Echoes from the walk

Last week, in March 2025, I was in Las Vegas when I crossed paths with some folks evangelizing and handing out gospel tracts. I decided to join in, offering a tract to a woman passing by. “Jesus loves you,” I said. She responded quickly, “Yeah, I know He does, and I love Him too.” Honestly, she didn’t really look like she was loving Jesus in that moment—or at least, it didn’t seem that way to me. On the surface, her words sound like a good thing—simple and straightforward. But as I walked away and mulled it over, something stirred in me. I started to see a gap between the words we use to describe God’s love and the reality of what that love truly is. It’s one thing to say “I love Him,” but it’s another to grasp how different my love is compared to the way God loves me. The Weight of God’s Love I can’t help but feel I fall short when I say “I love Him” in the same breath as God’s love for me. His love isn’t just a warm feeling—it’s sacrificial and unconditional. I think of Isaiah 53, wh...

Enoch walked with God, as Genesis 5:22 tells us. His journey with God wasn’t some fleeting moment—it was steady, enduring. Enoch walked with God after he begat Methuselah, and for 300 years he continued, even as he begat sons and daughters. Life didn’t interrupt his communion. Some folks reckon they could keep close to God if they were always wrapped up in religious work—praying, preaching, meditating. But the moment they’re stuck in the shop, the office, or the kitchen, they figure that connection’s impossible. The truth? We can stay near Christ just as easily when we’re grinding through daily duties as when we’re lost in our devotions. There’s this old legend about a monk who burned with a desire to see Christ, to touch the hem of his divinity. Holed up in his cell, he waited—praying, fasting, staring at his crucifix. He’d vowed not to look at a human face until his prayer was answered. One morning, he thought he heard a voice whispering that his wish would come true that day. Heart ...