Faithful Writers

This article examines the biblical, linguistic, and logical evidence that Jesus is Yehovah—the God of both Old and New Testaments—challenging modern misconceptions.

Christian artist Forrest Frank experienced a miracle healing after breaking his L3 and L4 vertebrae in a skateboarding accident, then just weeks later, he recovered, released two viral songs, and captured the journey online.

Free will is one of humanity’s oldest and most fascinating questions. What does it mean to choose our own path, to be responsible for our actions, and to shape our destinies? This document explores free will from both a secular (non-religious) and a Biblical perspective.

God isn’t looking for the qualified — He qualifies the ones He calls. Here’s why spiritual poverty is the starting point of real strength.

The Bible is filled with stories of people breaking out in song, dance, and worship. Give it a try, next time you get in your car, turn off the pop music, turn off the news, and find a Christian station, and just sing and worship.

It doesn’t mean smiling through it. Or faking your way to “blessed and highly favored.” Choosing hope isn’t about pretending you’re fine. Sometimes, choosing hope is just refusing to close the door. Leaving a little crack open. It’s the spiritual equivalent of leaving the porch light on, just in case.

As the world continues to get darker, it’s easy to get scared, to want to stay confined to the safety of our bubbles, and to be selfish with our time, effort, and money. But that’s not what we are called to do.

God is the World Cup Champion when it came to creating a definitive, active, and dynamic vocabulary on how we are to be and what we need to do. Don’t think God doesn’t expect you to put in a little elbow grease here.

Then, take your accompanying high heel and kick him down the steps, knowing perfectly well that man ain’t getting to heaven any other way, but the blood of Jesus.

‎His Word is my foundation, ‎Strong and deep, My heart anchored, ‎In eternal sleep.

Now, you might be saying, “If you know the tips, how do you fall to the bottom of the well?” Because it’s not magic. We’re all living real life here and — for whatever reasons — I’m sometimes tripped up along the way.

I couldn’t skirt around it, I couldn’t “back burner” it any longer. Once faced with it, it wasn’t going anywhere. The Holy Spirit made sure of that, I was being convicted to make a choice.

The Bible isn’t dead ink. Not because the pages themselves are like a magic potion. But because they have the ability to inspire the reader to living a wise life. There are lines in Scripture I’ve read a hundred times. But then one day, in the middle of a mess, or a moment of quiet, or a hard conversation with God, I’ll read that same line again — and it lands different. It breathes.

Dazed and confused, she senses a calm presence approaching her. My child, “What if?” A weak smile crosses her face as the Lord gently pulls the tip of the knife from her blood-stained chest. The self-inflicted wound remains. “What if I heal you?”

When the Psalmist wrote, “The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord,” he didn’t say that they’re hard to find, specific steps.” There’s wiggle room. There’s grace. There’s space to learn as you go. God doesn’t yank the rug out every time you hesitate.

Tear rolls down a cheek in close-up of an eye with long eyelashes. The grayscale image conveys a mood of sadness or emotion.

It’s what makes us morally responsible before God. He gave us a will so that love and obedience could be genuine, not robotic. God doesn’t force obedience — He invites it. The will is where we answer that invitation.

I’d feel bad if I skipped a day. Worse if I missed two. By day three, I was convinced God was giving me the silent treatment and I’d better double up on devotions just to get back in His good graces.

The encouragement for today is that having great faith does not exempt us from making mistakes. Such errors originate from either attempting to help God do what He alone promises, our to add our own desires to the limits of what actually commanded us to do.

I managed to be perfectly still. I knew our lives that night depended on that stillness. His anger and agitation were palatable in the air.

There’s something profoundly sacred about folding socks, waiting at stoplights, and fixing dinner for the umpteenth time. These are not wasted moments. They’re invitations. Brother Lawrence, the old monk who found God in doing dishes, once said, “The time of business does not with me differ from the time of prayer.”

No Christian who is elect of God seeks revenge or attempts to be a catalyst that encourages vengeance. This is not consistent with anyone born of the Spirit of God. However, today, as in the past, many so-called Christians have championed conflict, wars, and deaths. Seeking to enforce the commands of God on a fallen world through instruments of punishment.

I’d close my eyes, exhale, and then — bam — launch into a bullet-pointed list of wants, needs, and stressors. It was fast. It was organized. And it was empty. But for a while, I felt like I was fulfilling my prayer obligation of being a good Christian. (Sad to say).

When I read that verse or heard it from the pulpit, I thought it meant: Read your Bible. It’s the inherent, infallible Words from the mouth of God. In reality, it was intended to reinforce the notion that the preacher’s dogmas (called doctrines) represented God's word and will on the matter.