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Accessing the Divine Through Transcendence—Without Losing the Gospel There’s a reason a sailing ship at sea feels “spiritual” to so many of us. Alone on open water, under a sky that looks endless, you feel it: smallness, wonder, vulnerability, longing. The horizon is both invitation and warning. It calls you forward, but it also reminds
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It’s funny to imagine myself on my ship in a lounge with the Holy Spirit, discussing what martyrdom looks like for me in honor of the King—pipe in hand, coffee on the table—like we’re planning some noble saga together. It doesn’t feel enough to suffer as I am—not that I would wish disaster, disease, cancer,
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I’ve sat down—hands to board, fingers to keys—only to meet silence. Not the kind that invites stillness, but the kind that resists movement. I suppose it’s obvious by now: there’s been no post. I have the framework for continuing in Acts. It’s solid. Structured. Faithful. And I still plan to use it. But right now,



