We are made in the image of God. That means every person carries something sacred, something divine woven into their being. It’s not about being perfect or religious; it’s about reflecting the heart of God in how we live and love. When we choose kindness over pride, forgiveness over resentment, and beauty over bitterness, we show the world what God looks like. Every person you meet is a glimpse of that same image, a walking reminder that heaven’s fingerprints are all over humanity.

There’s something sacred about living with vision. Not the kind that chases fame or comfort, but the kind that keeps your heart alive when the years start to weigh heavy. Whether you’re just beginning or feeling time slip by, vision reminds you that your story still matters and it’s not over yet.

In church, especially here in Minnesota, we’ve been taught to keep the peace, to stay polite, and not make anyone uncomfortable. But that same politeness can become a mask that keeps us from being real. Jesus wept. He got angry. He felt deep compassion. If the Son of God wasn’t afraid to feel, neither should we be.

The great falling away won’t happen overnight. It starts when our focus shifts—from Jesus to politics, money, comfort, or relationships. Little by little, we drift.

Today’s six-mile walk on Minnesota’s North Shore got me thinking about life’s trails the hard climbs, the beauty along the way, and the question we all wrestle with: how do you know when you’ve arrived? Maybe it’s not about reaching the top at all. Maybe it’s about learning to enjoy the moment you’re in, even when the path isn’t perfect.

The Super Bowl halftime show used to be a night of fun for families and friends. Now it feels like the push is to be more explicit and shocking every year. The NFL says it cares about kids while promoting flag football, but its biggest stage often tells a different story.

The gospel is either the power of God to change lives or it is nothing at all. I am hungry to see it alive in the church again.

This week we were reminded again how broken our world is—lives lost like Iryna Zarutska in a subway, children in another school shooting, and the tragedy around Charlie Kirk. Evil is real and relentless. As a nation drifting from Scripture, we’ve lost our compass. God’s Word is not just a book to study, it is meant to transform us. Until it penetrates our hearts, nothing will change.

Sometimes life just flat out kicks your butt. In those moments it is easy to wonder if God is too busy with world events to notice your pain. But the same God who rules over nations is the God who cares for sparrows. And if He sees the smallest bird, He has not missed you.

I hope you can’t relate to this blog.

The Coldplay concert moment was shocking an affair exposed on the Jumbotron. While I don’t feel much grace for the couple, my heart breaks for the families now dealing with public pain.

Another Christian leader falls… and I’m not shocked. I’m just tired. It’s time for a holy reset—because what we’re doing clearly isn’t working.

Making the shift from full-time ministry to retail has taught me something surprising: the real MVPs aren’t always in the spotlight they’re the ones showing up day after day, doing the work, no matter what.

I thought I knew how to trust God—until I found myself clocking in, decoding planograms, juggling five new software logins, and trying to remember what “SKU” stands for. This season has humbled me, stretched me, and—believe it or not—brought me back to the basics of Proverbs 3:5–6.

Satan didn’t show up to Jesus in the wilderness with a pitchfork—he came quoting Scripture. That should scare us a little. The enemy doesn’t need to kick down the front door if he can slip in through a side window dressed like truth.

Today reminded me that just because a thought shows up doesn’t mean I have to ride it. Like the New York subway, our minds are full of options. Some lead to peace. Some lead to panic. But God gives us the map.

After nine months stranded in space, two astronauts are finally home—a powerful reminder of our own rescue through Christ.

Tesla went from being a progressive trophy to a right-wing status symbol, and Elon Musk went from hero to villain faster than a Tesla hits 60 mph. People’s loyalty is as stable as a shopping cart with a broken wheel—just ask Jesus, who went from ‘Hosanna!’ to ‘Crucify Him!’ in a week.

Now, back in Duluth, the cold is still here. The snow still needs shoveling, and the wind still bites. But something is different. Maybe it’s the perspective shift that comes from stepping away for a while. Maybe it’s the reminder that worship isn’t tied to a place—it’s a way of life.

The warmth of Mexico may have faded, but the truth remains: We were made to worship. And no matter where we are—on a sunlit beach, in the middle of winter, or anywhere in between—God is near.

This morning, in the silence of a snowy trail, a question stirred in my heart: Why is it so easy to be biblical when we want to prove a point, yet so hard to be biblical in everything we do? It’s one thing to pull out Scripture to support our views—it’s another to let it shape our hearts, our relationships, and even our toughest decisions. The real challenge of faith isn’t just knowing the Bible; it’s living it, even when it costs us something.

Imagine stepping from a cozy, aromatic sauna straight into the icy waters of Lake Superior. Sounds wild, right? My birthday gift this year took me on an unforgettable adventure of heat, cold, and a whole lot of reflection.