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I’ve sat down—hands to board, fingers to keys—only to meet silence. Not the kind that invites stillness, but the kind that resists movement. I suppose it’s obvious by now: there’s been no post. I have the framework for continuing in Acts. It’s solid. Structured. Faithful. And I still plan to use it. But right now, I long for something else. Not just exposition. Not just discipline. But transformation—holy change. A…
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An invitation to see Jesus not as the political liberator we expected, but as the risen Lord who inaugurates His kingdom through Spirit‑empowered witness. Acts 1:6–8 So when they had come together, they were asking Him, saying, “Lord, will You at this time restore the kingdom to Israel?”And He said to them, “It is not for you to know times or epochs which the Father has fixed by His own…
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As a fellow creative, the Spirit of God struck me with an idea for an adventure—like lightning—this New Year’s Day. Maybe you’re a reader, maybe you’re a writer, maybe you’re just wandering—but if you’re here… Welcome. Words As Pathways I find it incredible how we experience language in so many ways—hearing, reading, writing, feeling, discerning, even communally and symbolically. But more so than that is the power of language accessible…
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As 2025 draws to a close, we look back not just to remember, but to reflect—and discern. This was not merely a year of news cycles and trends. It was a year marked by deep spiritual shaking, ongoing global uncertainty, and increasing moral divergence. The wheat and the tares are growing side by side—and the distinction is becoming clearer (Matthew 13:24–30). Here are a few key themes that rose to…
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A Christmas Eve Reflection | #ADVENT2025 “Christmas isn’t safe. It’s good.”— S. D. Smith Tonight, we stand at the edge of a manger. We sing of peace on earth and silent nights, but if we’re listening carefully, we can hear another sound behind the carols: a battle cry. The cry of a newborn King, invading a world at war with its Maker. In his article, Christmas Isn’t Safe. It’s Good.,…
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The Longing for Open Union “If only you were like a brother to meWho nursed at my mother’s breasts.If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you;No one would blame me either. I would lead you and bring youInto the house of my mother, who used to teach me;I would give you spiced wine to drinkFrom the juice of my pomegranates. Let his left hand be under my head,And his…
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The Bridegroom’s Delight “How beautiful are your feet in sandals,You daughter of a prince!The curves of your hips are like jewels,The work of the hands of an artist. Your navel is a round gobletThat never lacks mixed wine;Your belly is like a heap of wheat,Surrounded by lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns,Twins of a gazelle. Your neck is like a tower of ivory,Your eyes like the pools in…
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