There are moments in history when fear expects obedience, when pressure assumes silence, when authority believes it can quiet conviction simply by raising its voice. Acts 4 is one of those moments—and it is also the chapter where fear loses its grip. Not because the apostles were louder than
As another year loosens its grip and the next one waits patiently at the door, there is a familiar pressure that begins to rise. It sounds like urgency. It looks like planning. It often disguises itself as optimism. We tell ourselves that the coming year will be better if we
Acts 3 is one of those chapters that looks simple until you slow down long enough to feel its weight. On the surface, it is a healing story. A man who could not walk is suddenly walking. A crowd gathers. Peter preaches. But underneath that sequence is something much more
Acts 2 is not a spectacle. It is not a church growth strategy. It is not a proof-text for spiritual superiority or denominational identity. Acts 2 is a collision. It is heaven interrupting human momentum at the exact moment humanity thought it understood itself. And the reason Acts 2 still
Acts 1 is often treated like a hallway people rush through on their way to Pentecost, as if its only job is to set the stage and then quietly step aside. But when you slow down long enough to live inside the chapter, it becomes clear that Acts 1 is
There is a particular kind of honesty that tends to surface when a year is ending and another is about to begin. It is not loud or dramatic. It does not announce itself with resolutions or public declarations. It shows up quietly, usually late at night or in moments of
There is a particular kind of heartbreak that doesn’t announce itself with explosions or obvious conflict. It doesn’t come from screaming matches or dramatic exits. It settles in quietly, often in families that still function on the surface. Dinners still happen. Holidays are still attended. Conversations still occur.
Colossians 4 is one of those chapters that people skim too quickly. It doesn’t thunder like Romans 8. It doesn’t soar like 1 Corinthians 13. It doesn’t confront like Galatians. At first glance, it feels administrative, relational, almost ordinary. Instructions about prayer. Advice about speech. A list
I want to begin this reflection on Colossians 3 by naming something most people feel but rarely articulate clearly: the exhaustion that comes from trying to change without knowing who you are changing into. Many believers know what they are supposed to stop doing. Fewer know how to live with
Colossians 2 is one of those chapters that doesn’t shout at you at first. It doesn’t thunder the way Romans does. It doesn’t soar poetically like John. Instead, it speaks in a calm, steady voice, and if you’re not careful, you can read past it too
Colossians 1 does not read like a polite religious introduction. It reads like a collision. Paul is not easing the reader into theology; he is re-centering the universe. From the opening lines, there is a sense that something has gone out of alignment in the human imagination, and this chapter
Most people don’t realize how early they learned to distrust what makes them different. It usually doesn’t come from one dramatic moment. It comes quietly, gradually, through tone, reaction, and repetition. A look from a teacher when you asked the wrong question. A laugh from peers when you