God doesn’t shape men in comfort—He forges them in fire. The heat you feel is not punishment, but the hands of a Father making you holy.

Because Christ did not bleed to make you manageable. He bled to make you new.

Faithful wounds make a pastor stronger—but constant criticism from a chorus of preferences will gut his soul. Learn to receive godly correction, reject the man-pleasing madness, and rest in the liberating truth that Christ—not you—is the perfect Shepherd.

Two women call to you—one with spice-laced whispers that lead to death, the other with heaven-split screams that plead for your soul. But only one man, bleeding on a cross, has the power to silence the hellish hums of lady folly, and to raise you from the grave you found yourself in.