Whew! Well written, @Biblicalman.
As the 3rd of 4 boys, the "forgotten child" by birth order, I'm the internalizer, the empath, and the historian. At 52, having been away from home for 31 years, I now find myself caring for my parents. It's certainly not home anymore.
There are pictures on my wall that don't exist anymore.
All seven of us. Five kids. Two parents. Two dogs. Taken before the exodus started.
Three of my kids live in Florida now. The oldest two left first. The third followed when he turned eighteen. My wife and I are in North Dakota with our two youngest girls and two dogs who still answer to the names of the ones we buried.
Chester. Ginger. We call the new ones by their names without thinking. Our mouths remember the ghost dogs before our brains catch up.
Thomas Wolfe wrote a novel in 1940 called You Can't Go Home Again. Published after he died. The last lines still cut like a blade:
"You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood... back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting, but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory."
I didn't understand that quote until this year.
My dad was an Army Ranger. Police captain. The kind of man who made you feel like nothing on earth could touch you as long as he was in the building. I remember the smells of my mom's cooking. The noise of me and my brothers fighting and doing dumb things. My younger brother getting caught up in our foolishness whether he wanted in or not.
I remember the feeling of safety. That bone-deep knowing that your father has it handled.
I can't go back there. Those smells are memories. That noise is silence. That safety was a season—not a permanent address.
I'm a child of the 80s. Music was always playing. Always. And now a song doesn't remind me of a time—it relocates me.
Duran Duran and I'm in Germany.
An old country song and I'm in North Carolina.
A 90s track and I'm in Hawaii.
Three chords and I'm standing in a place that doesn't exist anymore.
The other day I was writing. Apple Music dropped in a song I didn't ask for.
"Welcome to the Machine" by Pink Floyd.
The opening synth hit me first. Then the lyrics.
Welcome my son. Welcome to the machine.
I stopped typing. Looked at that picture on the wall. All five kids. My wife next to me. And the thought came uninvited—are we inside a machine? Some system grinding us through its gears while we smile for photos we'll weep over later?
I grounded myself fast. The Word of God is my anchor and I don't drift long.
But the thought stung.
Because this week "Christian social media" was buzzing about the Grammys and Kid Rock and the TPUSA Super Bowl halftime show. Everyone had an opinion. Everyone was outraged or celebrating or performing discernment for an audience.
And all of it, every take, every hot post, every argument, reminded me of one thing:
We are not home.
Wolfe was right. You can't go home again. But Wolfe didn't have the answer. He diagnosed the ache. He couldn't name the cure.
Solomon could.
"He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end." —Ecclesiastes 3:11
That word—world—is olam in the Hebrew.
Eternity.
God set eternity in your heart.
That's why the pictures make you ache. That's why old songs teleport you. That's why you call the new dog by the dead dog's name. That's why you sit in a quiet house remembering when it was chaos—and realize the chaos was the gift.
You were built for a home that doesn't decay. Where time doesn't steal your children or silence your kitchen or bury your dogs in the backyard.
The ache isn't a malfunction. It's a homing signal.
"These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth." —Hebrews 11:13
That's what Wolfe felt but couldn't name. That's what Pink Floyd reached for but couldn't grasp. That's what every 80s kid feels when the right song plays and the chest tightens and you're eight years old again for three seconds before time drags you back to the present.
You can't go home again.
Because you were never home to begin with.
"In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you." —John 14:2
He's building it right now.
And when you walk through that door, you won't have to leave again.
I wrote the full version of this tonight on Substack. It goes deeper. If this hit you in the chest, go read it.
@biblicalman
KID ROCK: “There’s a book that’s sitting in your house somewhere that could use some dusting off. There’s a man who died for all our sins hanging from the cross. You can give your life to Jesus, and he’ll give you a second chance…”
CHILLS ✝️🙏🏻
Christmas night I asked my family a question.
"What verse meant something to you this year?"
My daughter-in-law's answer broke the room.
Christie wrote about it on Substack. But here's the short version.
For every man running on fumes right now.
I should be dead already. Moreover, I should be in hell already. It breaks my heart to even tell of the things I've done. But, Jesus... He saved me, spiritually, mentally, emotionally, physically, and financially. Romans 10:13..."Those who call on his name will be saved."
Do it!
Luke 2:21.
Eight days old.
Circumcised according to the law.
And His name was called JESUS.
Not suggested.
Not voted on.
Commanded.
The world has spent 2,000 years trying to bury that name.
They struck it from schools.
Banned it from courts.
Softened it to “higher power” in the churches.
And you wonder why the West is on fire…
In Genesis — He’s the seed of the woman.
In Exodus — the Passover Lamb.
In Leviticus — the Atoning Sacrifice.
In Numbers — the serpent lifted up in the wilderness.
In Ruth — the Kinsman Redeemer.
In Job — the Living Personal Redeemer.
In Psalms — the Praise of His people.
In Isaiah — the Suffering Servant.
In Daniel — the Fourth Man in the furnace.
In Jonah — the Resurrected One.
In Malachi — the Sun of Righteousness.
In Matthew — the Promised Messiah.
In Mark — the Powerful Messiah.
In Luke — the Friend of Sinners.
In John — the Son of God who is also God.
In Acts — the Ascended Lord.
In Romans — the believer’s Righteousness.
In Hebrews — our Great High Priest.
In Revelation — the King of kings and Lord of lords.
Sixty-six books.
Forty authors.
Fifteen hundred years.
One name.
JESUS.
His name is above every name.
At His name, every knee bows.
In His name, demons flee.
In His name, the lame walk.
In His name, sins are forgiven.
In His name, the dead rise.
No other name under heaven by which we can be saved.
The name of Jesus literally means “YHWH Saves.”
He was given that name because He will save people from their sins.
Not might.
Will.
His name is the Word.
His name is Son of God.
His name is Son of Man.
His name is Lamb of God.
His name is the great I AM.
His name is Alpha and Omega.
His name is Wonderful.
Counsellor.
Mighty God.
Everlasting Father.
Prince of Peace.
You want power?
It’s not in your plans.
You want peace?
It’s not in your circumstances.
You want salvation?
It’s not in your effort.
It’s in the name.
Say it out loud right now.
JESUS.
Let your walls hear it.
Let your demons hear it.
Let your children hear it.
The name before time began.
The name after everything burns.
The name that will be on every tongue willingly or unwillingly — when He returns.
JESUS.
Drop His name in the replies.
One word.
Flood this post with the only name that saves.
JESUS.
A history teacher once told me the Pilgrims invented Thanksgiving.
I asked her about George Washington's 1789 proclamation.
She had no idea what I was talking about.
October 3, 1789.
The Constitution is barely ratified. Congress asks the President to declare a national day of thanks.
Washington doesn't suggest it. He commands it.
"It is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for His benefits."
Duty. Not option.
He called Americans to "sincere and humble thanks" for winning the Revolution. For the Constitution. For religious liberty.
Then he told them to pray.
To "beseech Him to pardon our national and other transgressions."
The Father of our Country. Publicly confessing national sin. Calling a nation to its knees.
The Pilgrims weren't even mentioned.
That story came later. Sanitized. Secularized. Safe for public schools.
The real first Thanksgiving was a President declaring that gratitude to God was the price of being American.
They don't teach that anymore...
Mike Elko: "We won that game six months ago and because of what we did in the winter. We didn't win that game because I went in at halftime and said something."
"That's not how this works. ... I have to be calm and collected so they're not frantic."
Someone just told me:
“Pastor, you REALLY need to look into the modern state of Israel.”
Bro… I have TWO seminary degrees from top Bible schools.
Ordained minister.
Thousands of hours in the Word.
Read the Bible cover-to-cover multiple times.
Devoured ~10,000 theology books.
I didn’t get my view on Israel from CNN, TikTok, or some “enlightened” podcast.
My source? THE BIBLE. And it’s crystal clear.
2/4
The Bible says:
✅ The Jews would return to THEIR land in the last days (Ezek 37, Isa 11:11-12, Jer 31)
✅ Jerusalem would become a global flashpoint (Zech 12:3)
✅ ALL nations would eventually turn against Israel (Zech 14:2)
✅ Jesus Himself will return to ISRAEL — feet on the Mount of Olives (Zech 14:4, Acts 1:11)
✅ The eternal capital of King Jesus will be JERUSALEM — not Dubai, not NYC, not heaven (Rev 20-21, Zech 14)
3/4
The Bible literally says “ALL ISRAEL will be saved” (Rom 11:26).
God didn’t replace Israel.
He didn’t transfer the promises.
He didn’t change His mind.
If you think the church “replaced” Israel, you’re arguing with God’s unbroken covenant — and you’re gonna lose that debate.
4/4
So nah… I don’t need your YouTube documentaries, Al-Jazeera clips, or “demonic propaganda.”
I’ll stick with the most accurate book in history — the one that’s been 100% right on every prophecy so far.
God’s not done with Israel.
In fact, He’s just getting started.
Drop a 🇮🇱 if you stand with God’s Word over the world’s noise.
#Israel #BibleProphecy #EndTimes #JesusIsComing
If you're a young man and want your life to be consequential and fulfilled...
1) Bend your knee to Jesus
2) Go to church
3) Read your Bible & pray everyday, and live out of it
4) Find a cute girl who loves Jesus and get married young
5) Have at least 1 more kid than you think you can afford
6) Work hard to build something with your life instead of complaining
It is not the critic who counts. Be the man in the arena for the glory of God.
God: "So let me get this straight. You've been a Christian for twelve years?"
Man: "That's right, God."
God: "How many people have you led to Me?"
Man: "Zero. But I'm almost ready to—"
God: "How many conferences have you attended?"
Man: "About $8,000 worth. Fifteen conferences total."
God: "Did you apply what you learned?"
Man: "I... applied some. But I took notes at all of them."
God: "You spent eight thousand dollars on conferences you didn't apply."
Man: "Well I kept finding better speakers."
God: "How many men are you discipling?"
Man: "I'm in a small group. Does that count?"
God: "You tell Me. Are you making disciples or having coffee?"
Man: "We're... we're really going deep into theology."
God: "For how long?"
Man: "Three years."
God: "Same men?"
Man: "Yeah."
God: "Still meeting weekly?"
Man: "Yeah."
God: "Still going 'deep'?"
Man: "Yeah..."
God: "And in three years, has any of them made a disciple?"
Man: "Well, we're still—"
God: "That's not discipleship. That's a book club."
Man: "But we need to be equipped before we—"
God: "Equipped for what? I sent you out with nothing. Told you to make disciples. You've spent twelve years taking notes."
Man: "But what if I teach them wrong?"
God: "You'll never know! You're using 'I'm not ready' as an excuse to avoid the scary part, which is actually trying and potentially failing."
Man: "But God, real mastery takes—"
God: "I sent out twelve men who didn't have seminary degrees. They turned the world upside down. You have twelve study Bibles and zero disciples."
Man: "But my theology needs to be—"
God: "Your theology is fine. Your obedience is missing."
Man: "But the conference next month is supposed to—"
God: "Stop. Stop going to conferences. Stop reading about discipleship. Go make a disciple. Now. Anyone. Even if you mess it up. That's the only way you'll actually learn what I told you to do."
Man: "But my calling..."
God: "I called you twelve years ago. You've been preparing ever since. Thanks for the prayers."
Time is the only currency you spend without knowing your balance.
True. But incomplete.
You don’t know your balance because God holds it.
“So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12, KJV)
David wrote this after years of watching men die in the battle. This isn’t motivational Instagram content. It’s sobering reality.
Time isn’t yours to optimize. It’s God’s gift you’re stewarding. How you spend it = how you worship.
Busy doesn’t equal faithful.
Productive doesn’t equal obedient.
Most Christians are sprinting full-speed toward nothing that matters eternally.
“For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.” (James 4:14, KJV)
You’re not building an empire. You’re exhaling steam on a winter morning. Then you’re gone.
“Redeeming the time, because the days are evil.” (Ephesians 5:16, KJV)
REDEEM doesn’t mean “use wisely.”
It means buy back what was stolen.
Time stolen by sin patterns, vanity projects, screens, comfortable Christianity.
You buy it back for kingdom work. Not productivity. Kingdom.
“Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth… But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven.” (Matthew 6:19-20, KJV)
What are you building?
Career? Kingdom?
Status? Legacy?
Comfort? Sacrifice?
One lasts. One burns.
You don’t know your balance. Could be decades. Could be days.
Spend it on things that outlast you, marriage, children, discipleship, ministry.
Or waste it on vapor—screens, hustle, comfort, empire.
God’s watching how you spend what He gave you.
—TBM