We Serve the Same God ke?😏

we serve the same God ke? my own God is alive o. 🕊️

Thousands of years ago, a man died.

Not metaphorically. Not spiritually in some poetic sense you can reinterpret to mean whatever you need it to mean in 2026.

He died. Was wrapped in cloth. Put in a tomb. Guarded by soldiers. And three days later, He got up, walked out, showed up to His people, and let them touch the holes in His hands.

That happened. It is historical. It is documented. And the power of that moment has not lost one percentage point of its potency since.

That's the first thing.

The second thing is the relationship. And this is where I stop being able to stay calm.😭

My God; the one who spoke everything into existence, who holds the universe in place, who could have kept an infinite, unbothered distance between Himself and everything He made — looked at man and called him His friend. Called us sons.

Not servant. Not subject. Not creation that must earn access through perfect performance.

Friend.

Abraham.

David (who failed spectacularly, publicly, repeatedly.)

Peter who denied him three times before the sun came up.

And still, the posture from God's side never changed. You are mine. I am not leaving.

What kind of God does that? What kind of power chooses closeness?

So no. We do not serve the same God.

I'm not saying this to start an argument. I'm saying it because I know what I have, and I know what it has done in my life, and I will not water it down for the sake of a comfortable conversation.

My God is alive. Not was. Is.

And He is still showing off.

Happy Easter. 🕊️