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(Mark 13:21–22; 2 Thessalonians 2:1–12 — NASB 1995) There’s a kind of shaking that doesn’t come from earthquakes.It comes from the screen. A clip that feels too perfect.A “prophecy” that lands too precisely.A voice that sounds familiar—because it was built from someone familiar. The sea hasn’t changed.But the fog has. And when fog rolls in,
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Modern and symbolic—juxtaposes grace vs. artificial deception. The Throne of Grace is not a place we abandon; it is the place we depart from. Grace is not a hiding place from the world.Grace is the launch point into it. “Let us draw near with confidence to the throne of grace, so that we may receive
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“And He said to them, ‘When I sent you out without money belt and bag and sandals, you did not lack anything, did you?’ They said, ‘No, nothing.’ And He said to them, ‘But now, whoever has a money belt is to take it along, likewise also a bag, and whoever has no sword is
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There are days my faith feels like a voyage—wind in the sails, waves beneath the hull, and an unseen destination drawing me forward. I look at the horizon of my own life and realize something sobering: I am always moving. The only question is toward what—and by what compass. Scripture does not invite us to
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Accessing the Divine Through Transcendence—Without Losing the Gospel There’s a reason a sailing ship at sea feels “spiritual” to so many of us. Alone on open water, under a sky that looks endless, you feel it: smallness, wonder, vulnerability, longing. The horizon is both invitation and warning. It calls you forward, but it also reminds
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There are verses in Scripture that are easy to confess and harder to inhabit.Acts 2:38 has become one of those verses for me. “Repent, and each of you be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins; and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.” I don’t struggle
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It’s funny to imagine myself on my ship in a lounge with the Holy Spirit, discussing what martyrdom looks like for me in honor of the King—pipe in hand, coffee on the table—like we’re planning some noble saga together. It doesn’t feel enough to suffer as I am—not that I would wish disaster, disease, cancer,
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TIME FOR PROVIDENCE 