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.
Baptism does not promise us chocolates or flowers, but something far greater: life in Christ.

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Stoicism’s opening premise fails to understand that, from its conception, the heart is a thorny bramble.
When we cry to the Lord in our trouble, he will send us a preacher with words that deliver us from destruction.
“There,” the Queen said, “That’s so much better than talking, isn’t it?”
The one who embodies the dove, that is, the Holy Spirit will be mounted upon the staff of Calvary.
Only by faith in Christ are we truly awake.
Being the baptized just may be the last, great resistance.
Good, we tend to think, is the absence of evil. But this reversal of the formula can only have disastrous consequences.
Our comfort in this seemingly endless age of crisis after crisis is the inexhaustible hope of Jesus’s reversal.
Faith is like a horse with blinders because it only beholds God’s promise. It is obsessed with what God has already said.
You will not be disappointed in this Champion of the Incarnation.
Finding the balance between indifferentism and obsessiveness has never been easy, and it’s especially difficult in our environment.
Whatever body part you are, the body of Christ is no pod person. Together, we’re a living, breathing, deathless whole.