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Saved by His grace through faith! Soli Deo Gloria.

[Melissa A. McLaughlin @MMcLaughlinsong]

The Lord will rescue me from every evil attack and will bring me safely to his heavenly kingdom.

To him be glory for ever and ever. Amen.

2 Timothy 4:18

[Jalepeño 🇺🇸 🌶️ @beready4rapture]

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[John Rich🇺🇸 @johnrich]

You don't need a Priest, Preacher, Rabbi or any other human being as a mediator between you and The Father. Through Jesus, you can speak to Him anytime, anywhere.

“For there is one God, and there is one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus.”
-I Timothy 2:5

[Eire62 @eire62]

@GregsonDarren CQLJ!

[autocorrect2.0 @autocorrect2_0]

Today I’m thankful that God sent His Son to die for me while I was unworthy. That He resurrected that I may have hope in the face of death. That I may have mercy and grace undeserved.

HE deserves all the Praise, all the Love, all the Glory for ever and ever amen

[Coleen Guzman @gypsyOTR]

“Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love Him.”
~James 1:12🕊

[Pastor Rich Bitterman @w_bitterman]

I Will Never Leave Nor Forsake You

The hallway floor creaked just enough to betray me.

I was twelve years old, barefoot and afraid, tiptoeing through the dark toward my parents’ room. A thunderstorm had been peeling the sky apart for hours, each strike of lightning throwing my ceiling fan into flickering silhouette. I waited until the thunder paused for a breath. Then I moved. Three steps. Then four. That fifth board always gave me away.

Before I could knock, before I could whisper “Dad,” his voice came from the other side of the door.

“I hear your steps, son. Come on in.”

He was already awake. Already listening. Already near.

That memory still clings to me when I read Hebrews 13:5. A voice, already listening. A Father who hears your approach long before you cry out.
A promise that waits at the door.

Footsteps in the Silence

I will never leave you nor forsake you.

The words arrive like solid ground beneath a trembling soul. There is no introduction, no warm-up, no elaborate lead-in. Just the sentence, clear and unblinking.

The writer of Hebrews has spent twelve chapters scaling the heights of Christ’s glory. And now, near the letter’s close, he drops this promise in front of us like a stone pillar set in place. It needs no ornamentation.

He Himself has said. That is enough.

When God speaks, the floor stops creaking. The storm may still rage outside, but something steadier has entered the room.
A presence. A voice. Footsteps beside yours.

The Voice That Cannot Lie

This promise is no ordinary assurance. Its strength comes not just from what it says, but from who says it.
This is the same voice that formed the stars and stretched the oceans to their boundaries. The same voice that asked Adam, “Where are you?” and told the sea, “Peace, be still.”
It is the Father’s voice, speaking with unwavering love.
It is the Son’s voice, who was once forsaken so we never would be.
It is the Spirit’s voice, still whispering in the heart of every believer.

Each person of the Trinity takes part in delivering this promise. The Father holds it. The Son lived it. The Spirit breathes it into our bones.

Not one of them flinches when we falter.

How the Promise Is Spoken

In the original Greek, this sentence breaks grammar. It stacks five negatives together in a way that would make an English teacher wince. Translated word for word, it says, I will not, not leave you. I will not, not, not forsake you.

God speaks in layers. He builds a wall of certainty around His children.

Never. Not in this moment. Not in any that come next.

Even when the doctor leaves the room and closes the file.
Even when your child looks you in the eye and walks away.
Even when prayer feels like throwing stones into deep water.
Still, His steps match yours. Still, His presence does not retreat.
When You Can’t Hear Him Walking

It is one thing to believe this when life is warm and songs are full. But what about the quiet years? What about the long nights when the ceiling stares back and prayer dries on your lips?

There are seasons in the Christian life where God feels hidden. Not absent. Hidden.
A young woman lay dying in her hospice bed. Her husband sat in the corner, hollow-eyed and silent.

“He said He’d be here,” he whispered. “He said He’d never leave.”

Her hand twitched, slow and steady. Her lips were moving.

She was mouthing the words, over and over. You are with me. You are with me.

She could not raise her voice. She could barely open her eyes. But she knew.

He had not left. His steps were in that room.

The God Who Shows Up Quiet

Scripture tells this story again and again.

Moses wandered the desert for forty years before he saw a bush that burned without burning away. Joseph sat forgotten in prison until the morning he was summoned to stand before Pharaoh. Paul stood in a Roman courtroom surrounded by strangers, and suddenly strength filled his frame and truth poured from his mouth.
In every case, God had been near all along. And then, in one moment, He let them see it.

I once prayed for weeks about a situation I could not fix. Then one day, without plan or prompting, I stepped into a coffee shop. I had never been there before. At a corner table sat the only person who could solve the problem. He looked up and said, “I was just thinking about you.”

That was not a coincidence. That was God saying, Here I am.

For the Tired and Almost Gone

The recipients of Hebrews were not giants of faith. They were tired believers, tempted to return to the comfort of old rituals. They were ready to lay down their cross and pick up a more familiar burden.

They were thinking of walking away.
And this is what God said to them. Not a rebuke.

A promise.

I will never leave you. I will never forsake you.

If you are walking with a limp today, He walks beside you. If your steps are slow, He does not rush ahead. If you hesitate, unsure of the path, He does not mock your uncertainty.

He hears every footfall. And He walks in step.

The Promise in the Dark

We often imagine that God’s presence will come like fire or thunder. Sometimes it does. But more often, it slips in through quieter doors.

A child’s laughter at the right moment.
A verse that lifts off the page.
An old song, heard by accident, that says exactly what your soul had forgotten to pray.
You pause. You breathe. And something in you knows.

He is still here.
Not watching from far off. Not waiting at the end of the road. Here. Now. Walking with you.
When the Last Step Comes

Someday, the path will grow shorter. The hallway will grow quiet. The light will fall softer on the wall.

In that moment, this promise will matter more than anything else.

Not your accomplishments.
Not your title.
Not even your memories.

This sentence will carry you home.
I will never leave you.
I will never forsake you.

The breath may falter. The heartbeat may slow.

But the footsteps will not fade.
And still He walks beside you.

[Wendell @wendelltalks]

The tomb is empty and the throne in heaven is occupied!

[JESUSisComingSoon🕚 @GoodShepherd316]

“Now unto HIM that is able to keep you from falling,
and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy,
to the only wise GOD our Saviour,
be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever.
Amen.”
Jude 1:24-25 KJV

[Jamie Trunnel @ascripturedlife]

In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.
Matthew 5:16 NIV

[Pastor Rich Bitterman @w_bitterman]

The Day the Prince of Darkness Died
Ozzy Osbourne’s Final Appointment with Eternity

I was 16 the first time I heard “Mr. Crowley.”
The way it began…haunting organ, crashing guitar…grabbed me by the throat. I didn’t know what the lyrics meant. I didn’t care.

I was angry, curious, spiritually empty, and Ozzy Osbourne sounded like someone who had seen behind the curtain.

He felt untouchable.
Immortal.
A man who drank from the shadows and laughed.

But today, Ozzy died.

And I need to talk to you about that. Not about music. Not about controversy. Not even about Ozzy himself, really.

I need to talk to you about what happens when someone dies.

Because whatever else you believe about Ozzy, this is now true:

The man who called himself the Prince of Darkness has stepped into a kingdom he can no longer define.

I Was 42 When the Light Finally Found Me

I admired Ozzy long before I feared God. I wasn’t raised in church. I wasn’t hardened either. Just… unanchored. I floated through my teens and twenties chasing noise, like so many do. Music filled the void. Metal was a friend that never judged.

By the time I reached my early 40s, I had built a life, but not a soul. I was married. Employed. Civil. I could smile in public and curse in private. I knew how to hide the emptiness. What I didn’t know was how to heal it.

Then Jesus Christ found me.

He didn’t improve me.
He rescued me.
He came with the truth about life, and death, and judgment and I was smart enough, by sheer mercy, to bow.

So understand: I write this not as a critic of Ozzy, but as a man who once walked toward the same cliff.

What Happens When We Die

Ozzy’s death is not symbolic. His soul has separated from his body. His blood cooled. His lungs quit. But Ozzy didn’t disappear. He went somewhere.

And so will you.

You are not just biology. You’re not a collection of carbon, nerves, and brainwaves. You are soul and body, breath and clay. Death tears the two apart, but it doesn’t end you.

The Bible says it plainly: “It is appointed for man to die once, and after that comes judgment.”

Ozzy kept his appointment. You will too.

When you die, you will be awake. Aware. Unmistakably conscious. Not in some floating mist, but in a state of full, terrifying clarity.

You will either enter the presence of Christ or the horror of separation from Him.

And it will be immediate.

There is no purgatory.
No tunnel with a light.
No do-overs.

You will stand…spiritually, then one day bodily…in the place where your life’s choices carried you.

The Resurrection Is Not a Myth

There is a resurrection coming. One resurrection. All will rise. Some to joy. Some to shame.

Ozzy will rise. So will I. So will you.

Your body may be buried, burned, or lost at sea. It does not matter. The God who fashioned Adam from dust can call your atoms back with a word.

Scripture says our resurrection will be like the planting of a seed. The body you place in the ground is not the one that comes out. Just as a sunflower is not a carbon copy of the seed that birthed it, your resurrection body will be a glorified version, fit for eternity.

The believer will rise with a body like Christ’s. Immortal. Incorruptible. Built for worship.

The unbeliever will rise too with a body not to behold glory, but to endure judgment.

This is certainty.

When the Music Stops: Ozzy Osbourne’s Death and the Courtroom of Eternity

Every word you’ve spoken, every secret you’ve carried, every mask you’ve worn will be laid bare. Not before your therapist. Before your Creator.

The books will open.
And nothing will be missing.

You won’t get to defend yourself. You won’t be compared to someone worse. You won’t be able to lie or hide or charm your way out.

If you lived without Christ, you will die without Christ. And if you die without Christ, you will face the wrath of a holy God who offered you mercy and was ignored.

But if you are in Christ, if His blood has covered your guilt, if His name is written over your story…then the judgment will not break you. It will crown you.

Not because you lived well.
But because He died well.

Because your record has been swallowed up in His righteousness.

Eternity Will Be Your Forever Home

I don’t know if Ozzy Osbourne ever repented. I pray that he did. But I cannot speak for him. I can only say this: the lyrics he once sang are now irrelevant. Whatever jokes he made about hell, whatever symbols he wore, whatever darkness he flirted with…it is no longer stagecraft.

It is verdict.

And one day, it will be yours too.

Heaven is not a feeling. It is a place. A place where God is not just worshipped, but enjoyed.

Hell is not a metaphor. It is a prison. A place where mercy has ceased to be offered and every moment burns with regret.

Some will read this and roll their eyes. Others will scroll past and go back to their lives. But someone—maybe you—feels the weight. You know this is true.

You have pushed God off long enough. You have numbed yourself with distractions and convinced yourself that judgment is for other people. Not for you.

But you’re wrong.

The road ends. Every life ends. And only one name saves.

Ozzy’s Death Is Not About Ozzy

It’s about you.

The news of his death is not a tabloid event. It is a trumpet blast to the living.

The man who once stood on stage and howled at the moon is now silent. The crowd is gone. The lights are off.

And he is face to face with eternity.

So ask yourself: if the curtain fell tonight, would you be ready?

Do not play games with your soul.
Do not wait to become a better version of yourself.
Do not pretend that God is still deciding what to do with you.

He already has.
He sent His Son.
He opened the door.

And He promised…if you will repent and believe…you will be saved.

Not improved.
Not reformed.
Saved.

You will still die. But death will lose its power. It will become a doorway, not a sentence. And when the trumpet sounds, and your body rises, you will see Him—Christ—and He will not be your Judge.
He will be your Joy.

The Last Song

There are no encore performances in the afterlife.

When the music stops, the truth speaks. Not your truth. The truth.

The Son of God was crucified for sinners. That includes you. That included me.

I was 42 when I bowed the knee. Forty-two years of wandering and noise and pride. Forty-two years on the edge of hell, smiling like it wasn’t real.

But now I’m a pastor. A husband. A follower of Jesus. I live to preach the gospel I once ignored.
So believe me when I tell you: the only song worth singing is the one that ends with Christ on the throne.

And the only death worth dying is the one where you rise again.

[DrJackHughes @DrJackHughes]

Consider Titus 2:11-14 which reads, "For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation to all men, 12 instructing us to deny ungodliness and worldly desires and to live sensibly, righteously and godly in the present age, 13 looking for the blessed hope and the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior, Christ Jesus, 14 who gave Himself for us to redeem us from every lawless deed, and to purify for Himself a people for His own possession, zealous for good deeds."

Now consider what the grace of God produces in the life of every truly born again believer. There are many who, like the Cretans, "profess to know God but with their deeds deny Him" and therefore are "defiled, unbelieving, detestable, disobedient, and worthless for any good deed," (Titus 1:15-16). The saving grace of God regenerates, transforms, and makes sinners into saints and new creatures in Christ.

1. Jesus is the ultimate expression of God’s grace.
2. The grace of God in Christ brings salvation to all men.
3. The grace of God instructs us to deny ungodliness.
4. The grace of God instructs us to deny worldly desires.
5. The grace of God instructs us to live sensibly.
6. The grace of God instructs us to live righteously.
7. The grace of God instructs us to live godly lives.
8. The grace of God makes us look for Jesus’ coming.
9. The grace of God redeems us from lawlessness.
10. The grace of God purifies us.
11. The grace of God makes us God’s possession.
12. The grace of God makes us zealous for good deeds.

[Sarah @italiathetruth]

“I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”
-Galatians 2:20

[Owen Strachan @ostrachan]

I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen--not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.

--CS Lewis

[The Daily Spurgeon @dailyspurgeon]

The very instant that a man trusts Christ with all his heart, the past is blotted out as if it had never existed: all the sins he has ever done in thought, in word, in deed, however crimson in dye, go at once, they are sunk as in the sea, never to be found again.

[Ms. Colbert 🌹✨ @MsColbert101]

There's No one like You Lord; there's No one greater! 🙌🏾❤️‍🔥

"Your ways, God, are holy.
What god is as great as our God?"

Psalm 77:13 📖🙏🏾

[Ꮗa̷̫̝̖̽̈̓̋ͅყᴎe̴̡̝̼̯̾̉͗̀͒͛̍̈́ _永 @Wayne_Yong_]

"Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." Hebrews 12:2

[BeReadyForTheRapture💙💙💙 @HarpazoDkl]

📢📣1 Corinthians 15:52 – in a moment, in the twinklingof an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
🔶Ready or not!It's coming!
🔷 It's biblical!
🔹It will be sudden!

[𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 ✡ @TheBelieverJC]

📖Philippians 3:20-21🕊
But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body, by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself.

[Lee W. Brainard @soothkeep]

As we approach Purim, I find it fascinating that influential Persian political figures are today scheming the genocide of the entire Jewish race, similar to the schemes of Haman that we read about in Esther. BUT GOD! The same Almighty God who worked amazingly behind the scenes for Israel's deliverance some 2500 years ago, is still working behind the scenes today. He will preserve Israel and harm those who attempt to harm her. The God who never breaks his promises will yet fulfill ALL the promises he made to Israel.