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Category: Porch Reflections

  • The Ragamuffin and The Holy Life

    The Ragamuffin and The Holy Life

    There is a moment in the film Ragamuffin where you stop watching a movie and start watching a mirror. Rich Mullins was barefoot, restless, brilliant, and broken and somehow more surrendered to God than most polished pews will ever produce. He did not fit the mold of the Christian celebrity he accidentally became. He gave away his royalties, moved to a Navajo reservation, and lived on little more than what a Navajo family might earn. He was, by every worldly measure, a non-conformist.

    And perhaps that is exactly what holiness looks like when it is the real thing.

    We have dressed holiness up for so long that we barely recognize it when it shows up barefoot. We expect it to be tidy and triumphant, well-spoken and well-funded. But the saints who have left the deepest marks on the kingdom tend to look more like Rich Mullins than a keynote speaker at a conference. They are people who got so close to Jesus that the world stopped making sense to them.

    Rich said it plainly: “I think I would rather live on the verge of falling, and let my security be in the all-sufficiency of the grace of God, than to live in some kind of pietistic illusion of moral excellence.”

    That is not a man chasing comfort. That is a man chasing God.

    He also said: “I take comfort in knowing that it was the shepherds to whom the angels appeared when they announced Christ’s birth. Invariably throughout the course of history, God has appeared to people on the fringes. It’s nice to find theological justification for your quirks.”

    We smile at that. But underneath the humor is something profound. God has always chosen the unlikely, the overlooked, the ones who do not quite fit. The ragamuffins. The barefoot ones. The ones sitting at rickety pianos in torn jeans when everyone else is dressed up and playing it safe.

    Romans 12:2 says it this way: “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.” Non-conformity is not a personality type. It is a posture of the soul. It is what happens when we are so filled with the Spirit that the things the world offers simply lose their appeal.

    Rich Mullins lost his appeal for fame, for affluence, for the polished version of Christian life long before he died on that Kansas highway in 1997. What he never lost was his appetite for God. And maybe that is the whole point.

    Holiness is not about being better than everyone else. It is about being so in love with Jesus that you are willing to be different for His sake. To give when the world hoards. To serve when the world climbs. To sit quietly with the poor when the world chases the platform.

    Rich left us this: “Be God’s.” Just two words. Written in autographs, spoken from stages, whispered in the quiet of a life that did not look like success but somehow smelled like the kingdom.

    We do not need more polished Christians. We need more ragamuffins. More barefoot believers who are too busy loving Jesus to worry about what anyone thinks of them.

    So today we ask ourselves the question Rich Mullins quietly asked with his whole life: what would it look like to stop conforming and start surrendering?

    Lord, make us brave enough to be ragamuffins for You. Loosen our grip on the things that do not matter. Remind us that holiness is not a performance but a surrender. And when the world looks at us sideways, let us remember that You have always shown up on the fringes, among the barefoot and the broken, with more grace than we deserve and more love than we can hold. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

  • Grove Street Cemetery c.1847


    Walking through the cemetery, through the ancient oak trees and weathered gravestones
    A resting place for the souls gone before us
    The feeling of lingering spirits, their untold stories, life, love and broken hearts
    Connections that surpass the boundaries of life and death
    The cemetery much like a secret garden
    A place for reflection, holding space in a quiet mind
    We remember the soldiers, the simple folks and those that walked alone
    Their names etched in fieldstones, slowly fading as the years go on
    Stories of courage and sacrifice, we remember through tears
    The gravestones become the silent story-tellers in the tapestry of life
    A gentle breeze – spirits felt among us
    Silent prayers left to the universe
    St. Peter reminds us that we will not be forgotten
    Memories in every quiet step
    The pages of life continue to turn
    The seasons change
    The lilacs bloom, in that quiet corner next to the stream
    I remember you all too well 

    *April 30,1976 – April 14, 2025

  • Finding Stillness: Embracing God’s Invitation to Rest

    Finding Stillness: Embracing God’s Invitation to Rest

    There are seasons when God does not ask us to figure it out. He simply asks us to show up.

    We have been there – haven’t we? We move through our days perform our faith, perform our marriages, perform our lives and check the boxes. Saying the right things. Keeping it together for everyone who is watching. Sound familiar?

    And then, quietly, God points to a little place.

    Maybe it is a stretch of coastline where the waves do not care how well you are doing. Maybe it is a chair by a window with a view that asks nothing of you. Maybe it is simply the seat beside someone you love, with nowhere to be and nothing to prove.

    He leads us there not because we have earned the rest but because we need it.

    Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10

    Not to be productive. Not to be impressive. Not to be healed by next week. Just to be still.

    There is a kind of restoration that only happens when we stop performing. When we let the ocean be loud so we can be quiet. When we sit and simply breathe. When we let God be God and release ourselves from the exhausting work of trying to be everything else.

    He is still leading us to still waters. We only need to follow.

    “He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul.” Psalm 23:2-3

    Lord, thank You for the quiet places You prepare for us – the ones we almost miss because we are too busy performing to notice Your invitation. Lead us to stillness today. Remind us that Your presence requires nothing from us but our surrender. Teach us to be still and in that stillness, to know You more. Amen.

    Friend, has God been pointing you toward a little place of rest? We would love to hear about it in the comments. Pull up a chair – the porch is always open. 🌿

  • Holy Thursday Reflections: The Table of Grace

    Holy Thursday Reflections: The Table of Grace

    A Holy Thursday Reflection

    Luke 22:19 — “This is my body, given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.”

    He knew.

    That is the thing we cannot get past when we sit with Holy Thursday. Jesus knew what was coming. He knew who would betray Him, who would deny Him, who would scatter into the dark. He knew about the garden, the soldiers, the cross.

    And He set the table anyway.

    He gathered them, all of them, including the ones who would fail Him before sunrise and He broke bread. He poured the cup. He looked around that ordinary room at twelve ordinary men and said this is my body, given for you.

    Not given for the faithful. Not given for the ones who would stay. Given for the ones in that room, which means given for all of us, in all of our weakness, in all of our wandering.

    He set the table for the ones who would break His heart.

    And He called it a gift.

    What the Bread Means

    There is something about bread that is already broken before it reaches you.

    Wheat is cut down. Ground. Pressed. Passed through fire. By the time it arrives at the table it has already endured everything that was required of it to become what it is.

    Jesus took that bread, already broken in the making and said this is me. This is what love looks like when it goes all the way. Not held together and pristine and protected. Broken open. Given away. Enough for everyone at the table.

    We receive it with empty hands. That is the only posture available to us at this table. We cannot earn a seat here. We cannot bring something worthy of exchange. We simply come with open hands and receive what He has already broken for us.

    What the Cup Means

    The cup is harder.

    In Gethsemane, just hours after this supper, Jesus would ask if the cup could pass from Him. He knew what was in it. The full weight of every sin, every sorrow, every broken thing in every broken life.

    And yet at the table, before the garden, before the soldiers, He lifted it and said this is my blood of the covenant, poured out for many.

    He offered the cup before He drank it Himself.

    That is the kind of love we are dealing with here. A love that looks ahead at everything it will cost and still says take this, drink, this is for you.

    We have not fully sat with this. We receive it too quickly, too casually, too familiar with the words to feel the weight of them anymore.

    Poured out for you.

    For you, specifically. Not for humanity in the abstract. For you – with your name, your history, your particular collection of failures and fears and quiet shames. He knew all of it when He lifted that cup.

    He lifted it anyway.

    The Table Is Still Set

    Holy Thursday reminds us that we worship a God who initiates. Who gathers. Who prepares a place and invites us to come.

    We did not find our way to this table. We were called to it.

    And the invitation stands, not because we have made ourselves worthy, but because He has made us welcome. The bread is broken. The cup is poured. The table is set in the middle of the most sorrowful week in human history, and somehow it is the most tender thing we have ever seen.

    Come to the table.

    Come with empty hands and a full awareness of your need. Come remembering what it cost. Come slowly enough this Thursday to actually taste the gift that is being placed in your hands.

    He set this table for you.

    Lord, on this Holy Thursday we come to Your table aware of how unworthy we are to sit here and aware that You set it anyway. Thank You for bread that was broken so we could be made whole. Thank You for a cup poured out so we would never be empty again. Slow us down tonight. Keep us from receiving Your gift too quickly, too casually, too without wonder. We remember You. We remember what this cost. And we are grateful beyond what words can hold. Amen.

  • The Alabaster Jar: An Act of Extravagant Love

    The Alabaster Jar: An Act of Extravagant Love

    A Holy Wednesday Reflection

    John 12:6 — “She has done a beautiful thing to me.”

    There are two transactions in Holy Week that happen quietly, almost without fanfare

    In one, a woman breaks open an alabaster jar of spikenard, a pure, expensive, extravagant oil and pours it over the feet of Jesus. The fragrance fills the whole house. She does not calculate the cost. She does not weigh the return. She simply gives the most precious thing she has to the most precious person she has ever known.

    In the other, a man walks to the chief priests and asks a question. Not how can I serve Him but what will you give me?

    Thirty pieces of silver.

    Two people. One Savior. Two entirely different hearts.

    What Mary Knew

    Mary of Bethany had sat at His feet before. She had listened when others were busy. She had chosen, as Jesus once said, the better part. And now, with the shadow of the cross beginning to fall across the room, she did the only thing love knows how to do when words fail.

    She gave everything.

    The spikenard was worth a year’s wages. It was likely her most valuable possession. And she poured it out, not on His head as a king, but on His feet, wiping them with her hair, kneeling in the posture of someone who understands exactly who she is in the presence of exactly who He is.

    She was not performing. She was not seeking recognition. She was worshipping.

    And Jesus, who accepted it all, said something quietly devastating: She has done this for my burial.

    Mary may not have fully understood what she was doing. But her love led her somewhere her mind had not yet caught up to. Love often does that. It moves toward Jesus before the reasoning arrives.

    What Judas Chose

    We do not know exactly what broke in Judas that week. The gospels give us pieces – his complaint about the waste of the perfume, his love of money, his willingness to negotiate. But underneath all of it is something that haunts us precisely because it is recognizable.

    He had been close. He had seen the miracles. He had heard the teaching. He had broken bread at the same table, walked the same dusty roads, watched the same lame walk and blind see.

    And still, he walked away and asked, what will you give me?

    There is something in us that understands this more than we would like to admit. The slow drift from love to transaction. The moment when we begin to calculate rather than worship. When we hold something back. When we weigh the cost of full surrender and decide, quietly, that we are not quite willing.

    We are capable of being very close to Jesus and very far from Him at the same time.

    The Fragrance That Remains

    Where have we been Mary – pouring out what is most precious, uncalculating, undone by love?

    And where have we been something else entirely?

    The beautiful thing about this story is that the fragrance of Mary’s offering lingered. Jesus said it would be told wherever the gospel is preached, in memory of her. Extravagant love leaves a mark. It fills the room. It does not evaporate.

    Betrayal leaves a mark too, but of a different kind.

    This Wednesday of Holy Week, in the quiet before the weight of Thursday and Friday descends, we are invited to choose our transaction.

    Not thirty pieces of silver.

    Not even our best reasoning or our most careful calculation.

    Just the alabaster jar – cracked open, poured out, given freely to the One who is worth everything we have.

    Lord, on this quiet Wednesday of Holy Week, we confess that we have sometimes been closer to calculation than to worship. We have held things back. We have weighed the cost of surrender and chosen something smaller. Forgive us. Soften us. Make us more like Mary – willing to break open what is precious, willing to kneel, willing to pour out love without counting what it costs. You are worth far more than anything we could offer. And still You receive it. Still You call it beautiful. Thank You. Amen.

  • When a Monk Nailed Truth to a Door

    When a Monk Nailed Truth to a Door

    What Martin Luther’s 95 Theses Still Say to Us Today

    Ephesians 2:8-9 “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God not by works, so that no one can boast.”

    On the morning of October 31, 1517, an Augustinian monk and theology professor walked to the door of the Castle Church in Wittenberg, Germany, and nailed a document to it.

    He was not trying to start a revolution.

    He was inviting a debate.

    What followed changed the course of Christianity forever.

    Who Was Martin Luther?

    Martin Luther was a devout Catholic priest and university professor who loved God deeply and took Scripture seriously. He was not a rebel by nature. He was, by most accounts, a man tormented by his own unworthiness before a holy God, searching desperately for assurance of grace.

    What he found in Scripture disturbed him profoundly. Not because the Word was troubling, but because what the church was teaching and what the Word actually said were two very different things.

    And nowhere was that gap more visible than in the selling of indulgences.

    What Were Indulgences?

    In the medieval Catholic Church, indulgences were documents – literally purchased certificates that were said to reduce the punishment a person (or their deceased loved one) would face for sin. The idea was that the church held a treasury of merit, accumulated by Christ and the saints, and the Pope had the authority to distribute it.

    For a price.

    A friar named Johann Tetzel was traveling through Germany at the time with a memorable sales pitch, essentially telling people they could buy their loved ones out of purgatory. The money was being used to fund the construction of St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome.

    Luther was horrified.

    The 95 Theses – What They Actually Were

    The document Luther posted was formally titled Disputation on the Power of Indulgences. It contained 95 propositions – not 95 separate grievances, but 95 interlocking arguments building toward a single conclusion: the church had wandered far from Scripture and was exploiting ordinary believers.

    Written in Latin in the style of academic debate, Luther was initially inviting fellow scholars to discuss and push back. But when his theses were translated into German and carried on the newly invented printing press, they spread across Europe within weeks. What began as a professor’s debate document became the spark of the Protestant Reformation.

    Here is what Luther argued, in plain terms:

    On Repentance: True repentance is an inward, lifelong transformation not an outward act that can be purchased. God alone can remit guilt.

    On Indulgences: Indulgences do not save souls. They only remit church-imposed penalties. Selling them gives people a dangerous and false sense of security about their standing before God.

    On Purgatory: Luther challenged the Pope’s claimed authority over purgatory directly asking, if the Pope truly had the power to release souls, why would he not do so freely, out of love, rather than for payment?

    On the Poor: Some of Luther’s most pointed arguments were on behalf of ordinary people. He condemned the practice of taking money from the poor to build St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome, arguing that the Pope, one of the wealthiest men in the world, had no business burdening the poor for a building project.

    On the Gospel: Here is where Luther’s heart was most fully on display. The church’s true treasure, he wrote, is not indulgences. It is the gospel. And the gospel is not for sale.

    What This Still Means for Us

    Luther was not simply arguing about church policy. He was arguing about the nature of grace itself.

    If grace can be purchased, it is not grace. If forgiveness must be earned through payment, through performance, through accumulating enough religious merit, then the cross accomplished nothing. Then Christ’s words it is finished were not finished at all, only partially complete, waiting for our contribution to make up the difference.

    This is what Paul was writing against in Ephesians 2. It is the gift of God, not by works, so that no one can boast. Grace, by definition, cannot be bought. The moment a price tag is attached, it becomes something else entirely.

    Luther saw ordinary people – poor, grieving, desperate – handing over money they did not have for an assurance that was never theirs to sell. And he could not stay silent.

    The Courage of an Ordinary Moment

    We sometimes imagine Luther as a bold revolutionary, striding confidently toward the church door with hammer in hand. The historical reality is more human than that. He was a man wrestling deeply with his own sin and inadequacy, who had found in Scripture a grace so free and so complete that he could not watch it be corrupted without saying something.

    He did not know what would happen next. He simply knew what was true.

    There is something worth sitting with in that. Most of us will never nail anything to a church door. But we will have moments when we know what is true, and when staying silent feels safer than saying it.

    Luther’s example reminds us that faithfulness to the gospel sometimes looks like ordinary courage – one document, one door, one reluctant act of obedience to what Scripture clearly says.

    Lord, we are grateful that grace is not for sale. That there is no treasury of merit we must purchase from, no certificate that can stand in for the work You already completed on the cross. Forgive us for the ways we have treated Your grace as something to be earned – through enough effort, enough goodness, enough religious activity. Remind us today that it is finished. That You gave freely what we could never have afforded. And give us, like Luther, the quiet courage to hold fast to that truth even when it costs us something. Amen.

  • The Magnifying Glass

    The Magnifying Glass

    1 Thessalonians 5:18 “Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”

    There is something both earnest and a little comical about a person holding a magnifying glass – leaning in, squinting, searching with great intention for the thing they cannot seem to find.

    We have all been that person.

    We hold our longing up to the light and look for the big answer, the unmistakable sign, the breakthrough that will finally feel like enough. We scan the horizon for the extraordinary. We wait for the moment that is clearly, undeniably, worth being grateful for.

    And in the searching, we miss what is already there.

    The magnifying glass is pressed so close to the surface that we cannot see what lies directly beneath it.

    The Ordinary That We Pass Over

    Gratitude, we tend to believe, is something that arrives with the spectacular. We will be thankful when the situation changes, when the prayer is answered in the way we imagined, when the season finally turns. We hold our thanks in reserve, as though it were a reward we grant to God once He has met the threshold.

    But 1 Thessalonians 5:18 does not say give thanks for the circumstances. It says in them. In the waiting. In the ordinary Tuesday. In the cup of coffee that is still warm. In the breath we drew without thinking about it. In the quiet that asked nothing of us this morning.

    The instruction is tucked between two others – rejoice always and pray continually as though Paul understood that these three belong together. That joy, prayer, and gratitude are not separate practices but a single posture. A way of moving through the day with our eyes open.

    What the Lens Reveals

    A magnifying glass does not create what it shows. It only enlarges what was already there.

    This is what a grateful heart does. It does not manufacture blessings out of nothing. It simply trains our attention on what we have been too distracted, too discouraged, or too hurried to notice.

    The ordinary becomes luminous under that kind of looking.

    The friendship that has held steady. The body that carried us through another week. The verse that met us exactly where we were. The door that opened quietly, without fanfare, that we nearly walked past without acknowledging.

    We were searching for something bigger. And there it was.

    In All Circumstances

    These three words do not erase the hard ones. They do not ask us to pretend that the difficult season is easy, or that the ache is not real. Gratitude in all circumstances is not the same as gratitude for all circumstances.

    It is, rather, the practice of refusing to let the hardness have the only word.

    It is the decision to hold the magnifying glass over what remains rather than only over what is missing. To look again. To look more slowly. To trust that the ordinary, examined with intention, holds more grace than we initially gave it credit for.

    Paul wrote these words from prison. Which means he knew something we need to hear: gratitude is not a luxury available only in comfortable seasons. It is a discipline available in all of them.

    We do not have to wait for the extraordinary to begin giving thanks.

    The blessing we have been searching for may already be here – quiet, patient, waiting to be seen. Not hidden from us, but simply small enough that we looked past it in our searching for something larger.

    Set the magnifying glass down for a moment. Look at what is already beneath it.

    This is the day the Lord has made. This ordinary, unremarkable, grace-filled day.

    It was worth noticing all along.

    Lord, forgive us for the blessings we have walked past without pausing. Forgive us for holding our gratitude in reserve, as though You had not already given us more than we have taken time to see. Quiet our searching long enough for us to notice what is already here. Teach us to give thanks not only when the answer comes in the way we hoped, but in the waiting, in the ordinary, in the small and unhurried gift of this very moment. In all circumstances, Lord. Even these. Amen.

    Friend, what ordinary blessing have you been walking past lately? We’d love to hear from you in the comments.

  • Trust Beyond Princes: A Call for Discernment

    Trust Beyond Princes: A Call for Discernment

    “Do not put your trust in princes, in human beings, who cannot save.” — Psalm 146:3

    We like to believe the people in charge are protecting us.

    It feels safer that way. It feels ordered. It feels right.

    But history has a way of pulling back the curtain. And what we find underneath is not always what we were told.

    In 1962 (5 years before I was born), the entire Joint Chiefs of Staff, the highest military leadership in the United States formally proposed a plan called Operation Northwoods. The plan called for staging fake terrorist attacks on American citizens. Blowing up ships. Manufactured hijackings. Violence against our own people, designed to look like the work of an enemy, designed to justify a war.

    Every military leader signed it.

    One man said no. And the documents stayed buried for 35 years.

    We are not sharing this to stoke fear or cynicism. We are sharing it because the Word of God warned us this would be the nature of human power and we keep being surprised anyway.

    Things are not always what they appear.

    The Apostle John wrote to a church navigating a world full of competing voices, competing loyalties, and competing claims of truth. His instruction was not to panic. It was not to despair. It was simply this – test everything.

    “Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God.” 1 John 4:1

    Discernment is not cynicism. Discernment is not suspicion. Discernment is the Spirit-given ability to look at what is in front of us and ask is this from God, or is this from something else entirely?

    Paul went even further. He reminded the church at Corinth that deception rarely announces itself. It doesn’t show up wearing a villain’s mask. It shows up looking reasonable. Looking righteous. Looking like it’s on our side.

    “Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.”
    2 Corinthians 11:14

    We live in a moment when that verse feels less like theology and more like a news headline. When the name of God is invoked to justify things Jesus never would. When power wraps itself in the language of faith. When we are asked to trust institutions, leaders, and movements that history – even recent history – has shown us cannot always be trusted.

    So where do we put our trust?

    Not in princes. Not in policies. Not in parties. Not in plans – even the ones that sound good.

    The Psalmist had watched enough human kingdoms rise and fall to know where the only stable ground was.

    “Blessed are those whose help is the God of Jacob, whose hope is in the Lord their God.”
    Psalm 146:5

    This is not a call to disengage from the world. It is a call to engage it with eyes wide open. To pray with clarity. To vote with discernment. To speak truth without fear. To hold loosely the things of this world and hold tightly the One who does not change.

    We are not naive. We are not deceived. We are not without hope.

    We are just people who have learned – sometimes the hard way – that the only One who has never failed us, never manipulated us, never used us for His own agenda, is the Lord our God.

    Everything else we test.

    Lord, give us eyes to see clearly in a world that is not always what it appears. Protect us from deception – in the news, in our politics, in our own hearts. Anchor us in Your truth when everything around us feels uncertain. You alone are trustworthy. You alone save.

    Amen.

  • Understanding the Spiritual Battle in Our Time

    Understanding the Spiritual Battle in Our Time

    “For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood,

    but against the rulers, against the authorities,

    against the cosmic powers over this present darkness,

    against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.”

    — Ephesians 6:12 (ESV)

    Paul’s Letter and the World It Entered

    When Paul wrote these words, he was not sitting in a quiet study. He was in chains. A prisoner of the Roman Empire, writing to a church in Ephesus which was one of the most powerful cities in the ancient world. Ephesus was Rome’s showcase: military might, imperial cult worship, and a temple to Artemis that drew pilgrims from across the known world. Power was on full display there, and it was unmistakably human.

    The believers in Ephesus knew what earthly power looked like. They had watched Rome crush opposition. They had seen the strong devour the weak. They understood as we do today that nations rise and fall on the strength of armies, economies, and alliances.

    And yet Paul, from his prison cell, looked at all of it and said: that is not the real battle.

    The Greek word he used – pale – described hand-to-hand combat. Close. Intimate. Personal. The fight Paul was naming was not distant or abstract. It was the kind of struggle where you feel the grip of the enemy. Where you can lose ground. Where the stakes are life and death.

    The “rulers” and “authorities” Paul named were familiar terms in the ancient world used for both human power structures and the spiritual forces believed to stand behind them. His point was not to dismiss human responsibility, but to name something deeper: that behind every conflict between nations, behind every act of aggression and every breakdown of peace, there is a spiritual dimension we cannot see with our eyes.

    When the World Feels Like It’s Unraveling

    We live in days that feel eerily familiar to Paul’s. The news is full of nations taking unilateral action. International frameworks built after the bloodshed of two World Wars are being strained. The moral logic that once held aggression accountable is being questioned or simply ignored.

    We watch. We scroll. We argue. We despair.

    And we forget, sometimes, what Paul never forgot from his prison cell: the human leaders making these decisions are not the final arbiters of history. The nations rattling their weapons are not the last word. There is a battle happening at a level that no news cycle will cover.

    This is not a call to indifference. Paul was not indifferent. He wept over cities. He prayed for kings. He engaged the ideas of his day with rigor and courage. Ephesians 6:12 is not a reason to disengage from the world. It is the reason we do not lose ourselves in despair over it.

    The Porch Perspective

    We come to the porch to slow down. To breathe. To remember what is true before we rush back into the noise.

    And here is what is true: we do not have to choose between caring deeply about the world and trusting God’s sovereignty over it. We can grieve the unraveling of international order and still know that no earthly order was ever the source of our peace. We can mourn the lives lost in conflicts we didn’t start and still know that the Prince of Peace is not surprised.

    We can pray for the people in power not because we admire them, but because Paul told us to. We can pray for the nations not because we believe a treaty will save us, but because God loves the nations.

    The real war is being fought in the unseen places. And the weapons of that war are not missiles or mandates.

    They are prayer. Truth. Righteousness. Faith. The Word of God.

    Lord,

    We confess that the news frightens us. We confess that we sometimes look at the people in power and wonder if anyone is steering the ship. We see the old guardrails weakening. We see nations testing each other’s resolve. And we feel small.

    Remind us of Paul in his chains, writing with more freedom than any emperor ever had because he knew who held history.

    Remind us that the battle is real, but it is not ours to win in our own strength. Give us eyes to see what is invisible. Give us the courage to fight the right enemy not each other, not the people whose politics infuriate us, not the nations we fear.

    The darkness is not having the last word. You are.

    Amen.

  • When The World is Loud

    There are seasons when the noise of the world becomes almost unbearable.

    News cycles that never rest. Conflicts that stretch across oceans. Uncertainty that settles into the chest like a weight we cannot quite name. In moments like these, the temptation is to keep scrolling, keep watching, keep consuming as though more information will somehow bring more peace.

    It rarely does.

    The ancient words of the writer of Hebrews speak directly into this:

    “Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.” (Hebrews 12:2)

    Fix your eyes. Not glance. Not occasionally check in. Fix your eyes.

    There is intention in that word. A deliberate turning away from the chaos, toward Christ.

    The World Will Always Have Something to Offer

    And it is rarely peace.

    Scripture does not pretend the world is quiet. Jesus Himself acknowledged it plainly:

    “In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33)

    He did not say if trouble comes. He said when. And yet the very next breath was not despair – it was victory. The One who overcame the world is the same One we are invited to fix our eyes upon.

    The world offers us anxiety dressed as information.
    Outrage dressed as justice.
    Noise dressed as connection.

    But God offers something entirely different.
    “You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in You.” (Isaiah 26:3)

    Perfect peace. Not partial. Not occasional. Perfect – reserved for the mind that is stayed on Him.

    The Discipline of Unplugging

    This is not passive. It is a practice.

    Unplugging from the world’s noise is not avoidance – it is obedience. It is choosing, deliberately and repeatedly, to fill the soul with what is eternal rather than what is urgent.

    Paul puts it beautifully:

    “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy – think about such things.” (Philippians 4:8)

    This is a curriculum. A list of what we are meant to feed our minds. And when we hold it next to the average news feed or social media scroll, the contrast is striking.

    The world says: stay informed, stay outraged, stay engaged.
    God says: stay anchored, stay surrendered, stay filled.

    There is a reason Jesus frequently withdrew. From crowds. From noise. From even the needs pressing in around Him.

    “But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed.” (Luke 5:16)

    If the Son of God needed to unplug and return to the Father, how much more do we?

    Filling the Soul With Things Above

    The soul does not do well with a vacuum. What we empty out must be replaced and what we replace it with matters deeply.

    “Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things.” (Colossians 3:2)

    This is not a suggestion to be spiritual in a vague, general sense. It is a command to deliberately redirect our attention – upward, heavenward, toward the things of God.

    What does that look like practically?

    It looks like opening Scripture before opening a screen.
    It looks like prayer before the podcast.
    It looks like worship when worry starts to rise.
    It looks like stillness in a world that profits from our restlessness.

    “Be still, and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10)

    Not busy. Not informed. Not productive.
    Still.
    He Is Still the Anchor

    The world will continue to spin. Wars will be reported. Uncertainties will multiply. The noise will not quiet itself on our behalf.

    But we are not without an anchor.

    “We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.” (Hebrews 6:19)

    When everything around us shifts, He does not. When the headlines are heavy and the heart is weary, the invitation remains the same – fix your eyes. Unplug from the world’s relentless pull. Fill your soul with what is true, noble, pure, and lovely.

    Not because the world’s problems aren’t real.

    But because the One who holds the world is more real still.


    Come to the porch today. Be still. Look up.
    He is there.