There are chapters in Scripture that whisper instead of shout, chapters that do not announce themselves with miracles or thunder but quietly dismantle entire belief systems if you let them. Second Corinthians chapter two is one of those chapters. It does not feel dramatic on first reading. There is no
Most people remember the miracle. They remember the crowd, the bread, the fish, and the overwhelming scale of what took place. Thousands were fed, leftovers were gathered, and awe rippled through a hillside that had not expected to witness history. The story has been told so often that it risks
There are letters in the New Testament that feel like sermons, carefully structured and doctrinally precise. And then there are letters that feel like you’re sitting across the table from someone who has been broken open by life and is finally telling the truth. Second Corinthians is one of
There is a particular kind of silence that settles in after a letter ends, after a sermon concludes, after the final “amen” fades. It is the silence where belief is no longer being explained but must now be lived. That is the space where 1 Corinthians 16 exists. It is
I want to begin this reflection the same way many of us arrive at First Corinthians chapter fifteen—tired of half-answers, worn down by loss, and quietly asking questions we’re not sure the church always knows how to hold. We live in a time where death is everywhere and
There are chapters in Scripture that feel controversial because they touch places where faith becomes messy, emotional, and deeply personal. First Corinthians 14 is one of those chapters. It deals with spiritual gifts, tongues, prophecy, order, understanding, and worship—but underneath all of that, it is really about something far
There are towns in America that don’t make the news unless something goes terribly wrong. They exist quietly between highways and cornfields, remembered mostly by the people who never left and the ones who couldn’t wait to. They are places where tradition feels like safety, where routines are
We have turned love into something gentle, something sentimental, something safe. We frame it in pastel colors, reduce it to romance, wrap it in wedding vows and greeting cards, and then wonder why the world feels as fractured as it does. Somewhere along the way, love became decorative instead of
There is a quiet tragedy happening in modern faith spaces that most people never name out loud. We talk constantly about purpose, calling, gifting, and destiny, but we rarely talk about belonging. We tell people to find their lane, sharpen their gift, build their platform, and maximize their impact, yet
There are chapters in Scripture that feel like open fields—you can walk through them easily, see the horizon, and breathe. And then there are chapters that feel like tight rooms with low ceilings, where every step echoes, every word feels watched, and everyone seems to argue about where the
There are chapters in Scripture that feel like a mirror you didn’t ask for. You open the page expecting encouragement, maybe clarity, and instead you’re confronted with yourself. Not the curated version. Not the version that looks good in public faith spaces. The honest version. The version shaped
There are chapters in Scripture that inspire. There are chapters that comfort. And then there are chapters that quietly dismantle the entire way we measure success, authority, leadership, and worth. First Corinthians chapter nine is one of those chapters. It does not shout. It does not thunder. It reasons. It