Reverence Him

Reverence Him. He spoke—and stars ignited. He breathed—and man awoke. He stretched out His hand—and seas parted, storms stilled, blind eyes opened, the dead walked out of tombs. Reverence Him. He walked on water like it was dust. He fed thousands with a boy’s lunch. He touched lepers and they were clean. He spoke truth...

The Empty Tomb Still Speaks

There is a voice that echoes through the ages—through stone tombs, through shattered empires, through bloodied martyrs and trembling saints. It is not a whisper. It is not an echo. It is a shout—a victorious cry from the mouth of a risen Savior: “It is finished.” The resurrection of Jesus Christ was not a symbolic...

For Me

It was the day the innocent was executed for the guilty. The day God poured out wrath, and the sky itself went black. The day justice was satisfied—not by words, not by works, but by wounds. For me. This isn’t theology for debate. This is blood pouring down. This is a body broken, a veil...

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