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I want to tell you something that might surprise some believers today: when the apostle Paul wrote to Timothy and said, *"All Scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness"* (2 Timothy 3:16), he wasn't talking

There's a verse in Isaiah that stopped me in my tracks the first time I truly saw it: "Truly You are God, who hide Yourself, O God of Israel, the Savior!" (Isaiah 45:15, NKJV). A God who hides Himself? That seemed strange to me at first. Why would God hide? Doesn't He want us to find Him? But the

The Gospel of Matthew records a moment when Peter came to Jesus with what seemed like a reasonable question: "Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? Up to seven times?" (Matthew 18:21, NKJV) Peter probably thought he was being generous. The rabbis of his day taught that

When I think about the tabernacle in the wilderness, my mind goes straight to the gold, the fine linens, the precise measurements God gave Moses on the mountain. It's magnificent. Holy. Set apart. But there's something else in those chapters of Exodus that stops me every time. Before God ever told

Why would God love sinners? It's a question that stops us in our tracks, isn't it? Because if we're honest, we know what we deserve. We know the gap between who God is and who we are. But here's what changes everything: "God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners,

Moses stood before a new generation — children of the wilderness, born during the long years of wandering. Their parents had seen the plagues in Egypt. Their parents had walked through the parted sea. But these young ones? They knew only the manna, the cloud, the daily rhythm of camp life under God'

When God gave Moses the instructions for the first Passover in Egypt, He was very specific about the blood. "And they shall take some of the blood and put it on the two doorposts and on the lintel of the houses where they eat it" (Exodus 12:7, NKJV). The blood had to be applied. It wasn't enough f

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 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.