Today, I step into the Word—
not just with my mind, but with my whole heart.
I enter the scene, as I often do in prayer.
I imagine Paul—standing firm, voice steady, eyes lit with conviction:
“I am not ashamed of the Gospel.”
And I feel it—
the fire,
the freedom,
the truth.
This Gospel is not a theory.
It is power.
It is salvation.
It is the living grace of God,
offered to all who believe.
Then the scene shifts.
I’m seated at the table.
Jesus has come to dine.
And I am the Pharisee.
I’ve followed the rules.
I’ve kept the rituals.
But Jesus sees deeper.
He speaks—
not to condemn,
but to awaken.
His words pierce gently.
And I feel the sting—
not as shame,
but as invitation.
An invitation to interior honesty.
To let grace reach the places I keep locked away.
The Word is alive.
It reads me as I read it.
It reveals where I’ve settled for comfort instead of truth,
where I’ve worshiped the created instead of the Creator.
And yet—
God is not distant.
He is near.
His Word speaks.
And He waits for my response.
So I walk with Him.
Not perfectly,
but faithfully.
Not always knowing,
but always trusting.
I am not ashamed of the Gospel.
It is my compass.
My courage.
My call.
And today, I say yes.
Yes to grace.
Yes to mystery.
Yes to the slow, sacred unfolding of God’s will.
Prayer:
Lord Jesus,
You see beyond my surface and speak to my heart.
You call me not to shame, but to truth.
Not to fear, but to faith.
Today, I say yes— to Your Gospel,
to Your grace,
to the quiet path that leads me home.
Let my life reflect Your love,
and my steps follow where You lead.
Amen.
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