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Scripture has a way of meeting us exactly where we are. When I first studied the wedding at Cana in John 2, I saw a miracle. But now, after walking with the Lord through seasons when my own provisions ran dry, I see something deeper. "When the wine ran out, the mother of Jesus said to Him, 'They ha

There's a verse in Deuteronomy that has anchored my soul more times than I can count. It comes at a moment when Moses is preparing the people of Israel to cross into the Promised Land — a land he himself would never enter. The weight of that reality must have been crushing for him. But what does he

The first words of Scripture have echoed through my heart for years: "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth" (Genesis 1:1, NKJV). But when John opens his Gospel with nearly identical words — "In the beginning was the Word" (John 1:1) — something profound happens. These aren't just p

The Gospel of John opens with words that echo across time: "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God" (John 1:1, NKJV). When I read those words, I immediately hear Genesis. "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth" (Genesis 1:1). John isn't start

The children of Israel wandered in the wilderness for forty years. Forty years. An entire generation lived and died without ever seeing the Promised Land. Was God punishing them? Or was He preparing them? **Numbers 14:33-34** tells us plainly: *"And your sons shall be shepherds in the wilderness f

There's a moment in Daniel's life that I keep coming back to. It's found in Daniel 6:10, and it's so simple that we might miss how revolutionary it really is: "Now when Daniel knew that the writing was signed, he went home. And in his upper room, with his windows open toward Jerusalem, he kneeled d

I've been thinking about what it means to have courage. Real courage. The kind that doesn't come from being unafraid, but from being more afraid of dishonoring God than anything else this world can throw at you. That takes me to the book of Daniel. You know the story. Three young Hebrew men — Shad

Have you ever felt invisible? Like your struggles don't matter to anyone — not even God? I want to take you back to Genesis 16, to a woman named Hagar. She was Sarah's servant, caught in a mess she didn't create. When family tension exploded, she did what many of us do when life gets unbearable — s

Memory is a gift from God, isn't it? At 83, I find myself treasuring certain memories more than ever — the day I gave my life to Christ, the moment I knew God was calling me to ministry, the times He carried me through valleys I couldn't walk through alone. Moses understood this. In Deuteronomy 8:2

I've been thinking about Daniel lately. Not the young man who refused the king's food, but the old man — probably in his eighties like me — who still prayed three times a day with his windows open toward Jerusalem. The king signed a decree. Thirty days without prayer to anyone but the king himself.

I've spent most of the last 40 years studying Scripture, and I can tell you — the more I read, the more amazed I become. Not because the words are complicated, but because they're true. Provably, historically, miraculously true. God didn't just inspire the Bible and hope we'd take His word for it.