A lot of people do not struggle to believe that Jesus loves people. They struggle to believe that He loves them without first requiring a cleaner record, a stronger spiritual life, a better week, a more disciplined mind, or some kind of visible proof that they are finally becoming the
Before the light came up over Hermann Park, before the city settled into its usual roar, Jesus was already there in quiet prayer. The grass still held the night’s dampness. The trees stood dark against a sky that had not yet decided what kind of morning it would become.
Before the first full wash of light touched the limestone walls of Mission Concepción, Jesus was already awake and alone. The city had not fully opened its eyes yet. The traffic on Roosevelt Avenue was still thin. A delivery truck moved in the distance. Somewhere behind a fence a dog
There is a quiet way many believers lose a day before it even begins. It does not happen with some dramatic rejection of God. It does not happen because they stop believing in Jesus. It happens in a much smaller place, which is probably why it is so dangerous. It
Before the sun came up over Austin, while the skyline still looked half-asleep and the water by Auditorium Shores held the last of the night in it, Jesus knelt in the dim blue quiet and prayed. The grass was still damp. A breeze moved across Lady Bird Lake and pressed
Before daylight had fully opened over Fort Worth, Jesus was already awake. He stood near the Quiet Pool at the Fort Worth Water Gardens while the city still held that thin hour when even traffic sounded tired. The rush of water moved against the concrete with a steady sound that
Before the city found its voice, before the traffic thickened and the towers began reflecting a hard clean light back into the morning, Jesus was alone in quiet prayer near White Rock Lake. The sky was still dark enough to hold the last of the night, and the water moved
Before the first light had fully opened over Oklahoma City, Jesus was on His knees in the quiet stillness near Scissortail Park, with the skyline standing dark and patient behind Him and the city not yet loud enough to hide what it carried. He prayed without hurry. He prayed like
There is a strange kind of sadness that can settle over a person on a quiet day. Nothing terrible has happened. The world has not ended. The bills may still be there, the grief may still be there, the stress may still be there, but on the surface everything looks
Before the sun had climbed high enough to turn the water gold, Jesus was alone at Shelby Farms Park with His head bowed and His hands open in the cool hush of the morning. The city had not fully woken yet, but it was already gathering itself. A runner passed
Before sunrise touched the lake, Jesus knelt behind the stone curve of Promontory Point while, a few parking spaces away, a woman gripped her steering wheel so hard her hands had gone white. The city was still half asleep. The skyline stood in the distance like a wall of dark
Before the first orange line of daylight reached the water, Jesus was already alone at South Shore Park with His head bowed and His hands open in the cold. The lake moved in the dark like something breathing slow and deep. Wind came off Lake Michigan sharp enough to sting