Jesus warned about blasphemy of the Holy Spirit—but not to terrify sincere seekers. This article explores what He meant, what He didn’t, and why only God can judge the heart. Few of Jesus’ statements have caused more confusion, fear, and speculation than His warning about the blasphemy of the Holy Spirit . Often called the unpardonable sin , it has been misunderstood, misapplied, and sometimes weaponized—especially against those already wrestling with doubt, guilt, or fear. B

A visual look at how children’s entertainment shifted from guarded, value-shaped media to algorithm-driven content that increasingly forms identity, desire, and belief—often without parental awareness. A Three-Era Look at Media, Morality, and Childhood Every generation has had entertainment that pushed boundaries. That part is not new. What is  new is who the boundaries are being pushed for . Forty to twenty-five years ago, there was a strong cultural assumption that children

“I Need to Lie Down.” In the 1990 film Kindergarten Cop , one of the most quoted lines comes from a classroom scene meant to highlight the blunt honesty of children: “Boys have penises. Girls have vaginas.” The line worked because it wasn’t clever. It wasn’t philosophical. It was simply obvious. The humor came from how jarringly matter-of-fact  it was, especially in a room full of adults who were far more uncomfortable than the children. Thirty-five years later, that same lin

Galatians 3:28 proclaims unity in Christ—not the erasure of God’s design. Equal in salvation, united in grace, called to live in truth. Few verses are quoted more often in modern conversations about gender, identity, and sexuality than Galatians 3:28. It’s a familiar line, often shared confidently and sometimes conclusively: “There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” For many LGBTQ advoc

The most decisive battles for the soul are rarely loud. They are fought quietly—through attention, direction, and daily choice. There are few words more dangerous to the life of faith than the word later . It sounds reasonable. Later feels patient. Thoughtful. Mature. It feels like wisdom waiting for the right moment. And because it doesn’t sound like refusal, it rarely triggers resistance. This is where the long strategy exposed by C. S. Lewis  in The Screwtape Letters  come

The most decisive battles for the soul are rarely loud. They are fought quietly—through attention, direction, and daily choice. We talk about community a lot. It’s one of the most celebrated words in the modern church. We encourage people to find it, join it, plug into it, build it. And for good reason because Christian faith was never meant to be lived in isolation. But there’s a question we rarely stop to ask, even as we champion togetherness. What if community, by itself,

New year… same faithful God. Don’t start from scratch—start from grace, walk in hope, and watch out for the subtle traps that try to turn growth into self-salvation. There’s something about a new year that makes us breathe differently. Even if January 1st is just another square on the calendar, it feels  like a threshold. Like the air has been rinsed. Like we get to step forward with a cleaner story than the one we just lived. Some people love that. Some people hate it. (If y

The most decisive battles for the soul are rarely loud. They are fought quietly—through attention, direction, and daily choice. There’s a sentence that shows up again and again in conversations about faith. “I just don’t feel it anymore.” It usually isn’t said with anger, or bitterness, or rebellion. It’s said almost gently, like an observation. As if faith were something you wake up one morning and discover has quietly slipped out of your hands. Always remember and heed the

The most decisive battles for the soul are rarely loud. They are fought quietly—through attention, direction, and daily choice. There’s a version of spiritual warfare most of us expect. It ’s loud. It’s obvious. It announces itself. We imagine temptation showing up like a breaking news alert. We expect rebellion to feel dramatic, unmistakable, even thrilling in its danger. When we picture someone losing their faith, we imagine a decisive moment, a crisis, a betrayal, a bold

From promise to manger. From manger to cross. From cross to empty tomb. The story of Jesus is not a reaction—it is the fulfillment of a plan spoken from the beginning, where eternity stepped into time to redeem what was lost. Long before a cry pierced the silence of night, Before straw felt the weight of Glory, Before shepherds trembled and angels sang— God spoke. Not in riddles to confuse, But in promises to prepare. A Deliverer would come, Born not of human will alone, But

The calendar may be uncertain—but the miracle is not. The Light entered the darkness, and that’s worth celebrating. Every December, right on cue, the same claim resurfaces: “Jesus wasn’t really born on December 25.”  “Christmas is just a pagan holiday.”  “Christians stole it from Rome.” And inevitably, a few self-appointed theological party crashers feel obligated to inform everyone that celebrating Christmas is historically ignorant at best—and spiritually compromised at wor

The faces of New Atheism—less a new argument, more a new marketing campaign. In his short piece “What Is New About the New Atheism?”  David Glass makes a simple point that a lot of people miss: what felt “new” in the mid-2000s wasn’t that atheism finally found the winning argument. It was that atheism found a new public posture —loud, confident, media-ready, and built for a culture already primed to be suspicious of religion. Let’s walk through what the article says, with emp

At the Last Supper, Jesus doesn’t look like a victim of betrayal—He looks like a Conductor calling the next movement of redemption. We talk about the cross like it was a chain of unfortunate events. Bad politics. Religious jealousy. A corrupt trial. A cowardly governor. A brutal empire. And sure — all of that is true. But if you read the Gospel of John with your eyes open, you start realizing something unsettling and beautiful. Jesus wasn’t being pulled toward the cross. He w

Not every disagreement places us in the judge’s seat. Romans 14 reminds us that Christ—not fellow believers—is the Master before whom we all stand. I’m noticing a trend. And I’m not convinced it’s because the Church has suddenly changed. It might be because I have. As I’ve grown—hopefully more mature in my faith, more grounded in Scripture, and more aware of Church history—I’ve begun to see something that should concern every Christian: our growing inability to disagree witho

The signal is already green. Sometimes we’re not waiting on God for direction—He’s waiting on us to move. We say it all the time. “I’m just waiting on God.” Waiting on clarity. Waiting on direction. Waiting on the right door to open. Waiting on God to move. And sometimes that’s exactly right. Scripture tells us to wait on the Lord. Patience is holy. Trust is required. God’s timing is not ours. But here’s the uncomfortable question we don’t ask often enough: What if God isn’t

Human scales demand fairness. The cross reveals something greater—perfect justice, sovereign mercy, and objective truth. One of the most common charges leveled against God—especially in moments of pain, loss, or confusion—is this: “God isn’t fair.” And you know what? By human  standards, that’s absolutely true. God is not fair. But fairness is a human concept rooted in comparison, emotion, and limited perspective. God doesn’t operate on fairness. He operates on truth , justic

Why does a book so many call ‘meaningless’ keep getting crossed out? There’s a strange irony in the modern world that’s hard to miss once you notice it. On one hand, we’re told—confidently and repeatedly—that the Bible is outdated. A relic. A collection of myths written by primitive people who didn’t know where the sun went at night. On the other hand, that same book is banned in classrooms, removed from libraries, restricted in public spaces, mocked in the media, and—through

One Light. One Cross. Many broken pieces—made whole only by the Light behind them. When you look at a stained-glass window, it’s easy to think you’re seeing many lights. Reds, blues, golds, greens—each piece glowing with its own brilliance. But that’s an illusion. There is only one light. The colors do not come from the light itself. They come from the glass. The light remains unchanged—pure, undivided, constant. What changes is what the light passes through. How Stained Glas

One source of warmth. Two rooms. The difference isn’t punishment—it’s proximity. One of the most common accusations against the Christian faith sounds like this: “God says, ‘Love me or else.’ Believe or be punished. That’s extortion.” And to be honest—if that were an accurate description of Christianity, it would be morally repulsive. No loving being would threaten suffering in order to extract loyalty. But that accusation rests on a misunderstanding, not just of God’s action

Ancient civilizations carefully observed the heavens, believing the stars governed fate—yet they missed the Creator who spoke not through the sky, but through His Word. Look up into the night sky. For us, that means maybe catching a glimpse of a few stars between streetlights and city glare. But for ancient civilizations, the night sky was everything. It was their calendar, their compass, their weather report, their navigation system, and—most importantly—their doorway into t