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And one day, from the line of Shem, Christ would come. He would be the true ark, carrying sinners through judgment. He would be the final covenant, sealed in blood. He would take the arrow of wrath that the rainbow pointed toward heaven. He would become shame, to cover

From Adam to Noah to Shem to Eber to Peleg to Abraham to David to Christ. And from Christ to you. All of history bends toward Him. All of history flows from Him. All of history, including your story, is part of what God is building. But even when the world is silent, God is

A Good Dog’s Last Days Lately, Gus has been laying on the floor more than usual. Not sleeping. Just there. Quiet. Watchful. Like he’s waiting on something. He’s a Yorkshire Terrier, six years old, though you’d never guess it. He still looks like royalty in a dog’s body. His

The Bible is 100% true.

Councilman Lee Vogler was set on fire in a brutal attack. “The LORD is close to the brokenhearted” (Psalm 34:18). Praying for healing, justice, and peace in Danville.

We’re closer to the return of Christ than we’ve ever been!

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I was saved at the age of 42…I owe everything to Christ!

Ephesians 6: We Dressed for War and Never Fought The devil isn’t losing sleep over your devotional habits. He’s not trembling because you listen to Christian podcasts, wear cross necklaces, or fill pews on Sunday. But if you ever opened your mouth and spoke the name of Jesus

Sometimes the most honest prayers are the ones that sound like complaints.

May Christ be exalted from every pulpit tomorrow!

Let’s speak plainly. Sometimes the silence of God feels like a verdict. You pray. Nothing. You repent. Stillness. You plead. Only echoes. And the longer it lasts, the more your heart starts crafting backdoor plans. A Hagar here. A shortcut there. You think, maybe God helps

Mountains? He moves them. Seas? He splits them. Tombs? He empties them. God speaks life into dead wombs and dead hearts. He breathes galaxies into being and bends low to hear a woman laugh in disbelief. He is not limited by age or time or biology or failure. He is not

Conviction isn’t condemnation. It’s a gift.

At dawn, they told him to run. “Take your wife. Take your daughters. Get out. Now.” He hesitated. The house was still his. The curtains still hung. The bed still held the shape of the night before. His possessions, his plans, his pride…still there. So they grabbed his