Jeremiah 48:29
There’s a certain feeling that comes when you finish something hard. The project that fought you for weeks is finally done. The repair holds. The goal you set back in January is checked off. You step back, look at the work, and something in you says, that’s good. Most of us know that feeling, and there’s nothing wrong with it.
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Jeremiah 42:5–6 (ESV)
It’s easy to make a promise in the moment. Someone asks for our word, and we give it freely, without counting the cost. We tell a friend we’ll be there. We tell our kids we’ll change. We tell God, in a hard season, that if He’ll just get us through this, we’ll do whatever He says. The promise costs nothing to speak. It’s the keeping that gets expensive.
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Jeremiah 31:3
There is a thought that creeps in on most of us at some point, usually late at night or in the quiet after a hard week. The thought that maybe we have gone too far this time. That we have wandered too long, or failed too often, and that somewhere along the way, God quietly stopped looking for us.
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Jeremiah 26:1-3
There is something uncomfortable about a man who keeps saying the same thing no matter how you respond to him. You can ignore him, argue with him, threaten him, and he just keeps saying it. Jeremiah was that kind of man. Not because he was stubborn, but because the word he carried wasn’t his own.
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(Jeremiah 23:23-24, ESV)
Most of us have said it at one time or another. The day gets full, the demands pile up, and somewhere in the middle of it all we mutter, “I wish there were two of me.” It’s a familiar feeling. We’re bound by where we are. We can only be in one place at a time, and the older we get, the more we feel the weight of that. There’s simply never enough of us to go around.
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Jeremiah 20:9 (ESV)
A man I know spoke up at work about something he saw that wasn’t right. Not loudly. Not publicly at first. Just to the right people, quietly. What followed was professional isolation. Conversations that stopped when he entered a room. Opportunities that somehow went to others. The message was clear: keep your mouth shut, and this stops.
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John 20:19–29
Every scar has a story. The one on my finger is from a knife I was told to leave alone. I didn’t listen. The one on my leg is from a bicycle crash I’d rather forget. And the one on my stomach is from a piece of metal that chipped off a steel chisel at exactly the wrong moment.
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John 20:11–18
A man I read about was adopted at birth and grew up with no knowledge of his biological family. In his forties, a DNA service connected him with a half-sister he had never known. They exchanged careful, tentative messages for weeks. Then one afternoon she called him, and the moment he heard her voice, something unexpected happened. She said his name, and he wept.
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1 Corinthians 15:12–24
A historian I read about spent two years trying to disprove the resurrection. He was not a believer, he was a skeptic, and he approached the accounts of Easter the way a detective approaches a crime scene: looking for inconsistencies, alternate explanations, reasons to dismiss. He catalogued the evidence on both sides. He interviewed scholars. He traced the manuscript traditions.
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