We can’t remove our crosses or the reality of our deaths. Only Jesus can.
People everywhere, every day, feel God’s wrath—and not as merely an afterlife threat but as a present reality.
Faith, for Peter, is not suspended in religious abstraction. It is tied to something that happened in time and space.

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We can’t remove our crosses or the reality of our deaths. Only Jesus can.
When Dostoevsky died on February 9, 1881, he left behind novels that refuse to flatter the reader or simplify the human condition.
This is the third in a series meant to let the Christian tradition speak for itself, the way it has carried Christians through long winters, confusion, and joy for centuries.
We can bring our troubles, griefs, sorrows, and sins to Jesus, who meets us smack dab in the middle of our messy mob.
The Passover wasn’t just Israel’s story; it’s ours.
The story of your life stretches beyond the dash on the tombstone.
To know the cure is not to become immune to sorrow.
Thanksgiving, then, is not just about plenty. It is about redemption.
Forgiveness is not ours to manufacture. It is ours to proclaim.
Resurrection does not start in sunlight. It begins in the dark.
Just like Peter, you don’t need to do anything to earn God’s forgiveness for your soul wounds.
The world takes notice when Christians forgive because such forgiveness seems impossible.