He descended to the realm of the dead.
He has ascended into heaven and is now enthroned over all creation. In his human body—as the God who is truly human.
He descended to the realm of the dead.
He has ascended into heaven and is now enthroned over all creation. In his human body—as the God who is truly human.
What we do matters.
What we do matters.
Your worship matters. Your prayer matters.
Your worship matters. Your prayer matters.
Where creation thrives. Where humanity flourishes. Where everything is exactly as it should be.
This is the Eden restoration project—and you're part of the crew.
Where creation thrives. Where humanity flourishes. Where everything is exactly as it should be.
This is the Eden restoration project—and you're part of the crew.
Not professional clergy. Not religious specialists.
Priests. All of us. Royal priesthood.
Not professional clergy. Not religious specialists.
Priests. All of us. Royal priesthood.
By that participation, we are taking part in the transformation of the cosmos.
What you pray in your living room alters the fabric of reality.
By that participation, we are taking part in the transformation of the cosmos.
What you pray in your living room alters the fabric of reality.
Everything is different. The very fabric of creation has been altered.
This isn't metaphor. This is reality.
Everything is different. The very fabric of creation has been altered.
This isn't metaphor. This is reality.
The body of Christ is temple, priest, and sacrifice.
We are the place. We are the priests. We are the offering.
The body of Christ is temple, priest, and sacrifice.
We are the place. We are the priests. We are the offering.
Grief doesn't shrink. You slowly grow around it.
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Grief doesn't shrink. You slowly grow around it.
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Not immediately. Not cleanly. Not without screaming into the void first.
But eventually—if we're willing to remain in the tension—we discover that God meets us precisely in the places we thought He'd abandoned.
Not immediately. Not cleanly. Not without screaming into the void first.
But eventually—if we're willing to remain in the tension—we discover that God meets us precisely in the places we thought He'd abandoned.
The theological cry of isolation in suffering. 'Can anyone possibly understand the specific texture of THIS pain?'
The theological cry of isolation in suffering. 'Can anyone possibly understand the specific texture of THIS pain?'