There was a day when the church feared sin. Now the church fears looking strange. Somewhere between Corinth and Laodicea, we learned to baptize carnality as long as it stayed quiet, clean, and socially acceptable. The devil does not mind if you sit in a Baptist church. He minds if you live a holy life. So he has outfitted a new line of sins that wear suits, sing hymns, and bow their heads during prayer. The average Christian would never dream of robbing a bank or running a me

There is a reason why some believers sputter, stall, and fishtail through the Christian life. It is not a lack of sincerity, nor a lack of biblical knowledge, nor even a lack of desire. The problem is humiliatingly simple: their flesh is still driving the car. You will not grow in the Christian life while your flesh holds the steering wheel. You can underline verses, fill notebooks, and “Amen” every sermon from here to the Judgment Seat, but if the flesh is still calling the

Most Americans spend more time researching extended warranty plans for a new fridge than t hey do planning for their own eternity. It is one of the strangest quirks of the modern mind that men will prepare for retirement but will not prepare for death. We have estate planner s, funeral homes, caskets, wills, and life insurance policies, yet we avoid the one question no man escapes forever: What happens the split-second after you die? The Bible never stutters on the subject of