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The Gospel in the Grass

Key Scripture

“The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.
You care for the land and water it; you enrich it abundantly.
The streams of God are filled with water to provide the people with grain,
for so you have ordained it.”
—Psalm 65:8–9 (NIV)

Have you ever paused to consider the wonder of the world around us?

Ants gather food for the survival of the colony. Squirrels store nuts for leaner times. Animals fatten up in summer to endure the winter. Birds fly south to escape the cold and return when the seasons shift. Wolves hunt in packs. Gazelles—though slower than cheetahs—survive most encounters. None of these creatures worry about tomorrow. They simply do what God created them to do.

Water gathers in the oceans, evaporates, rises into the atmosphere, and travels hundreds—sometimes thousands—of miles before falling back to earth. Some rain nourishes lush fields, feeding grass and wildlife. Some falls on mountains, forming streams that flow into rivers, replenishing lakes and oceans. These waters power generators, sustain aquatic life, and even fall as snow—stored for years until it melts and joins the rush toward the sea.

This cycle is not random. It is provision—ordained by God.

And then there’s us—the only part of creation that worries about tomorrow.

Our bodies are miracles of growth, reproduction, and healing. A fertilized egg becomes a mature adult—how? We may understand the biology, but the mystery remains. Who imagined white blood cells—those microscopic soldiers that defend us from infection? Who designed the eye to convert light into images the brain can interpret? How is memory stored and recalled? Muscles, nerves, bones, tendons. Even our emotions remind us that we are more than flesh and bone—we are souls, designed to feel, remember, and belong.

Creation doesn’t just reveal how things work—it reveals the heart of the One who made them. And the gospel tells us that this same Creator did not remain distant, but entered His creation to redeem what was broken and restore what He loves.

We are fearfully and wonderfully made.

Consider the rose: delicate, layered petals forming a perfect shape, surrounded by thorns. Or the wildflowers that bloom in hidden valleys—never seen by human eyes, never touched by human feet.

I once rode a tandem bicycle with a teenage girl who had recently lost her sight due to diabetes. We pedaled through rural Georgia on a charity ride. On the second day, we climbed Pine Mountain. It was Memorial Day weekend—spring in full bloom. After a steep ascent, we came upon a valley blanketed in wildflowers of every imaginable color. It took my breath away.

My partner heard my gasp and asked what I saw. I tried to describe it to her—but words failed. I struggled to explain the waves of yellow, purple, and red, the way the flowers stretched like a living quilt across the valley floor. Yet even in my stumbling description, she smiled. She believed it was beautiful, even if she couldn’t see it.

I had never felt so aware of the limits of language. Trying to convey the beauty of God’s creation to someone who could no longer see it was both humbling and holy. I will never forget that moment.

And I often wonder about all the valleys carpeted with wildflowers that no human will ever see.

Have you ever marveled at the deep blue of a cloudless sky? The vastness of stars at night? The endless horizon from the middle of the ocean? The grandeur of mountains and valleys in springtime?

God did not have to give color to flowers, flavor to food, or joy in friendship. He did not have to provide grass for cattle, meat for lions, water for fish, or sky for birds. But He did—because this is His creation, and He loves what He has made.

And the gospel tells us He loves it enough to enter it, redeem it, and one day restore it.

He provides for the cattle, the fish, the birds, and the creeping things. And He provides for us—because He loves us.

So today, pause. Step outside. Let the breeze remind you that you are held. Let the sky remind you that you are small—but deeply loved. Let the rhythm of creation draw you into trust.

The same God who tends the grass also tends your life.
You are invited to trust Him with it.

Prayer

Lord, open my eyes to Your wonders. Help me to see the beauty of Your creation and remember that I am part of it. Teach me to trust You, as the birds and flowers do, and to join all creation in songs of joy.
Amen.

I Wanna Dance Like Enoch Danced

“Enoch walked faithfully with God; then he was no more, because God took him away.” —Genesis 5:24

Enoch didn’t perform for God.
He didn’t impress God.
He walked with God.

So closely, so consistently, so intimately that one day heaven simply folded him in.

That kind of walk has always stirred something deep in my soul.

The Broken Beginning

In 1999, we didn’t plan revival.
We didn’t schedule an awakening.
We simply reached the end of ourselves—and God met us there.

Our church had lost leadership and direction, but in that vacuum, the Spirit stirred hunger. Prayer became our oxygen. Worship became our warfare.

And one Sunday, heaven interrupted the ordinary.

People rushed the altar. They wept, collapsed, cried out. Salvation came—not only in the sanctuary, but in hallways, parking lots, and whispered conversations. Marriages were restored. Callings ignited. Lives changed.

As the worship leader, I witnessed it firsthand.

I saw the Spirit sweep across the room.
I saw people fall under a weight they could not explain.
And in moments I can only describe as holy and humbling, I became deeply aware that worship was participating in something far bigger than sound or song.

This is not a formula.
It is not something to reproduce or manufacture.
It was simply God’s presence responding to surrendered hearts.

The Cost of Praise

Isaiah cried, “Woe is me… I am undone.” —Isaiah 6:5 And that’s how I felt.

Undone by holiness.
Exposed by pride.

True worship costs something. Not money. Not talent.
Pride.

David understood it when he said,
I will not offer to the Lord that which costs me nothing. —II Samuel 24:24

To worship freely, I must release my need to appear composed.
To walk closely, I must die to self-awareness and awaken to intimacy.

Walking, Not Performing

Enoch’s legacy wasn’t built on moments—it was built on movement.
Step after step. Day after day.
A life oriented toward God.

Worship, at its truest, is not spectacle.
It is alignment.

And when alignment happens, heaven and earth respond.

What I once described as “feeding angels” was my limited language for a deeper truth: when God’s people surrender in worship, the spiritual atmosphere shifts. Praise does not empower God—but it positions us within what He is already doing.

Legacy Through Intimacy

Wayne Watson once sang,
“I want to get so close to Him that it’s no big change on that day when Jesus calls my name.”

That was Enoch’s life.

And his walk didn’t end with him. It echoed forward—through Noah, through generations, through history.

What if our worship today is shaping tomorrow’s faith?
What if our intimacy becomes someone else’s inheritance?

I want to dance like Enoch danced!

Prayer

Lord, teach me to walk with You—not perform for You.
Kill my pride.
Strip away my self-consciousness.
Make me childlike again.
Let my worship be obedience, and my obedience intimacy.
Draw me so close that heaven never feels foreign.
Amen.

The Counterfeit Feast

Key Scripture

““Stolen water is sweet; And bread eaten in secret is pleasant.” But he does not know that the dead are there, That her guests are in the depths of Sheol.”
—Proverbs 9:17-18 (NIV)

Just as Proverbs 5 dissects the anatomy of temptation, Proverbs 9 presents the final, ultimate choice between two competing invitations. The chapter first describes the call of Lady Wisdom, who has built her house, prepared her feast, and sent out her servants to invite the simple to life.

In stark contrast, the closing section introduces her counterfeit counterpart: Madam Folly.

Using parallel imagery of a house and a feast, the writer exposes the true nature of folly—its deceptive logic, its hollow promise, and its horrifying destination. What appears to be a feast of pleasure is revealed to be a gathering place of the dead.

The Character of Folly

“The woman of folly is boisterous, She is naive and knows nothing”
—Proverbs 9:13

The introduction to Folly is immediate and unflattering. Unlike the order, preparation, and substance of Lady Wisdom, Folly is loud, chaotic, and disruptive. Her appeal is not rooted in truth or confidence, but in noise—demanding attention through sheer volume.

Though she presents herself as authoritative, she is fundamentally ignorant. She lacks understanding, foresight, and the fear of the LORD, which is the beginning of wisdom. Her loud exterior masks a hollow core. Everything she offers is built on emptiness.

The Brazen Invitation

“She sits at the doorway of her house, On a seat by the high places of the city”
—Proverbs 9:14

Folly openly imitates Wisdom. Just as Wisdom sends out her call from the heights of the city, Folly establishes her competing invitation in the same public space. Evil rarely announces itself as evil—it often presents itself as a reasonable alternative.

Her targets are specific: the simple and those who are “going straight on their way.” She preys on the naïve and seeks to divert those who might otherwise continue unhindered. Her invitation echoes Wisdom’s words almost verbatim: “Let all who are simple come to my house.”

This reveals one of the great dangers of temptation: it often sounds familiar, reasonable, and inviting. Discernment becomes essential, because folly frequently disguises itself as opportunity.

The Secret Allure

“Stolen water is sweet; bread eaten in secret is pleasant!” —Proverbs 9:17

This is the heart of Folly’s appeal. She does not promise life or virtue; she promises thrill. Her logic rests on the lie that what is forbidden is more satisfying than what is freely given.

“Stolen water” suggests the excitement of transgression. “Food eaten in secret” implies that secrecy enhances pleasure. Folly whispers that God’s boundaries restrict joy, and that true satisfaction lies just beyond obedience.

This is the ancient logic of temptation: appealing to pride, appetite, and the desire to define good on our own terms.

The Grim Reality

“But does not know that the dead are there…” **—Proverbs 9:18

The writer pulls back the curtain. The guest who believes they are entering a private feast is actually walking into a tomb. The house is already filled with the dead—former guests whose choices led not to fulfillment, but to ruin.

The destination is not disappointment; it is death. What promised sweetness was poison. What appeared to be freedom was captivity. Folly’s house is not a refuge—it is a grave.

Walking in Wisdom

Proverbs 9 offers a stark and final warning. Folly is loud, ignorant, and deceptive. Her invitation mimics wisdom, but her house leads to death. The choice is clear, but it is never neutral.

To walk in wisdom is to practice discernment.

Discern the noise from the voice. Folly shouts. Wisdom invites. One is frantic and demanding; the other is steady and true.

Examine the appeal. Be wary of what draws you primarily because it is hidden or forbidden. Sin thrives in secrecy, but cannot survive in the light.

Consider the guest list. Wisdom’s house is filled with the living. Folly’s house is filled with the dead.

By grace, we are not left to guess. God does not merely warn us—He invites us to life.

Prayer

O Lord, thank You for setting before us a clear choice between life and death. I confess that my heart is often drawn to the loud voice of Folly and the promise of secret pleasures.

Grant me discernment to see temptation for what it truly is—an empty imitation of Your truth. When Folly calls from the high places, help me hear the deeper voice of Wisdom inviting me to Your life-giving feast.

Keep my feet on the path of life. Let me find my satisfaction not in secrecy, but in the open, honest abundance You provide.

Amen.

Roadblocks

Why is it so hard to get out of our own way?

If a runaway dump truck were barreling toward us, every fiber of our being would scream, “Get out of the way!” And we would.
If we knew a meteorite was heading for our location, we’d scramble to safety.
If someone intended us harm, we’d instinctively flee.

These are situations where our natural fight or flight response kicks in.

But what about when something good is coming our way?

It seems that one of the greatest obstacles to receiving what God desires to do in us is often… us.
Not because God is restrained—but because we are distracted, resistant, or misaligned with His work.

I’m reminded of a familiar preacher’s story—not as doctrine, but as illustration:

A man died and went to heaven, where Jesus showed him the wonders of eternity—family reunited, the beauty of heaven, and a mansion prepared for him.

Eventually, they came to a street of warehouses. One bore the man’s name. Inside were countless gifts.

“What is all this?” the man asked.

Jesus replied, “These are things I longed to give you—but you were too busy chasing other things.”

The point isn’t regret—it’s revelation.

Jesus explains this tension in the Parable of the Sower:

“The worries of this life, the deceitfulness of wealth and the desires for other things come in and choke the word, making it unfruitful.” —Mark 4:18–19

Notice: the problem isn’t evil.
It’s distraction.
The “other things” are often good things—just not Him.

God is not trying to make us better versions of ourselves.
He is making us new (Revelation 21:5).

And while God is never limited in power or purpose, our openness, attention, and surrender determine how much fruit His work produces in us.

Sometimes the roadblocks aren’t sin—but self-direction.
Even spiritual activity can become an obstacle when it replaces intimacy.
When the focus shifts from the Giver to the gifts, from His presence to our pursuits, we quietly step out of alignment.

So maybe the prayer isn’t, “God, do something new,”
but rather,
“God, help me stop getting in the way of what You are already doing.”

If you want something you’ve never had,
you may need to release something you’ve been holding too tightly.

Not in defeat—but in trust.

I surrender. I choose Your way. I want Your best—whatever that is.
And sometimes, the holiest thing we can do…
is step aside.

Prayer

Lord, pull up the thorns.
Expose the subtle distractions.
Align my heart with what You are already doing.
I don’t want more activity—I want You.
Amen.

What's In A Name

Names Then and Now

Now among them from the sons of Judah were Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael and Azariah. —Daniel 1:6

In our modern culture, names often function as little more than labels. They distinguish us on a roster or a form, but they rarely carry deep meaning. I remember a season when it seemed like every other girl was named “Linda”—a popular name, but not one tied to destiny.

In the Old Testament, names were different. They were weighty. A name could be a sentence, a prayer, even a prophecy. It declared identity, character, and calling. Children grew up knowing who they were by knowing what their name meant—and who their God was.

What we do often flows from who we believe ourselves to be.

Identity shapes destiny.

Consider the names of Daniel and his friends (Daniel 1:5–7):

Daniel — “God is my Judge” (and therefore his Deliverer)
Hananiah — “The LORD is gracious”
Mishael — “Who is like God?”
Azariah — “The LORD is my helper”

Notice this: their names say more about God than about them.
Their worth and identity were rooted not in performance, but in who God is.

Babylon’s Renaming Strategy

Then the commander of the officials assigned new names to them; and to Daniel he assigned the name Belteshazzar, to Hananiah Shadrach, to Mishael Meshach and to Azariah Abed-nego. —Daniel 1:7

These four young men—likely no older than fifteen—were taken into Babylon, the cultural and spiritual center of a pagan empire. God placed them there as witnesses, not by force or rebellion, but by faithfulness.

The first thing Nebuchadnezzar did was rename them.

Satan understands identity. He knows that if he can redefine who we are, behavior will follow.

Belteshazzar — “Under the authority of Bel”
Shadrach — “Under the command of Aku”
Meshach — “Who is like Sheshach”
Abednego — “Servant of Nego”

Isn’t it striking that we often remember their Babylonian names instead of their God-given ones?

Yet despite what they were called, these men lived according to the names they had grown up with. They knew who they were. They refused to internalize the lie.

The Names We Accept

The same strategy is still at work. We are all given names throughout our lives.

“You’re worthless.”
“You’ll never change.”
“You’re a failure.”
“You’re unlovable.”

Sometimes the names sound flattering—status, success, comparison—but they still define us apart from God.

If we don’t know who we are in Him, we will accept almost any name offered. And once we accept a name, we tend to live consistently with it—even when it destroys us.

Behavior modification alone never lasts.

Identity transformation does.

Your New Name in Christ

The Gospel announces something radical:

The names given to you by the world are dead.

In Christ, you are no longer defined by your past, your failures, or the labels others gave you. You now bear His Name.

Christ lives in me (Galations 2:20)
Loved by God (John 3:16)
The righteousness of God (2 Corinthians 5:21)
Washed and redeemed (I Corinthians 6:11)
Light of the world (Matthew 5:14-16)
More than a conqueror (Romans 8:37)

When we act out of step with this new identity, conviction rises—not as condemnation, but as confirmation. The discomfort proves something new has taken root.

They may call you many things.

But if they don’t use your true name, you don’t have to answer.