Faithful Writers

Science has a lot it can't account for. How could someone dead for 3 days, return to life? Meanwhile, we know that when someone dies, the next process of decay begins to take place! If you choose to believe in science, you indeed will be limited by the same. However, if you choose rather to put your solace in someone who is greater than science, your life will definitely produce results that rationality and science can’t explain ! JESUS was nailed to the cross. For three days He laid beneath the earth and then He rose again. Hallelujah! © Anya P.C.

Elijah or Elisha? (I was asked this) On Sunday, I was sitting and reading 1 Kings, then this memory launched itself at me, and I couldn’t shake it. See, I was asked a few months ago who I’d rather be, Elijah or Elisha, and it had nothing to do with what each one accomplished for God. It had to do with Elijah's death. I immediately answered Elijah. When asked why, I said something along the lines of he’s done with this world. He is no longer in this world dealing with all the seasons we all go through. See, I said this as I was going through my own rough season. I was struggling with a lot of physical pain. But nagging in the back of my head was this feeling that I answered wrong, that I needed to rethink my response, and why I responded that way. And you betcha I rethought my response, and it was an intense moment of realization, faith, and repentance. Later that night, I messaged back on the group chat. “I choose Elisha!” Do you want to know why? Because he was alive to do God’s work, and from that moment on something changed in me. I didn’t realize it until Sunday morning, it was the starting point God needed me to see, hear, feel, and realize before He placed me on the path to run a women’s group from my home. There's no pain, season, stress or exhaustion that will stop me from loving the Lord, I wake up every morning because I’m meant to. It is not my time yet, and until it is, I will share His love. © Jane Isley Thank you for taking the time to read, and please consider  supporting my work . Your gift helps keep this work going, blesses others, and means the world to me. You can visit me at Faithful Writers  on Medium, where other Christian writers have joined me in sharing the word of God. You can also find me on   Tumblr  and   Facebook.

No law can erase me. February 22nd, 2025, I stared in shock at a Fox News article trending on my news app. “Wisconsin Democratic governor proposes replacing ‘mother’ with ‘inseminated person’ in state law.” In that moment, I knew a day would come when I would have to defend and fight for my right to say I am a mother in conversation. “So God created humans in his image. In the image of God he created them. He created them male and female.” Genesis 1:27 By His design and proclamation, we are created in His image, two genders equal but different. Both masterfully created to bring life into this world together, each holding a significant role. As women, we are honored to live unique experiences that only we can understand and be an equal counterpart in conception. My gender is not a trend to be picked out of a magic hat one morning and tried on, insulted or worse exterminated because our very existence is a threat that needs to be eradicated by those who wish to live in my reality. To offer up our existence as a sacrifice for your immoral purpose is a dehumanizing propaganda stain that I truly do not understand. To quote Brené Brown , “Dehumanizing always starts with language, often followed by images. We see this throughout history. During the Holocaust, Nazis described Jews as Untermenschen — subhuman. They called Jews rats and depicted them as disease-carrying rodents in everything from military pamphlets to children’s books. Hutus involved in the Rwanda genocide called Tutsis cockroaches. Indigenous people are often referred to as savages. Serbs called Bosnians aliens. Slave owners throughout history considered slaves subhuman animals.” I call out to the religious who stand beside the crisis our nation is spiraling through and support the dehumanization of both genders and wish to strip away my motherhood. Your religion is not Christianity, it is time to relinquish the use of that word to those of us who truly follow Jesus and the Word of God. In your quest for inclusion and indulgence, my gender is being expunged and the Bible is being trashed and rewritten before my eyes. It is torn apart page by page, and verse by verse because of it. Pride is now the word of the day that hangs negligently from your lips. You may think you are making wonderful progress, but you don’t look behind you and see the carnage in your wake. The soul you are destroying, your own. Christians are instructed to be separate from this world for a reason. “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is — his good, pleasing and perfect will.” Romans 12:2 You are seduced by this world and blind to God’s word, only wanting your own because you are fat with slothful hearts. You are a destroyer of Christianity, twisting Scripture for your means. “Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.” Matthew 16:24. You religious are not capable of denying what is going on in this nation because you would then have to deny yourself of your worldly labels, those badges you wear in pretend honor. Your religion excels at propaganda and forced labels, you create new ones each day and often leave the rest of us slack-jawed at the new definitions, redefinitions, and word rearrangements you come up with each week. But my faith does not require any redefinition and is not a PR stunt to steal from. The Bible does not need New Age dissection or inclusive interpretations. You’ve bloodied the waters long enough, let those of us who believe in God be separated from your religion. You are of this world, not God’s kingdom. I do not deny or hinder your free will to believe as you wish, identify as you want, or force my beliefs on you, yet you steal from my Bible. You claim to want inclusiveness but I see, you only want that as long as you can take our free will, force us to identify, change our faith, and strip our genders. Do you see it yet? For as long as you keep trying to appropriate Christianity and the Bible, you are always going to get pushback from those of us who hold fast to it, understand it, and follow it. You have no right to claim you are of the Christian faith, any Christian faith. It is time you release my faith from your lips because it’s not in your heart. But then I see the dilemma you have created for yourself. You truly believe you can rewrite science to change chromosomes, fix genders with a swipe of ink, and think away my motherhood as though I don’t exist. That’s when I see the root problem you created for yourselves and why you still defiantly try to convince us you are a Christian. In your blurred realities, you can identify as anything you want; therefore, it becomes fact. You still want heaven. “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’ judgment time. Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!” Matthew 7:21–23 “You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely.” Psalms 139:1–4 No matter how hard you try to convince yourself of your lie, it is still, by definition, a lie. © Jane Isley First published in Biblical Christian Worldview. Revision published in Christian Wisconsin News , vol 25; issue 10. Thank you for taking the time to read, and please consider  supporting my work . Your gift helps keep this work going, blesses others, and means the world to me. You can visit me at Faithful Writers  on Medium, where other Christian writers have joined me in sharing the word of God. You can also find me on   Tumblr  and   Facebook.

“Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice!” Philippians 4:4 If you’ve ever read that verse and thought, How? How am I supposed to rejoice when my life feels like a painful, overwhelming mess? You’re not alone. I used to stumble over this all the time. For the longest time, I thought rejoicing meant forcing a smile and pretending everything was fine. I believed I had to stuff down my worries and hide my pain, because if I admitted to struggling, it meant something was wrong with me, or worse, with my relationship with God.  Along the way, I got the idea that Christians were supposed to have it all together, and if problems didn’t magically disappear, then clearly I  was the problem.  (this was reinforced many times w/in churches) But that’s not what Paul was saying here at all. Joy vs happiness. Paul isn’t commanding us to feel  happy every second of every day. Happiness is tied to circumstances. But Joy? Joy is way deeper. Joy is an anchor. It comes from knowing the Lord is near, even when the storm rages on. This is the same Paul who wrote these words while imprisoned, not on a chillax vacation or during an easy season of his life. That tells me rejoicing is not about ignoring our pain, it’s about remembering God’s presence within it. Choosing rejoicing. Rejoicing is an active choice, and it's definitely a hard one to make. It’s choosing to thank God for every breath you're taking, even when anxiety wants to tighten your throat. It’s choosing to sing praises while your face is damp and your nose is still clogged from crying. It’s choosing to trust that God’s promises are always stronger than today’s problems. Definitely not easy things to do, sometimes beyond hard, but when you can do them, even in small ways, it will shift your whole perspective. Because rejoicing reorients us. It pulls our gaze off the chaos and fixes it back on the Lord, who holds us steady. It doesn’t erase the struggle, but it reminds us that the Lord is our refuge, our fortress, and our friend. A Psalm to hold on to. “The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped; Therefore my heart triumphs, And with my song I shall thank Him.” Psalm 28:7 So, if you’re struggling today, I want to encourage you to rejoice. It doesn’t mean that “ fake it till you make it ” crap.  It means pause, breathe, and whisper, “Lord, I know You are here.” And that whisper of faith?  That’s rejoicing. © Jane Isley Thank you for taking the time to read, and please consider  supporting my work . Your gift helps keep this work going. You can visit me at Faithful Writers  on Medium, where other Christian writers have joined me in sharing the word of God. You can also find me on   Tumblr  and   Facebook.

I was once told by a psychiatric nurse that I should tell my story.  I scoffed at her, and trust me, I was very rude, but she didn’t give up on suggesting it. At that time, though, I wasn’t in any mood to consider it or anything; I was desperately just trying to survive what my body was doing to me. This all happened while I was a voluntary patient in a psychiatric ward.  Long story short, COVID did one hell of a number on me. First, it went after my heart. Landed me in the hospital for that one, and a heart monitor, because my heart rate was dropping into the lower 30s/ upper 20s at times. All I could do was lie there and think and cry. I made and sent videos to family and friends as a will for my daughter. Then it hit my kidneys. Another hospital stay, acute Kidney Injury, they told me, I think my function dropped to 23%, or 25%, can’t remember which. But I do remember signing that DNR. And finally, last but not least, rounding out to full-blown destruction of my GI tract and nervous system. I admitted myself to a psychiatric ward for that body blowout and to protect myself because I knew what I wanted to do was not right. I was hospitalized three times within four months. By the time I met this nurse, I was exhausted, burnt out, lost, and done with life. From time to time, I had thought about telling my story, but I always thought it meant sitting down and writing a book from beginning to end.  Just the thought of that and writing anything about my life at the moment was repulsive to me. Turns out I was wrong, and she saw something in me that I didn’t know was there. I’ve begun to heal countless parts of my life, body, and soul that I didn’t even realize were still injured by writing. A person’s story doesn’t need chapters or a neat beginning-to-end arc.  My story is broken up into pieces and told out of order.  Every day has a villain, and every day I wake up is part of my story arc. Now, I write.  I break my story into bits and pieces to give hope, reassurance, and encouragement that this, too, shall pass.  I break my story into bits and pieces to give hope, reassurance, and encouragement that this, too, shall pass. You are never alone. I survived what hands down should have been an un-survivable time in my life, and it wasn’t me who did that. To God: Thank you for sending her to me that day.  To the nurse I scuffed at. I’m sorry, and thank you. © Jane Isley (Revision) First published in Know Thyself, Heal Thyself , I think. Thank you for taking the time to read, and please consider  supporting my work . Your gift helps keep this work going, blesses others, and means the world to me. You can visit me at Faithful Writers  on Medium, where other Christian writers have joined me in sharing the word of God. You can also find me on   Tumblr  and   Facebook.

I am a Christian father, educator, and adventure leader and have spent over ten years working with young people attempting to shape their character through faith, discipline, and the outdoors. My greatest joy is sharing God’s creation with my two sons in Outdoor Adventures, big and small. Through my blog at OutdoorKids.Faith I produce resources to equip parents and educators to help families step outside, slow down, and rediscover Christ in His creation. I wrote a book entitled Raising Outdoor Christian Kids detailing my own journey, which I hope will inspire families to nurture faith through outdoor adventures. Rory Wilson

Photo by  Victor Furtuna  on  Unsplash We stand at the top of the bluff, gazing 500 feet down at the Mississippi. Her waters flow with a steady, mesmerizing pulse. The same molecules that passed under the liftbridge in Stillwater, MN, are now cascading over rocks and maneuvering around sandbars 150 miles south. Hubby’s fingers intertwined with mine as the wind whisks the sweat from my forehead. It’s our first getaway as empty-nesters. Wanna climb out on that rock?  Hubby grins slyly. No, but I imagine who would be on that rock if we had brought the kids here years ago! My heart races as images of past-parenting days flash through my memory. Everyone else’s kids are playing on the swings and slides at the park; my kid is climbing the post of the shelter and walking on the roof. Everyone else’s kids are walking the trails at Interstate Park; my kid is climbing beyond the barriers to dangle from the precipice of the furthest rock. All the other kids are safely skiing down the hills at Trollhaugen; my kid is skiing head-first into a tree and undergoing emergency brain surgery.  Well, we successfully kept them alive while they were under our roof. That’s success, isn’t it? I stop and ponder Hubby’s comment. Is that success?  What defines successful parenting?  Is keeping your kids alive for 18 years the definition of success? I shake my head, annoyed at the premise. No, keeping my kids alive is not the goal of parenting.  If life here on earth were the end-all, then we could claim partial success, but the race I am running doesn’t end with the physical death of my body. True life begins when I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith, and there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that day. (2 Timothy 4:7-8) I squeeze my eyes tightly shut in an attempt to prevent the tears. Successful parenting would be watching my children walking in the truth, living righteously, following Jesus. I think I failed. On that January day fourteen years ago, I bundled up my boy with a hedge of protection around his skull. We put helmets on our kids ‘just in case', hoping the need would never arise.  But when the tree aligned with my son’s journey down the slopes, the helmet’s casing cracked to bits, and the foam interior was obliterated. My son’s skull was fractured, and an artery burst open under his skull, requiring surgery to remove a portion of his skull, cauterize the artery, and sew him back together with 113 stitches.   The horse was prepared for the day of battle, but victory belongs to the Lord. (Proverbs 21:31) My kiddos are going through intense battles in their young-adult lives right now. I watch helplessly as they struggle. What did I miss in teaching them? Where did I go wrong? Why isn’t everything perfect?  If I had been a better mom, then things would have gone well with my kiddos, right? Yet each of my children has a will of his own. My job as a mom was to train them up in the way they should go. They each have God’s word hidden in their heart so they might not sin against Him. God’s word does not return void. They each need to work out their own salvation with fear and trembling. So the years of training my children were like putting the helmet on my son on that January day. He was prepared to battle the tree, but the helmet did not prevent the accident from happening. The helmet gave him added protection and strength for the battle he endured.  Without the helmet, he surely would have died.  Our job as parents is to prepare our children. Are they equipped with the full armor of God, prepared to take their stand against the devil’s schemes? Do they have the belt of truth buckled around their waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place? Are their feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace? Have they taken up the shield of faith, with which they can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one? And are they wearing the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God?  If so, they are ready for the battles of life, which will inevitably come to us all. My wise baby brother said to me: Their story isn’t over. The last chapter has not been written. You still have hope. God is still working in the lives of your children.  And it’s true. The headwaters from Lake Itasca eventually made it to Stillwater.  As we stand on the bluffs of Wisconsin looking across the Mississippi at Iowa, the waters flowing are not yet at their final destination. They will journey over many locks and dams, waterfalls and stagnant waters, algae and animals, boats and barges. Eventually, they will complete their journey to the ocean.  So too will my children. May my prayers be the wind to fuel their sails. First published in Pursuing Perfection on Substack by @Tessa Lind,  tessalind.substack.com

Omni Modal AI Have you ever heard someone say that they don’t believe in my God, because He’s judgmental and cruel? I’m sure most people have. I have for sure. Many times. Thing is, I didn’t know how to effectively respond. How do you square the God of plagues and punishments with the God who tells us to love our enemies? But the older I get, the more I realize I was missing the bigger picture. I was caught up in soundbites and skipping the story. Here’s the truth I’ve come to believe without flinching: God is not trapped in the Old Testament. He’s not stuck in the past. The God I read about in Genesis is the same God who walked the earth in Jesus. And that changed how I saw everything. Looking Back With Clearer Eyes When I was younger, I skimmed past a lot of the Old Testament. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? I wanted the “Jesus parts” — grace, kindness, healing, forgiveness. But eventually I went back and started reading with fresh eyes. Not hunting for verses to defend my faith. Just reading to understand. And what I saw surprised me. Yes, there’s judgment. God deals seriously with sin. But I also saw a God who is incredibly patient . Who keeps giving second chances, and third, and fourth. Who rescues people over and over again, even when they keep running away. God defends the poor, the foreigner, the outcast. And I realized I’d bought into a cartoon or Hollywood version of the Old Testament — a version that skipped the compassion, the faithfulness, and the love. When God introduces Himself to Moses, He doesn’t start with threats. He says: “The Lord, the Lord, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.” (Exodus 34:6) That’s not the God of a horror story. That’s a God who sticks with people when they don’t deserve it. Judgment Isn’t Hatred One thing I’ve had to unlearn is the idea that judgment equals hatred. That it’s always punitive rather than redemptive. That’s not what I see anymore. When God brings judgment in the Old Testament — on Egypt, on Canaan, even on Israel — it’s never random. It’s always about justice. We’re talking about child sacrifice, slavery, rampant injustice. God doesn’t look the other way, and I’m glad He doesn’t. I wouldn’t want to follow a God who lets the powerful crush the weak and just shrugs. God’s judgment is hard — but it’s not heartless. Over and over, He warns people. He sends prophets, not armies. He pleads before He punishes. And when judgment comes, it’s not out of spite. It’s because love without justice isn’t love at all. God Hasn’t Changed For a long time, I treated the Old and New Testaments like two seasons of a show with a total reboot halfway through. Season One: fire and laws. Season Two: grace and sandals. But that’s not what the Bible actually shows. Jesus didn’t show up to reinvent God. He came to reveal Him. When I read the Gospels, I see Jesus calling out religious hypocrisy with the same fire I saw in the prophets. I see Him flipping tables, warning about judgment, talking about sin. But I also see Him eating with outcasts, healing the broken, forgiving the guilty. He isn’t less intense than the Old Testament God — He’s just as fierce, but His fierceness is full of purpose. He fights for people, not against them. Jesus didn’t tone God down. He showed us what God looks like in skin and bone. “I and the Father are one,” He said (John 10:30). That’s not metaphor. That’s a mirror. The Whole Story Matters Once I stopped splitting the Bible in two, it started to make more sense. The Old Testament isn’t some outdated mess we have to explain away. It’s the foundation. It’s the setup for the rescue mission. It shows the promises, the failures, the long wait for a Savior. And it shows just how much people need grace. It’s not just history — it’s a mirror. I see myself in those pages. I see my stubbornness in Israel’s rebellion. I see my selfishness in their idols. And I see God’s mercy right in the middle of it all. What This Means for Me Now Now when someone brings up the “Old Testament God,” I don’t dodge the question. I tell them what I’ve come to know: God is just as holy now as He was then. Just as full of love. Just as serious about sin. And just as committed to redemption. We don’t need to edit the Bible to make God more appealing. He’s not a brand. He’s not up for re-election. He’s the same God today as He was in Eden, in Egypt, in exile, and on the cross. I want a God I can trust. That means a God who doesn’t change with the wind. The God who thundered from Sinai is the same God who whispered forgiveness to the woman at the well. The same God who judged injustice then still sees every injustice now. And the same God who promised a Savior followed through. That’s not a contradiction. That’s consistency . I’ve Stopped Apologizing for God I’m not embarrassed by the Old Testament anymore. I used to try to explain it away, or soften it. Now I let it speak. I see the full story — creation, fall, covenant, rescue. A God who refuses to give up on people, even when they deserve it. A God who moves through history, not trapped in the past. So no, God isn’t stuck in some ancient book. He’s not locked in judgment mode, waiting to upgrade to grace. He’s always been both just and merciful. Always holy. Always loving. Always pursuing His people. The Old Testament doesn’t show a different God — it shows how far He’s willing to go to make things right. And that’s the kind of God I can follow — Old Testament, New Testament, today, and forever. © Gary L Ellis

Even your wrong turns can lead exactly where He wants you. I’ve asked myself this question more than once, not out loud though, but in those heavy moments when life feels off-course. You know, when you look around and wonder, “Did I take a wrong turn somewhere?” It’s not always rebellion that makes you feel distant from God’s plan. Sometimes, it’s disappointment or fatigue. Sometimes, it’s just that uneasy ache that comes when you’re doing everything “right,” yet nothing seems to be moving. You start replaying choices in your head, the job you didn’t take, the person you trusted, the path you thought was divine direction but ended up being just… confusion. And slowly, that fear creeps in: Maybe I missed it. Maybe I disappointed God so deeply that He rewrote His plan without me in it. I’ve been there. Watching other people’s lives unfold beautifully while mine looked like a patchwork of almosts and not-yets. You cheer them on, but somewhere deep inside, you whisper, “What about me?” iStock When You Think You’ve Gone Too Far Here’s what I’ve learned, God’s plan isn’t a fragile map that gets ruined by one wrong turn. It’s not as breakable as we think, it's layered with grace, woven through seasons, patient with our hesitation and this isn’t a license to encourage complacency at all, it’s simply our reality in God. Yes, we can delay things through disobedience or fear, but miss it completely? That would mean we’re more powerful than His mercy, and we’re not. When God is involved, even detours become classrooms and silence becomes shaping. God has a way of turning what we thought was wasted into wisdom. Think about Jonah, he ran in the opposite direction, yet God used a storm and a fish to bring him right back on track. That’s not a coincidence. That’s a love that refuses to lose you. And Romans 8:28 still stands as a sure promise: “And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.” Even your detours are included in “all things.” So no, you didn’t miss it. You might’ve taken the long road, but you’re still on your way. The Realization I used to think God’s plan was a single path, a perfect line I had to stay on or risk being disqualified. But now I’m learning that it’s a relationship and not a route. It’s less about “Did I mess it up?” and more about “Can I still walk with Him from here?” And the answer is always yes. God doesn’t operate with expired purposes, He doesn’t say, “You should’ve listened three years ago, so now you’re out.” No, He meets you where you are, even in the confusion and regret. His plan is less about your perfection and more about your proximity. He wants to walk with you through the wrong turns, through the silence, through the rebuilding. Proverbs 19:21 says, “ Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.” So even when your timeline changes, His purpose still stands. Now, that’s the point: God’s plan isn’t a destination, it’s a daily yes and surrender. Surrender To Him If you’ve been wondering whether you missed it, stop replaying what you should’ve done differently. Start where your feet are. Invite God back into this moment, talk to Him like you would a friend you’ve drifted from. You don’t have to have everything figured out, you just need a heart willing to move again, because even when you’ve gone off track, grace doesn’t lose your location. And the God who began your story still knows how to get you there, in His way, in His time, and with His love. © Favour

There! He admits it Himself… Jesus isn't God?? There has recently been an exchange of opinions regarding Jesus between me and a Muslim student. It was a quiet encounter and quite interesting because it had a touch of déjà vu about it. When speaking about the New Testament, there were times it could have been a Jehovah’s Witness, Christadelphian, Atheist, or a graduate of Yale Divinity School at the other end. The common attribute between the Infidels and the Muslims was that neither of them demonstrated rigorous scrutiny. The same incomplete truths kept surfacing. The investigation doesn’t sift through all the evidence, which is common. This figure shows the frequency of the ordinary types of errors in the claims of error submitted to one of the Creation Websites. It can be seen that there are not that many, and one sticks out — lack of diligence — they stop too early. Another commonality is the recurring claim that Jesus could not be God because of what He said — He hoisted Himself with His own petard. Islam, in particular, applies the basic Laws of Logic to this. There is a lot of impressively heavy thinking. But there is an old proverb, ‘Paying attention is more important than thinking. You may end up thinking about the wrong thing.’ The difference between the pro-Christ and the anti-Christ is that the former searches for Truth and the latter halts at anything that could possibly be construed as a lie. Come on! Get to it. There are a number of instances where Jesus separates Himself from the Father in Heaven. These have been well covered by other contributors to Medium; this article by Hope You Are Curious , for instance, so there is no point in re-ploughing that ground. You are strongly advised to read it. The focus here will be on what is written in Mark 13:32–33 “But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. Take heed, watch and pray; for you do not know when the time is.” The simple logic applied here is, “God knows everything. Jesus admits He doesn’t know; ipso facto He can’t possibly be God.” It is admitted that this verse, in particular, has vexed me for a long time. But this morning I was given an Ahasuerus (of Esther’s Xerxes fame) moment. The penny dropped at 02:10 am when the radio was switched on to hear the exact clip of this answer. It is written in Hebrews 2:14–18 " Inasmuch then as the children have partaken of flesh and blood, He Himself likewise shared in the same, that through death He might destroy him who had the power of death, that is, the devil, and release those who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage. For indeed He does not give aid to angels, but He does give aid to the seed of Abraham. Therefore, in all things He had to be made like His brethren , that He might be a merciful and faithful High Priest in things pertaining to God, to make propitiation for the sins of the people. For in that He Himself has suffered, being tempted, He is able to aid those who are tempted. Now read the famous Kenosis , expressed in Philippians 2:5–8 . The key text is Philippians 2:7, where Paul writes that Chris t “ emptied himself ” by: • Taking the form of a servant • Being born in human likeness • Humbling himself to the point of death — even death on a cross Reading these two texts together shows that Jesus took on the natural abilities of a mortal human. The Kenosis shows He didn’t throw the baby out with the bathwater. In modern, cheap idiom, it could possibly be described as being in a Hiatus (between gigs). There was every intention of Him returning to His former Glory. For reasons best known to Himself, God has ordained His Redemption Plan to be as it is. [Don’t argue with me. Show Him where He is wrong when you get your chance.] So, for those who think along these lines, I have a question for YOU. Jesus was made to have the same natural abilities that YOU have. Can YOU tell the future? Remember, divination is a Capital Crime. [Guesses don’t count. YOU don’t even know if YOU will be alive tomorrow.] I’ll gladly respond to any remotely plausible counterargument. Otherwise there’s too much important work to do. The forgoing evidence has not been presented to convince any reader but to allow a personal decision to be made. There is much more to know about this subject. Perhaps you’ll pay another visit, sometime. If you have seen something you like, I encourage plagiarism. So, always check everything I say first, then please re-cycle, re-brand, re-structure, re-issue, re-label, or regurgitate in any manner you please. No need to acknowledge me because it is the Holy Spirit Who holds the Intellectual Rights. All Glory to the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. (We all have a plank in our eye. It’s bigger than we think.) © ネ   Brad Banardict