Subscriber Update: Make Your Bed

One Day at a Time

Eight years unable to walk. Jesus Christ heals Aeneas through Peter. And the first thing he does is make his bed.

The first proof of healing is not noise. It’s order. It’s governance. It’s stewardship. It’s a man picking up his own life again in the smallest place where paralysis used to live. It’s the opposite of spiritual theater.

That means something like this: “I’m not waiting anymore.”

It means: “I don’t need permission to be whole.”

It means: “My body is mine again.”

It means: “The room I live in is going to start reflecting resurrection instead of collapse.”

That’s the Lane I’m Taking

Jesus Christ makes dead things live. And when He does, you don’t float away into ideas. You start handling the world again.

Today’s livestream went well, all things considered. A little more viewership than last week, but that’s not the goal. I’m not trying to win an algorithm. I’m stacking artifacts. I’m putting the Word in public where it can’t be edited into someone else’s story. If Jesus Christ wants to multiply it, He will. If He doesn’t, I will still have done it.

Some things are what they are. Some people are who they are. You can’t fix them. You can’t talk them into repentance. You can’t rescue them into reality. You can’t do heart surgery on someone who refuses the scalpel.

God is the author of forgiveness. Not us.

That’s the turning-corner moment.

Not in denial. Not in bitterness. In acceptance.

Being wronged can either become poison, or it can become propulsion.

I want propulsion.

I want excitement. I want motion. I want to build. I want to stand my ground in a life that belongs to Jesus Christ. I want to live inside the world I actually have.

I’m going to make my bed.

To you who support me: thank you.

Thank you for standing with me. You have no idea how much it matters. Moral support is real. It’s fuel.

This week presents a real change in my life here locally. I’m still playing these cards close to the chest. I’m still willing to hold onto hope. I’m still willing to endure what most men never would. I still believe the spirit of the age is deceiving even good people into doing terrible things. I’m still willing to choose mercy over sacrifice.

There will come a day when I will have to say more. But it is my prayer that those words will be filled with joy, with the power of restoration, with hope becoming sight.

There are no guarantees. The Bible remains true, even when every man proves himself a liar. “I will show you my faith by what I do.” I will turn the other cheek and trust in Jesus to see. I will believe that Judgment Day is good enough.

While wicked people go from bad to worse, deceiving and being deceived, while dreamers defile authority and speak evil of dignitaries, while rebellious spirits do not keep their proper domain, but leave their abode, doing whatever they do naturally, like brute beasts, I will pray the prayer of St. Michael: “Jesus Christ rebuke you!”

Taking matters into your own hands is not the Way of Jesus Christ. Whatever your hands find to do, do that instead with all your might. Humble yourself in the sight of the Father, and trust in the Son to lift you up.

I’ll be right here with you doing the same.

We are not alone.