We Still Need Our Veterans

There’s something different that happens when I meet another veteran. It’s immediate—unmistakable. In a world where “connection” usually means a swipe on a screen or a passing comment in a thread, there’s something real about that encounter. No matter our branch, our MOS, or the year we wore the uniform, we carry something that links...

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...

Saturday Morning

Take a day to breathe, belong, and be. The world hurries. Always has. Always will. Emails, alarms, alerts. Deadlines that feel more like lifelines. The hustle is loud. And somewhere along the way, we start mistaking motion for meaning. That’s why Saturday matters. Saturday doesn’t ask anything of you. It doesn’t expect a report or...

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...

No Kings

For nearly two and a half centuries, Americans have prided themselves on being a people without a king. Our revolution was fought against monarchy, our Constitution crafted to restrain tyranny, and our civil religion forged in the fires of liberty. But beneath our defiant slogans and constitutional safeguards lies a truth we’ve long refused to...

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