One of my greatest honors has been to coach my son on and off the field! Most importantly to teach him to honor his Savior through obedience. Let the name of Jesus be proclaimed through your obedient submission to him. People will remember you best on how you stood out not fit in
“Christian, though the cup is bitter, yet it is put into your hand by your father; though the cross is heavy, yet he that has laid it on your shoulders, will bear the heaviest end of it himself; and why then should you murmur?”

Thomas Brooks
@Rayme_Treudeau@JDVance having to quickly get him down and into the tomb before sunset made the Catholic site impossible to have been accomplished, no trucks back then. Math don’t math for Catholics and they don’t seem to care.
1 Samuel 15:22 NASB
[22] Samuel said, "Has the LORD as much delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices As in obeying the voice of the LORD? Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, And to heed than the fat of rams.
1 Thessalonians 2:13 NASB
[13] For this reason we also constantly thank God that when you received the word of God which you heard from us, you accepted it not as the word of men, but for what it really is, the word of God, which also performs its work in you who believe.
@sola_chad Zechariah 5:3[3] Then he said to me,"This is the curse that is going forth over the face of the whole land; surely everyone who steals will be purged away according to the writing on one side, and everyone who swears will be purged away according to the writing on the other side
Prayer doesn’t stop you from getting shot, or stabbed, or a hurricane destroying your house or a flood sweeping your children away. Prayer is how you transform into the image and likeness of Christ, and through sanctification are able to live forever with Him in paradise, together with all the saints and angels. That’s what prayer is for, and anyone who rejects that also rejects God, and has no standing to speak on when it is or is not appropriate to pray.
When the Preacher Goes Home
A tribute to Pastor John MacArthur’s final days and the unshakable hope of every believer facing death.
John MacArthur’s last sermon is not with words, but with his life. Now, with tubes in his lungs and the weight of pneumonia pressing down, John MacArthur may be nearing the end of his earthly race.
We are not ready.
We are not ready for men like him to go silent.
You don’t have to agree with everything he said to know what he stood for. He stood for Scripture. For truth spoken like thunder…clear, costly, and close.
For pulpits that didn’t wink at sin or bow to trends.
He preached judgment. He preached grace. He kept preaching when others padded their stage lights and softened their sermons. He stayed when others sold out.
Now the voice that taught us to tremble at the text is whispering in a hospital room. Maybe it has already stopped.
The Shepherd Knows the Valley
We like to think we’re immortal. We numb ourselves with noise, pretending death isn’t pacing the hallway. But not MacArthur. He never pretended death was anything other than what it is…a judgment, a sentence, a reckoning.
He called it an appointment. And he meant it.
Somewhere in the infinite wisdom of God is a calendar. On it is a date. Yours. Mine. His.
We say we believe that, but John preached it. Week after week. He told rooms full of people that their secrets would be shouted and their lives would stand naked before the throne.
If death comes this week, he will not die alone. The Shepherd walks through the valley. Not ahead. Not behind. With.
That is promise.
A Life That Preached Its Own Eulogy
He didn’t just preach the Word. He lived like he would answer for every word he ever spoke and he preached like you would too.
He didn’t flirt with hell. He named it. He warned about it. He pointed to the blood of Christ as the only way out of it.
There’s something in us that wants our heroes to stay. We imagine they’ll preach forever. But the books will close. The conferences will move on. The pulpit will be vacant. And when the shepherds fall silent, wolves howl a little louder.
That’s why this matters.
MacArthur’s death…if this is it…is not just personal. It’s generational. Who will take the torch? Who will preach like Scripture is real? Who will be brave enough to offend?
Where Do We Go From Here?
Where do we go when the preacher dies?
Not just any preacher. A preacher who stood like a stone in the cultural tide. A preacher who buried trends and exalted truth. A preacher who made people uncomfortable and made the Word unavoidable.
Maybe we should start by getting uncomfortable ourselves.
Because the truth is: we are soft. Our sermons are shorter. Our pulpits safer. We speak of sin like it’s a personality quirk and of death like it’s a vague transition.
But John MacArthur told the truth. He said the thing we all know in our bones: we will die.
The clock is ticking and most hearts are asleep.
A Scene Worth Remembering
Imagine the room.
The monitors pulse slow. The breathing machine clicks and wheezes like an old organ. His hands, once used to hold thick Bibles and mark Greek verbs, lie still on the sheets.
A nurse tiptoes around his bed, unaware that she is walking next to one of the most influential preachers of the last hundred years.
His eyes are closed. But his soul is awake.
And then, without ceremony, the silence is broken…not in the room, but in heaven.
Christ steps forward.
Not an angel. Christ Himself.
“Today you will be with Me.”
And the man who taught millions to fear God meets the God he feared.
He does not flinch. He falls into the arms of the Savior whose wounds he spent his life explaining.
This is our future…if we are in Christ.
What Death Means for the Christian
If you’re not a Christian, hear me.
When you die, everything you ever lived for will be lost. The money, the power, the followers, the pleasure…all of it ends.
But for the Christian, death is not loss. It is gain. The breaking of bread with the King. The embrace of the One who never left you. The final sermon, preached not with words, but with glory.
Death is not sleep. It is separation. The soul from the body. The believer from the world. And for those in Christ, it is the final closing of the distance.
John MacArthur is not going to a cloud. He is going home.
Psalm 116:15 says, “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.” Not tragic. Precious. Like a child coming home from far away. Like the moment the door opens and the lights are on and the Father is waiting.
Don’t Let This Moment Pass
Let this death do what most sermons cannot.
Let it awaken you.
Let it make you hate your sin. Let it make you repent. Let it make you stare at the mirror and ask if your life will echo after your body is buried.
Because one day it will be you.
And the real question will not be how many followers you had or how successful your ministry looked.
It will be this:
Did you know Christ?
John MacArthur did. And if this is the end of his earthly ministry, then we can only say: well done. Not because he was perfect. Not because he always got it right. But because he finished.
So where do we go from here?
We go to the Word.
We go to our knees.
And someday, we go home.
The pulpit is silent.
But the Word still speaks.