There’s still nothing better than “Be still and know,” no greater destination than the straight and narrow. I can safely build my home inside His promises, my whole life inside the shadow of His cross.

So let me be a loser, and let the crowds rush past me to a trendier religion. While progress chases its tail in circles and the greedy find new schemes to go for the throat, I’m still singing the same creeds that first captivated me, even when the melody starts to sound old.

The blood, the nails, the sinner’s prayer;

grace and goodness,

righteousness, confession, truth.

Jesus has always been the only way. They try their hardest to cast doubt on His reputation, but they can never stain the spotless, radiant glory of the King of Kings, universal reign unending.