender.

    If the enemy cannot get through the wall, he will start walking around it.

    Peter warned us:

    “Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.” ~1 Peter 5:8~

    Notice the language.

    Walketh about. Seeking.

    The enemy isn’t merely attacking.

    He’s looking.

    Watching.

    Searching for another way in.

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    Sometimes He Sends a Scout First

    An invading army doesn’t always begin with thousands of soldiers charging the wall.

    Sometimes it begins with reconnaissance.

    Something small.

    Something seemingly insignificant.

    Something that doesn’t appear threatening enough to sound the alarm.

    And spiritually, compromise often begins the same way.

    It doesn’t announce:

    I’m here to destroy your marriage.

    I’m here to ruin your testimony.

    I’m here to pull you away from God.

    Instead, it whispers:

    There’s nothing wrong with this.

    Just this once.

    You deserve this.

    Nobody will ever know.

    You’re strong enough to handle it.

    Sometimes the scout may even look friendly.

    It may speak our language.

    It may appeal to something familiar.

    It may simply ask for a little room.

    And Paul warned:

    “Neither give place to the devil.” ~Ephesians 4:27

    He doesn’t have to possess the entire fortress to begin gaining ground.

    He only needs a place.

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    Where Is Your Wall Unguarded?

    That’s the uncomfortable question El Morro asks us.

    We usually know where our strongest walls are.

    But what about the places we aren’t watching?

    Maybe it’s resentment we’ve justified.

    Attention we’ve begun enjoying a little too much.

    A friendship where boundaries have slowly moved.

    Something we’re watching that we once wouldn’t have watched.

    A private thought we’ve stopped challenging.

    A disappointment with God we’ve stopped talking to Him about.

    None of those things necessarily means the fortress has fallen.

    But they may reveal something important:

    where the wall isn’t being watched.

    The enemy doesn’t need to destroy your strongest wall if you’ll leave another gate unguarded.

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    Keep Watch

    Peter’s warning doesn’t end with the enemy.

    Neither should ours.

    “Whom resist stedfast in the faith…” ~1 Peter 5:9

    The answer isn’t paranoia.

    It’s vigilance.

    We don’t have to spend our lives frightened of Satan or suspicious of everyone around us.

    We simply need to remain sober.

    Watchful.

    Prayerful.

    Honest enough to recognize our vulnerabilities—and humble enough to guard them.

    El Morro didn’t survive centuries because nobody attacked it.

    It survived because somebody kept watch.

    Don’t mistake the absence of an attack for the absence of an enemy.

    The enemy may simply be walking around the wall.

    Keep watch.

  • Come Apart and Rest Awhile

    Come Apart and Rest Awhile

    “And he said unto them, Come ye yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest a while: for there were many coming and going, and they had no leisure so much as to eat.”
    —Mark 6:31

    I needed a vacation.

    Not merely somewhere to go.

    Not simply a few days away from work.

    I needed time away with people I love. Time outside the routines and responsibilities that had begun occupying nearly every available space in my life.

    I needed rest.

    I am not sure I fully understood how tired I had become.

    That is one of the dangers of constant activity. Eventually, exhaustion begins to feel normal.

    We learn to function while depleted.

    We get up.

    We go to work.

    We answer the phone.

    We respond to the messages.

    We meet the deadlines.

    We take care of the people who depend upon us.

    We fulfill our responsibilities, attend church, handle problems, and prepare ourselves to do it all again tomorrow.

    There are always people coming.

    There are always responsibilities going.

    And somewhere between the two, we can lose the ability to hear what our own soul has been trying to tell us.

    Mark 6 describes a season of intense activity in the lives of the disciples.

    Jesus had sent the twelve out two by two. They had preached repentance, cast out devils, anointed the sick, and witnessed people being healed.

    When they returned, they gathered around Jesus and told Him everything they had done and taught.

    They had not been wasting their time.

    They had been ministering.

    They had been serving.

    They had been pouring themselves out for others.

    But even good work can leave us exhausted.

    The demands surrounding Jesus and His disciples had become so constant that Scripture says there were “many coming and going.” They could not find enough uninterrupted time even to eat.

    Jesus saw it.

    He saw the crowd.

    He saw the needs.

    He saw the work that remained unfinished.

    But He also saw the condition of His disciples.

    And He said:

    “Come ye yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest a while.”

    Jesus did not question their commitment.

    He did not accuse them of laziness.

    He did not tell them that greater faith would eliminate their need for food, sleep, distance, or quiet.

    He did not tell them to ignore their exhaustion and keep working until everyone else had been helped.

    He invited them to come away.

    That is important because the work was not finished.

    The people had not stopped coming.

    The needs had not disappeared.

    There were still sick bodies, wounded hearts, hungry families, and people who needed to hear the truth.

    But Jesus did not invite the disciples to rest because the work was finished.

    He invited them to rest because they were not.

    We sometimes treat rest as though it were a reward for completing everything.

    Once the work is finished, we will rest.

    Once the house is clean, we will rest.

    Once the children no longer need anything, we will rest.

    Once every message has been answered, every problem has been solved, every deadline has been met, and everyone else is satisfied, we will finally allow ourselves to stop.

    But everything is never finished.

    There will always be another need.

    Another email.

    Another phone call.

    Another problem.

    Another person waiting for something from us.

    If we wait until life gives us permission to rest, we may never rest at all.

    Rest is not laziness.

    It is part of the order God established.

    After the work of creation, God rested. Not because He was exhausted, but because the work had reached its appointed stopping place.

    God commanded Israel to observe the Sabbath.

    He gave the land itself seasons of rest.

    David wrote of being led beside still waters and having his soul restored.

    Jesus regularly withdrew from the crowds to pray.

    And when the disciples became surrounded by constant demands, Jesus told them to come apart and rest awhile.

    Rest is not always the absence of activity.

    Sometimes rest is the absence of demand.

    During my vacation, I did not spend the week doing nothing.

    I traveled.

    I walked.

    I toured.

    I photographed.

    I talked.

    I listened.

    I wrote in my journal.

    I carried my phone.

    I carried my iPad.

    I carried my camera.

    And, of course, I carried my thoughts with me.

    In some ways, my mind became more active than it had been in months.

    But it was a different kind of activity.

    For several days, I was no longer required to give my attention to everything that normally demands it.

    The phone was not constantly ringing.

    The emails were not steadily arriving.

    There were no customer questions waiting to be answered.

    There was no household project insisting that it needed to be completed next.

    My mind was finally free to wander without being immediately summoned back by another responsibility.

    And once the noise began to quiet, I started noticing things.

    I noticed the people waiting at an airport gate.

    I noticed the nervous energy of children preparing for a journey.

    I noticed dawn breaking above the clouds.

    I noticed weathered buildings and streets that had carried generations of travelers before me.

    I noticed the sound of the ocean after darkness removed the distractions competing with it.

    I noticed the strange providence of standing in the same place where someone I love had once stood—without knowing it until afterward.

    I noticed the bittersweet truth that sometimes we must leave, not because something went wrong, but because the appointed time has come to move on.

    None of those moments shouted.

    They did not demand my attention.

    They were simply there, waiting to be noticed.

    And perhaps that is why I had missed so many similar moments before.

    Life had become too loud for quiet things to speak.

    Rest does not require an airline ticket.

    It does not require an oceanfront balcony, a distant island, or enough money to escape every responsibility for a week.

    Sometimes rest is an hour without the phone.

    A quiet drive.

    A walk without headphones.

    A morning with an open Bible and no agenda beyond listening.

    A few minutes sitting outside while the sun rises.

    A deliberate decision to stop producing long enough to remember that our value was never determined by our productivity.

    Sometimes we need to step away—not because we have stopped caring, but because we have been caring without stopping.

    There is a reason Jesus said, “Come ye yourselves apart.”

    Some separation is necessary.

    We cannot hear every voice and still clearly distinguish His.

    We cannot answer every demand and still pretend that our souls require nothing.

    We cannot continually pour from ourselves without returning to the One who fills us.

    The invitation was not to abandon the work.

    It was to step away from it for a while.

    To breathe.

    To eat.

    To pray.

    To listen.

    To rest.

    I left for Puerto Rico believing I needed a vacation.

    I returned understanding that I needed something deeper.

    I needed enough distance from the noise to recognize what God had been placing in front of me.

    The journey did not suddenly make God speak.

    God had been speaking all along.

    Rest simply created room for me to listen.

    Before the journey could speak, I had to become quiet enough to hear it.

    Perhaps you do not need to run away.

    Perhaps you simply need to come apart.

    Not forever.

    Just for a while.

    Long enough to breathe.

    Long enough to rest.

    Long enough to listen.

  • Where Is Your Faith Anchored

    Where Is Your Faith Anchored

    “It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man.” ~ Psalm 118:8 (NKJV) ~

    Where is your faith anchored?

    It’s an easy question to answer when life is calm.

    It’s much harder to answer when someone you admire disappoints you.

    When someone you trusted walks away.

    When someone you respected falls.

    That’s when you discover what—or who—your faith has really been resting upon.

    Every time a well-known Christian leader falls…

    Social media erupts.

    Headlines spread.

    Phones buzz with text messages.

    Office conversations begin.

    Church lobbies fill with opinions.

    Some rush to defend them.

    Others rush to condemn them.

    But almost no one stops to ask the question that matters most.

    Where was my faith anchored before they fell?

    As a boy, I often heard my pastor, Rev. E. G. Bass, say something that has stayed with me for decades:

    “Put your confidence in man if you must, but put your faith only in God.”

    The older I’ve become, the more I’ve realized he was simply putting Psalm 118:8 into everyday language.

    The Bible tells us to honor faithful leaders.

    To pray for them.

    To learn from them.

    But it never tells us to build our faith upon them.

    Why?

    Because every pastor…

    Every evangelist…

    Every teacher…

    Every Christian…

    Is still a sinner in need of God’s grace.

    The Bible never hides that reality.

    Noah stumbled.

    Abraham failed.

    Moses disobeyed.

    David sinned.

    Peter denied the Lord.

    Yet the story of Scripture has never been about perfect people.

    It has always been about a perfect Savior working through imperfect people.

    So when a leader falls, our faith should not fall with them.

    Christianity was never built upon pastors.

    It was never built upon apostles.

    It was never built upon denominations.

    It was built upon Jesus Christ.

    A pastor’s failure cannot undo an empty tomb.

    A minister’s sin cannot erase the cross.

    Someone else’s unfaithfulness cannot change God’s faithfulness.

    Some who fall repent and are restored.

    Some never return.

    God’s mercy remains available.

    Whether they receive it is a choice for which they are personally responsible.

    But regardless of what anyone else chooses…

    Jesus Christ remains exactly who He has always been.

    Yesterday.

    Today.

    And forever.

    Final Word

    Love your pastor.

    Pray for your pastor.

    Be thankful for faithful spiritual leaders.

    But never ask another person to bear a weight only Christ can carry.

    As Rev. E. G. Bass used to say,

    “Put your confidence in man if you must, but put your faith only in God.”

  • Don’t Stop Reading Too Soon

    Don’t Stop Reading Too Soon

    “If you’re going to tell my story… tell it all. Don’t tell me about David and Goliath if you don’t tell me about Bathsheba. Don’t tell me about Peter walking on the water if you don’t tell me about him denying Christ. Don’t tell me about Saul becoming Paul if you don’t tell me about him persecuting the Church.”
    — Rev. Ronald LaCombe

    Those words have stayed with me since I first read them.

    Not because they excuse sin.

    Not because they diminish failure.

    But because they remind us of something we often forget.

    A single chapter is not the whole story.

    Imagine if the Bible had ended at some of its darkest moments.

    Moses standing over the body of an Egyptian.

    Gideon hiding in a winepress, fearful of the Midianites.

    Samson, blind and broken, grinding grain for the Philistines.

    David standing on a rooftop instead of a battlefield.

    Peter warming himself beside the fire as he denied even knowing Jesus.

    Saul of Tarsus breathing threats against the Church.

    Manasseh filling Jerusalem with idolatry and innocent blood.

    If the story stopped there, history would remember each of them very differently.

    But God didn’t stop writing.

    That’s one of the things I love most about Scripture.

    It doesn’t sanitize its heroes.

    If the Bible were merely a collection of inspiring legends, those chapters would have quietly disappeared. Noah’s drunkenness would have been omitted. Abraham’s fear would have been edited out. David’s adultery would have remained unmentioned. Peter’s denial would have been forgotten.

    Instead, God left every one of those stories in the pages of His Word.

    Why?

    Because the Bible has never been a book about flawless people.

    It is a book about a faithful God.

    Moses became the deliverer of Israel.

    Gideon led three hundred men against an army that couldn’t be counted.

    Samson’s greatest victory came after his greatest failure.

    David became known as a man after God’s own heart—not because he never sinned, but because he genuinely repented.

    Peter stood on the Day of Pentecost and boldly preached the very Christ he had once denied.

    Saul became Paul, carrying the gospel farther than he ever carried persecution.

    Even Manasseh—the most wicked king Judah had ever known—humbled himself before God, and God heard his prayer.

    Grace did not erase what they had done.

    Moses still never entered the Promised Land.

    David still endured painful consequences.

    Samson still died in Gaza.

    Peter never forgot that night around the fire.

    God doesn’t rewrite history.

    He redeems it.

    I wonder how many people have already decided your story is finished.

    Perhaps they know about the divorce, but not the healing.

    The addiction, but not the freedom.

    The rebellion, but not the repentance.

    The failure, but not the restoration.

    Maybe you’ve done the same thing to yourself.

    Maybe you’ve convinced yourself that one painful chapter has become the title of your entire life.

    Friend, don’t stop reading too soon.

    The same God who continued writing Moses’ story…

    continued writing David’s.

    Continued writing Peter’s.

    Continued writing Paul’s.

    Continued writing Manasseh’s.

    And if you’ve placed your life in His hands…

    He’s still writing yours.

    The world is quick to place a period where God places a comma.

    People often decide the ending while God is still turning the page.

    So if you’re going to tell my story…

    Tell it all.

    Tell them where I failed.

    Tell them where I fell.

    Tell them where I doubted.

    But don’t stop there.

    Tell them about the God whose mercy proved greater than my worst chapter.

    Because the greatest part of my story was never my failure.

    It was the grace of God that refused to let my failure become the end.

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    Final Word

    The enemy wants you to believe your worst moment is your defining moment.

    God declares that, through repentance and His grace, your worst moment can become the place where His mercy shines the brightest.

    So don’t stop reading too soon.

    God isn’t finished writing.

  • When Conviction Loses Compassion

    When Conviction Loses Compassion

    One of the saddest realities of our culture is that we have become convinced we must choose between truth and compassion.

    We’re told that if we stand for biblical truth, we cannot truly love people.

    Or, if we genuinely love people, we must eventually surrender biblical truth.

    Jesus accepted neither option.

    He never compromised truth.

    He never withheld compassion.

    And somehow, two thousand years later, many of us have managed to separate what He perfectly united.

    Before we go any further, let me be equally clear about where I stand. I believe God’s design for marriage and sexuality is revealed in Scripture, and I do not have the authority to redefine what God has already spoken. At the same time, I believe every person—regardless of their beliefs, identity, choices, or lifestyle—is created in the image of God and is therefore worthy of dignity, compassion, and respect. These convictions are not in conflict. In fact, they belong together.

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    I recently came across a simple quote that has lingered in my mind:

    “When you hold a belief so tightly you cannot see another’s humanity, it will eventually obscure your own.”

    Whether the author intended it or not, I immediately thought of Jesus.

    Not because He abandoned truth…

    But because He never allowed truth to become an excuse for forgetting the value of the person standing in front of Him.

    Think about His ministry.

    The woman caught in adultery.

    The Samaritan woman at the well.

    Matthew, the tax collector.

    Zacchaeus.

    The lepers everyone else avoided.

    The demoniac living among the tombs.

    People whom society had already categorized, condemned, dismissed, or avoided.

    Jesus never ignored their sin.

    But neither did He ignore their humanity.

    He saw people before He addressed their problems.

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    Genesis tells us something remarkable.

    Every human being is created in the image of God.

    Not just Christians.

    Not just people who agree with us.

    Not just those living according to Scripture.

    Every person.

    Sin has marred that image, but it has not erased it.

    That truth should forever change the way followers of Christ see people.

    The person addicted to drugs.

    The man sitting in prison.

    The woman who has had multiple abortions.

    The atheist.

    The Muslim.

    The political activist.

    The LGBTQ+ individual.

    The person who hurt you.

    The family member who rejected your values.

    The coworker who mocks your faith.

    Every one of them still bears the imprint of the Creator.

    If God saw enough value in them to create them…

    And enough value in them to send His Son to die for them…

    Who am I to pretend they are beneath my compassion?

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    James writes something that should stop every Christian in their tracks.

    With our mouths we bless God…

    And with those same mouths we curse people who have been made in the likeness of God.

    James says these things should not be.

    Think about that.

    When I insult, mock, dehumanize, or rejoice in another person’s humiliation, I am doing so against someone who still carries the fingerprints of God.

    That doesn’t excuse sin.

    It simply reminds me that sinners are still people.

    Sometimes I wonder if we’ve become so busy defending biblical positions that we’ve forgotten why God gave us those truths in the first place.

    The purpose of truth is not to win arguments.

    The purpose of truth is to lead people to Christ.

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    Jesus never confused acceptance with approval.

    He welcomed people without affirming everything they did.

    He loved them enough to meet them where they were.

    He also loved them too much to leave them there.

    To the woman caught in adultery He extended mercy…

    Then He called her to leave her sin.

    Those are not contradictory actions.

    They are the very definition of biblical love.

    Love without truth leaves people lost.

    Truth without love leaves people hopeless.

    The Gospel has always been both.

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    During the past month, as conversations surrounding Pride once again filled social media, I noticed something that deeply grieved me.

    Not the disagreements.

    Disagreement is inevitable.

    Christians and our culture have very different understandings of sexuality, marriage, and identity.

    Those conversations matter.

    But what disturbed me wasn’t disagreement.

    It was the hatred.

    The mocking.

    The cruel jokes.

    The celebration of another person’s pain.

    The comments that seemed to delight in making someone feel less than human.

    I couldn’t help but wonder…

    When did we decide that cruelty became a fruit of the Spirit?

    There is nothing Christlike about humiliating someone.

    There is nothing holy about ridicule.

    There is nothing righteous about treating another image-bearer of God as though they have no value.

    If we believe someone is living apart from God’s design, shouldn’t that move us toward compassion instead of contempt?

    After all…

    That’s exactly how Jesus treated us.

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    The Apostle Paul wrote words that every believer should remember:

    “Such were some of you.”

    Those words level the ground beneath the cross.

    Every Christian has a past.

    Every Christian has needed grace.

    Every Christian has stood in desperate need of mercy.

    The only difference between us and anyone still trapped in sin is not our goodness.

    It’s God’s grace.

    That realization should produce humility instead of arrogance.

    Compassion instead of contempt.

    Tears instead of insults.

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    Perhaps the greatest danger isn’t abandoning biblical convictions.

    It’s allowing those convictions to harden our hearts.

    The Pharisees knew Scripture better than almost anyone.

    Yet they looked into the eyes of the Son of God and could not recognize Him because their hearts had become so consumed with being right that they no longer loved the people they were supposed to shepherd.

    Knowledge had replaced mercy.

    Religion had replaced relationship.

    Truth had lost compassion.

    May that never be true of us.

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    As followers of Christ, we should never apologize for what Scripture teaches.

    But neither should we apologize for loving the people Christ died to save.

    Those are not opposing commitments.

    They are inseparable.

    If my convictions cause me to look down on people…

    Something is wrong with my heart.

    If my theology allows me to despise those Christ willingly died for…

    Something is wrong with my theology.

    Because every person I meet is someone Jesus considered worth stretching out His hands for.

    And if He could love them enough to die for them…

    Surely I can love them enough to treat them with dignity.

    Final Word

    The world often tells us we must choose between conviction and compassion.

    Jesus chose neither.

    He embodied both.

    He never compromised truth.

    He never forgot a person’s worth.

    As His followers, neither should we.

    Because biblical conviction should never make us less compassionate.

    It should remind us just how much compassion God first showed us.

  • Independence Day and the Kingdom That Cannot Be Shaken

    Independence Day and the Kingdom That Cannot Be Shaken

    Today America celebrates 250 years of independence.

    Two hundred fifty years.

    That is an extraordinary milestone.

    Today there will be parades, flags waving in the breeze, backyard cookouts, fireworks lighting the night sky, and families gathering to celebrate the freedoms we often take for granted.

    And we should be thankful.

    The liberties we enjoy have come at an immeasurable cost. Countless men and women have sacrificed—some giving everything—to preserve those freedoms for future generations.

    But today also serves as a reminder of another truth.

    Every nation is temporary.

    History is filled with kingdoms and empires that once seemed unshakable. They rose to greatness, shaped the world for generations, and eventually became pages in history books.

    America, as we know it, will not escape that reality.

    No nation does.

    Some look at the political division, the cultural conflict, and the uncertainty surrounding our future and wonder what lies ahead.

    As a Christian, those things concern me.

    But they do not define my hope.

    Because Scripture reminds us that God “removeth kings, and setteth up kings” (Daniel 2:21).

    Paul declared that God “hath made of one blood all nations of men… and hath determined the times before appointed, and the bounds of their habitation” (Acts 17:26).

    God is still sovereign.

    He appoints rulers.

    He establishes nations.

    He determines their boundaries.

    He raises kingdoms up.

    And when His purposes have been fulfilled, He brings them down.

    That doesn’t mean every leader is righteous.

    It doesn’t mean every decision is wise.

    It doesn’t mean Christians stop praying, voting, serving, or standing for truth.

    It means we do those things with confidence instead of fear.

    Our hope has never rested in Washington.

    Our peace has never depended upon who occupies an office.

    Our future has never been secured by any political party.

    Our hope is found in the King whose throne has never been threatened.

    So today…

    Celebrate this nation.

    Thank God for its freedoms.

    Pray for its leaders.

    Honor those who have served.

    Work to make your community better.

    But remember that your highest citizenship is not found beneath the Stars and Stripes.

    It is found in the Kingdom of God.

    Because one day every flag will be lowered.

    Every earthly government will come to an end.

    Every nation will become part of history.

    But the Kingdom of our Lord will endure forever.

    Final Thought

    I’m grateful to be an American.

    But even more, I’m grateful to belong to a Kingdom that will never fall.

    Happy Independence Day.

    May God continue to bless America—not merely with prosperity and peace, but with hearts that humble themselves before Him.

  • 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.