If you grew up Catholic, youโve seen them everywhere.
14 images on the walls of the church.
Each one a stop along the road to Calvary.
Theyโre called The Stations of the Cross โ a meditation on the final hours of Jesusโ life, from His condemnation to His burial.
But what would it look like if a Protestant walked that same road through Scripture?
As Easter approaches, we built a series that does exactly that.
No tradition.
No ritual.
Just the story of Christโs suffering โ step by step โ through the Word.
Walk The Way of the Cross with us:
https://t.co/oBS6jIBPmz
You may have seen the Stations before.
But youโve never walked them like this.
You gave Him your heart a long time ago. In the quiet, where no one was watching, you laid down the deepest part of yourself and asked Him to fill it. He took it. He has held it ever since.
So why do you still guard the smaller thing?
This morning, before the day spends you, tell Him the truth out loud. You can have my reputation. You already have my heart. Then worship like someone with nothing left to protect, because that is exactly what you are.
Read the full morning devotion: https://t.co/osE8Dgtzsp
I stopped on the road this week and looked back at two years of writing, and I finally saw the shape of it. It started at an altar in the wilderness. It moved through the household of God. Then it stopped asking Him to come and started recognizing that He was already in the room. And now He keeps sending me to the edges, to the outskirts, to the person sitting alone, and every single time He is already there waiting. Within us. Among us. Already here. I do not fully understand how all three can be true at once, and in this piece I stopped pretending that I do. The veil did not tear so that God could finally get out. It tore so that we would stop telling Him where He is allowed to be. https://t.co/xr32noEmAX
We love to preach the access. We rarely preach the cost.
The veil was torn from top to bottom, and the way into God's presence stands open. But here is what no one tells you at the threshold: the veil was torn, and you were not. Not yet.
Moses came down the mountain with a face he no longer recognized. Isaiah saw the King and came apart. John fell at His feet like a dead man. Nearness has never been neutral.
The torn veil is not an invitation to visit. It is an invitation to be unmade.
The closer you come, the less of you remains.
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Before the day asks anything of you, He is already here.
We have grown so used to the open door that we walk through it with our hands in our pockets. But the veil was torn so we could draw near, not so we could grow casual. You may come boldly. You should also come trembling.
The blood gives you confidence. The holiness keeps you reverent. And the nearness will change you.
New devotion on the blog.
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Before there were prophets and apostles, before there were temples and tabernacles, there was a garden. And in that garden, in the cool of the day, God walked.
The door we slammed shut was the door of that garden.
When the door closed, the voice did not stop calling.
The first question God asked humanity after the fall was not What have you done? It was Where are you? It is the question of a pursuer, not a prosecutor.
The whole Bible is the story of a God who never stopped calling through a door we slammed shut.
New devotional on Genesis 3, the oldest door in Scripture, and the voice that is still asking.
https://t.co/urJoPh6pjp
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Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. (James 4:8)
It reads almost too simply. Until you realize how rarely we take the step.
How much we would rather He come the whole way while we stay seated.
He has already crossed the unimaginable distance. From the throne. From the manger. From the cross. From the grave. From the throne again. He sent the Spirit so that nearness would no longer require geography.
And on the other side of all that travel, with the Spirit already poured out and the veil already torn and the throne already accessible, He looks at us across what is now only a step, and He says, draw near.
The step is small. The promise is great. He will close the rest.
New devotional on the one motion that begins everything.
https://t.co/M6GPHmULmV
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You have named it well. The same crowd that watched Lazarus walk out of the tomb went home and began to plot the death of the One who called him out. John saw it without flinching: "though He had performed so many signs before them, yet they were not believing in Him" (John 12:37). The hardened heart does not lack proof. It lacks willingness. Abraham's word still holds, that if they will not hear Moses and the Prophets, neither will they be persuaded though one rise from the dead (Luke 16:31). What men call a hunger for evidence is often only a hiding place for a heart that has already decided not to bow.
After the golden calf, God offered Moses a generous compromise.
The land was still his. An angel would lead. The milk and honey were waiting.
Just one thing missing. God Himself.
Moses refused.
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To the ones who watch the sky for a living:
Psalm 135 was reading your sky 3,000 years ago. Clouds from the ends of the earth, lightning for the rain, and the wind kept in storehouses.
A short devotion on the God behind the forecast.
https://t.co/CpRYOwW6oQ
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The veil is torn and still we draw near with reverent hearts and holy fear. You are the treasure hidden from pride. The flame that burns where the surrendered abide.
Heaven never cries "love, love, love."
It never cries "mighty, mighty, mighty."
Of all that is true of God, the angels save their highest word for one thing.
Holy, Holy, Holy.
And they have never once stopped saying it.
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He has been waiting in the middle of you while the edges of you were busy.
A devotion for evening, for anyone who has felt the inch they cannot cross.
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Paul showed the elders of Ephesus his own scarred working hands and said, โThese hands ministered to my own needs.โ He could have demanded wealth, honor, and comfort from the Church he planted, but instead he worked so the gospel would never look like something for sale.
The Kingdom still moves the same way. The shepherd feeds the flock. The strong help the weak. The most generous hands in all the universe are still the nail-marked hands of Christ.
The gospel was never merchandise. Grace was never meant to be manipulated. And the Church was never meant to sound like a marketplace.
โIt is more blessed to give than to receive.โ (Acts 20:35 AMP)
Read here:
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Mary stood in the garden with the risen Christ a few steps away and thought He was the gardener.
You can know every name of Jesus and still feel Him far. The distance was never His. He was never the One who left.
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