Today I find myself remembering my son, Joshua Blake Hargrove.
Joshua was born into our lives with a presence that filled every room. At 6’4”, people noticed him immediately, but what they stayed for was his heart. He carried a joy that was real, not forced. He made people feel seen, welcomed, and valued. There was something in him that drew others in.
On June 22, 2002, at 12:50 a.m., his life on this earth ended suddenly in a car wreck. There are no words that fully explain what that kind of loss does to a father. Time moves forward, but moments like this remind me that love does not fade, and neither does memory.
What stands out even more as the years pass is who Joshua was becoming.
Not long before he died, he told his friends he wanted to serve Jesus. That matters deeply to me. In a world full of distractions and competing voices, my son was turning his heart toward Christ. That was not something we put on him in that moment. It was something God was doing in him.
And in a way only God can orchestrate, Joshua’s life did not end that night.
He left behind more than memories. He left a path.
There was a youth Bible study connected to his life that we began to shepherd after his passing. What we thought would be a small act of faithfulness became a 20-year journey. Through that ministry, we were connected to hundreds of young people. We walked with them, learned from them, prayed with them, and watched God work in their lives.
That journey changed us.
It led his mother and me into places we never expected. It shaped our calling. It is part of what led us to become licensed and ordained pastors. Looking back, I can see clearly that God used Joshua’s life to open a door of ministry that has impacted far more people than we could have imagined.
That is not how a father plans a legacy for his son.
But it is how God redeems what we cannot understand.
Joshua’s witness was not just in what he said at the end, but in how he lived. His kindness, his joy, his presence, and his growing desire to follow Jesus continue to speak. His life still echoes in the lives of those he touched and in the work that continues today.
I miss him. There is not a day that passes that I do not think about what could have been.
But I am grateful.
Grateful for the years we had.
Grateful for the man he was becoming.
Grateful that his life pointed toward Jesus.
Grateful that his story did not end in the darkness of that night, but continues in the light of what God has done since.
In 2007 I stood at a remote metering station for an East Texas electric cooperative, eight miles down a caliche road from the nearest paved highway. The 900 MHz radio link feeding telemetry back to the control center had been installed in the late 1990s. I remember leaning against the chain-link fence that afternoon, path-profile sketch in hand, praying quietly for wisdom. The Fresnel zone clearance was marginal. The link budget gave us a fade margin that was “good enough for government work.” Co-site interference from two other transmitters on the shared water-tower mount was already measurable. None of it was dramatic. It was simply the quiet fragility I had come to expect after two decades in the field.
That same 1990s-era radio technology is still the backbone for far too many rural water systems in 2026. The same unlicensed sub-GHz links, the same RS-232 cables run through “temporary” conduit fittings, the same factory-default passwords on the web interfaces. The SCADA password is still written on a Post-it note taped to the server rack. The remote access tool is still TeamViewer or AnyDesk because the integrator is two hours away and the operator has a day job. None of this is negligence. It is rational adaptation to real operational constraints. The systems were geographically and technically isolated when they were built. The threat model changed. The trust model has not caught up.
This is the field reality the federal checklists rarely name. The CISA/EPA guidance is right: asset inventory is foundational. Before you can protect it, you must know it exists. But the real gap is not in the inventory. It is in whether those assets—the radios, the PLCs, the unlicensed backhaul links—are engineered to survive the conditions they actually face: weather fade, vegetation growth, shared tower interference, and the single-point-of-failure cable runs that operators have lived with for decades. The engineering toolbox—RF path profiles, link budget validation, co-site interference assessment, sub-GHz band baseline documentation—is not cybersecurity tooling. It is infrastructure truth-telling, and it is part of the sacred stewardship God has placed in our hands.
Technology has a way of promising control while quietly stealing meaning.
I see this in the field, and I see it in the wider culture. Two recent conversations with Harvard professor Arthur Brooks on the meaning of life in an age of emptiness stayed with me. He described how the attention economy and always-on technology push us into the left hemisphere of the brain—the side of tasks, analysis, and simulation—while starving the right hemisphere, the home of mystery, meaning, and real human connection. We scroll, we simulate relationships, we feed questions into AI that can never answer the coherence, purpose, and significance questions that actually matter. Life starts to feel like waiting in an airport lounge with no flight information.
My work is not exempt. The same radios and networks that keep water flowing and substations communicating can become 24/7 demands that blur the line between the system and the self. The perfectionism that once served excellence in design now imprisons me in the small hours, reviewing one more link budget. The weight of responsibility I have carried—for cooperatives, water districts, pipeline operators, and communities—has sometimes felt like the burden I was never meant to carry alone. I have internalized stress until it became heavy silence. I have pushed through grief over lost seasons and changing technology landscapes without giving mourning its due.
Faith does not offer escape from this weight. It offers integration.
The prayer journey I have been walking these past months has become my daily anchor in the field. It names the very patterns I see in both my work and my soul:
The weight I was never meant to carry alone — Galatians 6:2 reminds me that the law of Christ is mutual. I am learning to let operators, vendors, and fellow engineers share the load instead of pretending one licensed PE can hold every system together.
The Sabbath I have forgotten — God built rest into creation for a reason. Closing the laptop on the seventh day is an act of trust that the pumps and meters will still hold.
The grief that has not been given its due — I have mourned the slow obsolescence of systems I helped design, the contractors who have retired, and the simpler days when isolation was protection.
The perfection that imprisons — “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness” (2 Corinthians 12:9). I now see marginal fade margins and legacy radios not as personal failures but as places where God’s strength can shine.
The help I cannot ask for — I am learning to speak the stress out loud to trusted brothers in Christ before it settles into my bones.
The silence that swallows — Acknowledging sin, fatigue, and limitation before the Lord breaks the isolation.
The compassion that has run dry — The Good Shepherd still makes me lie down in green pastures and leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul so I can keep stewarding what He has entrusted to me.
Scripture does not promise that the radio link will never fail or that the threat model will simplify. It promises that in Christ “all things hold together” (Colossians 1:17). The same Lord who upholds the universe upholds the fragile 900 MHz link and the operator who depends on it. Faithful engineering requires the same disciplines that faithful living requires: rigorous truth-seeking without overconfidence, documentation that outlasts any one contractor or operator, restraint that refuses to chase novelty at the expense of reliability, and the humility to ask for help before the single point of failure becomes a system-wide outage. It means designing for the real environment—shared towers, unlicensed bands, legacy systems from the 1990s that still work—while refusing to let the technology define the meaning of the days.
I am learning, slowly, to set down what was never mine to carry alone. To close the laptop on the Sabbath and trust that the pumps and meters will hold. To speak the stress out loud instead of letting it settle into the bones. To let the Shepherd lead me beside quiet waters even when the work feels urgent.
The radio link from 2007 is still there in spirit—updated, hardened where possible, documented now—but the deeper resilience comes from remembering that we are not the source of the system’s life. We are stewards of it, held by the One who never sleeps or slumbers.
To every operator, engineer, and leader carrying similar weight: inventory the assets. Harden the links. Document the baselines. But do not forget to rest. Do not forget to mourn what has changed. Do not forget to ask for help. And above all, do not forget that the meaning of this work—and of our lives—will never be found in the left-brain simulation of perfect uptime. It is found in the right-brain mystery of faithfulness lived in real time, with real people, under real grace.
The Shepherd is still leading. The line is still being held. And in Him, that is enough.
What Happened, What It Means, and Why the Early Church Cared So Much
Source of Old Faith Church · March 2026 · Class Overview
Part One · What John 6 Is About
John 6 opens with a crowd following Jesus across a lake because they saw him heal people. He feeds more than five thousand of them with five small loaves of bread and two fish, with twelve baskets of food left over. That night his disciples set out by boat, and Jesus walks across the water to meet them. The next day the crowd finds him on the other side, confused about how he got there.
Then Jesus starts talking — and the conversation gets difficult fast.
He tells them plainly that they are only looking for him because they got a free meal. He tells them not to work for food that spoils, but for food that lasts forever. When they ask what that food is, he says: it is himself. ‘I am the bread of life,’ he says. ‘Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.’
The crowd pushes back. They know his parents. He is from Nazareth. How can he say he ‘came down from heaven’?
Jesus does not back down. He goes further. He says that no one can even come to him unless God draws them first — that coming to him is not something people manage on their own. And then he says something that shocks everyone in the room: unless you eat his flesh and drink his blood, you have no life in you.
People start leaving. Even many of his closer followers say this teaching is too hard. By the end of the chapter, the crowd has thinned dramatically. Jesus turns to the twelve disciples and asks: do you want to leave too? Peter speaks for the group: ‘Lord, where else would we go? You have the words of eternal life.’
Part Two · The Three Questions the Chapter Forces
1. Does God decide who comes to Jesus — or do people decide for themselves?
This is the question your class landed on first, and it is a real one. Jesus says in verse 44 that no one can come to him unless the Father draws them. He says it again in verse 65. That sounds like God is in control of who responds.
But earlier in the same chapter — and throughout John’s Gospel — Jesus invites, welcomes, and appeals to people to believe. He says in John 3:16 that God so loved the world. The same chapter contains both things.
The honest answer is that John holds both without resolving them. God moves first. People still respond or refuse. The class’s observation was exactly right: when someone begins seeking God, that seeking is itself evidence that God is already at work in them. The two are not opposites — they are sequential. God moves; the person responds to that movement.
This question has been debated by serious, faithful Christians for fifteen centuries. It has not been settled because the text holds both edges without letting go of either.
2. What does it mean to eat his flesh and drink his blood?
This language caused people to walk away in the first century, and it still makes readers uncomfortable today. The class was right to notice it sounds extreme.
It helps to remember that John’s Gospel is full of this kind of picture language. Jesus is also described as living water, as light, as the door, as the vine. None of those are meant to be taken in a flat, physical way. ‘Eating his flesh and drinking his blood’ is the most intense version of a consistent pattern: Jesus is the source of life, and receiving him has to go all the way down.
It is picture language for total dependence. To eat and drink is to take something inside you that keeps you alive. Jesus is saying: that is what I am to you, spiritually. There is no life that does not come through me.
Whether this also connects to the Lord’s Supper is a question Christians have answered differently for two thousand years. What is clear from the chapter itself is that the primary meaning is about receiving Christ through faith — trusting him so completely that sustaining life apart from him becomes unthinkable.
3. Why did so many people leave?
Because they had come for something else. The crowd followed Jesus across a lake because they had eaten free bread the day before. They were hoping for more of what they already understood: provision, healing, maybe a leader who would deal with the Romans.
What Jesus offered was different in kind, not just in degree. He was not offering a better version of what they already wanted. He was reorienting their wants altogether. And that is a much harder ask.
Their leaving was not a failure of Jesus’s communication. It was a disclosure of their motivation. The teaching did not drive them away — it revealed why they had come.
Peter’s response is the counterpoint to all of it: ‘Where else would we go?’ Not ‘I understand everything you said.’ Not ‘This all makes sense to me now.’ Just — there is nowhere else. This is the only place where words reach all the way to eternal life. That is enough to stay.
Part Three · What Five Early Christians Saw in This Chapter
Within a generation of John’s Gospel being written, Christian leaders were already wrestling deeply with it. Five of them are worth knowing by name — not because they had all the answers, but because the questions they faced help us understand why this chapter matters so much.
Ignatius of Antioch (died around AD 107)
Ignatius was a bishop in Syria who possibly knew the Apostle John personally. He was arrested and sent to Rome to be executed, and he wrote letters to churches along the way.
The error he fought was a teaching that said Jesus only appeared to be human — that he looked like a real person but was not actually made of flesh and blood. Ignatius saw this as devastating. If Jesus did not genuinely suffer and die, then his death means nothing. If his body was not real, then the bread and cup of communion are empty gestures.
For Ignatius, John 6 was a direct answer to this problem. Jesus said his flesh is real food and his blood is real drink. That only matters if the flesh and blood are real.
Irenaeus of Lyon (died around AD 202)
Irenaeus was a bishop in what is now southern France. He had a living connection to the apostles through his teacher Polycarp, who had known the Apostle John.
The error he fought was a movement that taught the physical world was either evil or a mistake — that the true God had nothing to do with creation, that Jesus was a purely spiritual being sent to liberate souls from the trap of matter, and that only certain people with secret knowledge could be saved.
Irenaeus used John 6 to show that this gets Jesus exactly backwards. Jesus does not offer escape from the physical world. He enters it. He takes bread in his hands. He feeds five thousand real people who are physically hungry. The Word became flesh — that is the center of the Gospel, not the escape from flesh.
John Chrysostom (died AD 407)
Chrysostom — the nickname means ‘golden-mouthed’ — was one of the greatest preachers in church history. He became the Archbishop of Constantinople, the most powerful church post in the eastern Roman empire, and was eventually exiled twice for preaching too directly against the wealthy and the powerful. He died on a forced march through the mountains.
What he saw in John 6 was primarily a pastoral picture: Jesus using hard teaching to separate genuine followers from people who were only there for what they could get. The crowd’s departure, for Chrysostom, was not a tragedy. It was the teaching doing exactly what it was supposed to do. And Peter’s response — ‘where else would we go’ — was not triumphant faith. It was honest, incomplete, loyal faith. You do not have to understand everything. You have to know there is nowhere else to go.
Cyril of Alexandria (died AD 444)
Cyril was the Archbishop of Alexandria in Egypt and one of the most precise theological thinkers the early church produced. He spent much of his life fighting a teaching that said Jesus was essentially two people — a divine being living inside a human body, the way someone lives in a house — rather than one genuinely united person who was fully God and fully human at the same time.
This mattered for John 6 because the whole point of eating Jesus’s flesh depends on what that flesh actually is. If Jesus is merely a very holy man with God living inside him, then his flesh is just ordinary flesh. But if Jesus is genuinely God become human — one person, not two — then his flesh carries divine life within it, and receiving him goes all the way to the life of God.
Augustine of Hippo (died AD 430)
Augustine was a North African bishop whose influence on Western Christianity — Catholic and Protestant alike — is greater than almost any other single figure. Luther was shaped by him. Calvin quoted him constantly. Both sides of the Reformation appealed to him.
Before becoming a Christian he had spent years unable to change despite wanting to — knowing what was right and being unable to do it consistently. That experience made him take very seriously Paul’s teaching about the human will being genuinely broken, not just weak.
When he read verse 44 — ‘no one can come to me unless the Father draws him’ — he took it literally. People do not come to God under their own steam. The very desire to seek God is itself a gift. Left entirely to itself, the human will turns away from God, not toward him. God has to move first.
His most famous line on this passage: give me a person who is truly in love with God, and they will know exactly what this drawing feels like — a pull that is not their own manufacturing. That is what he believed John 6:44 was describing.
WHAT ALL FIVE AGREED ON
Despite their different concerns and different centuries, all five of these men read John 6 and came to the same basic conclusion: Jesus is not offering better religion. He is offering himself — actually, completely, as the source of life. And the question the chapter puts to everyone who reads it is the same question it put to the crowd that day: is that what you came for?
Prepared for Source of Old Faith Church · John Hargrove · March 2026
There is a quiet lesson in the way engineers trace a signal.
Signal tracing is not complicated. You find the source. You follow the line. You locate every place the signal was lost, degraded, or redirected. And then you ask: what was the original transmission? What was it always trying to say?
Life with God is often very much like that.
Over time the signal of our life can become noisy. Wounds, disappointments, fear, and the voices of others can introduce distortion. The message that once felt clear begins to sound faint. We begin to wonder if the signal was ever there at all.
But the signal did not begin with the noise.
Scripture reminds us that our lives began with a transmission from God Himself. Before the world grew loud, the message was simple: you are loved, you are called, and you belong to Him.
Just as an engineer traces a circuit back to the source, the soul can trace its life back to the heart of God. When we do, we begin to recognize where the signal was weakened — where fear spoke louder than faith, where the world redirected what God originally spoke.
The good news is that the Source has never changed.
God’s message toward us has never degraded. His voice is still transmitting the same truth it always has. Through Jesus Christ the line is restored, the signal strengthened, and the message becomes clear again.
You are not lost. You are not forgotten. The signal is still there.
Sometimes the most faithful thing we can do is simply trace our way back to the Source and listen again.
“Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you.” — James 4:8
Today, take a moment to quiet the noise. Follow the line of your life back to where it began. Listen carefully.
One of the first echoes always takes me back to the Neches River.
Early morning fog would hang over the water so thick that the far bank disappeared. The river would be quiet in that particular East Texas way — a stillness broken only by the slow movement of water and the occasional sound of a bird somewhere in the trees.
Eggs in a skillet. Bacon frying. Biscuits warming. Coffee on the stove. The smell of breakfast filling that small room while the fog still drifted across the river outside.
I can still see my dad’s hands working over that stove.
At the time it just felt normal. Breakfast. A river morning. A father and a son starting the day.
I didn’t know then that those moments were planting something in me that would stay for the rest of my life.
That is one of the echoes.
Another one lives in a Hobby Lobby aisle.
It was 1999. Joshua was fifteen.
Leisa had wandered off to the yarn section, looking at colors and textures the way she always does when she’s planning something creative. Meanwhile Joshua and I drifted toward the model section where the airplanes and boats were.
We started looking at the kits.
Then something shifted the way it sometimes does between a father and a teenage son.
Mock kung fu.
Light punches to the arm. Ridiculous stances. Both of us pretending to be serious fighters while clearly not being serious at all. We were laughing and half wrestling right there between the shelves.
Just being silly.
When Leisa finally came looking for us, she found us still fooling around in the aisle and just shook her head.
I remember Joshua laughing.
At the time it felt like nothing special. Just a small family moment in the middle of a normal day.
But memory has a way of holding onto things like that.
That moment became an echo.
Recently another echo came while I was scrolling through old photographs.
Leisa and I had just marked forty-six years of marriage. I posted something about it — how we started going steady in the 1970s, married in 1980 while we were still in college, living in married student housing at Lamar in Beaumont and barely making it in those early years.
After posting, I started scrolling back through the years.
Photos from the early 1980s began appearing.
Young parents. A tiny Joshua. Family gatherings. Aunts and uncles who have been gone for years now.
Scrolling through old photographs does something strange to time.
You are sitting in the present, but suddenly you are also standing in a living room forty years ago. The people are alive again for a moment. Their voices almost feel close enough to hear.
Time folds in on itself.
Then there is Joshua’s poem.
Part of it is on his headstone now.
He wrote about echoes in eternity.
When he wrote those words he was just a young man thinking deeply about life and meaning. None of us could have imagined how those words would come to rest in stone.
But they did.
And they echo now.
Some echoes are quieter than all the others.
Late 1984.
Three in the morning.
Our house was dark except for the blue light of the television. I had put a VHS tape of Star Wars: A New Hope into the player.
Joshua was just a baby then — maybe six or seven months old.
He had settled against my chest on the couch, the way babies do when they finally relax into sleep. His small body rose and fell slowly with each breath.
Every father knows that moment.
When a baby falls asleep on your chest you stop moving. Completely. You barely breathe. You don’t shift positions. You don’t adjust anything.
You stay still because the sleeping matters more than the comfortable.
So I stayed there.
The movie played quietly while John Williams’ music filled the room and stars drifted across the screen.
Joshua didn’t know what the movie was.
But he knew that heartbeat under his ear.
He knew he was safe.
Eventually he settled deeper into sleep while the night passed around us.
That moment never left me.
It became another echo.
Over the years I have started to understand something about echoes.
They aren’t just memories.
They are reminders of what mattered.
My father’s camp on the Neches River.
Breakfast inside that little building while fog hung over the water.
A ridiculous kung fu match with my fifteen-year-old son in a Hobby Lobby aisle.
Forty-six years of marriage with Leisa.
A poem about eternity written by a young man who didn’t know how those words would live on.
A baby asleep on my chest at three in the morning while stars moved across a television screen.
None of those moments felt extraordinary when they were happening.
But echoes rarely come from extraordinary moments.
They come from love lived in ordinary places.
And sometimes, when the evening grows quiet, I find myself thinking about a photograph.
Joshua as a baby.
Sitting in a chair.
His arms stretched wide open toward the world.
And there is still something I wish I could say to him again.
Text: John 5:1–9, 17–24, 39–40 Preaching aim: To move the congregation from curiosity about Jesus to reckoning with Jesus — and to show that the voice that healed a man at a pool is the same voice that will raise the dead, and that hearing it now is the only thing that matters.
INTRODUCTION — The Congregation Already Knows This Story
Open by acknowledging that a group in this church has been living inside John 5 all week. They have been thinking about it, preparing for it, bringing their questions. But the sermon is not a repeat of the Deeper Dive — it is the next layer underneath it.
Ask a single orienting question to the whole room, said slowly and without pressure:
“When/as Jesus walks toward you, what do you hope He is going to say — and are you prepared for the possibility that He might say something different?”
That question is the door into the whole sermon.
I. A Man Who Stopped Asking — John 5:1–9
The scene: Jerusalem. A pool surrounded by sick people. Jesus singles out one man who has been disabled for 38 years.
The pivot from Feb 22: The class spent significant time on the man’s answer to Jesus’ question — he explains his system rather than expressing his desire. That observation was right and important. But the sermon goes one layer deeper: the man’s problem is not that he lacks faith. It is that he has stopped expecting anything from a person. He is waiting for a mechanism.
The sermon’s move here: Most of us in this room are not in crisis. We are in maintenance. We have found a way to manage our condition — a routine, a tradition, a church attendance habit, a theological framework — that allows us to remain exactly where we are while technically being present at the place of healing.
Jesus asks the question not because He doesn’t know the answer. He asks it because the man needs to hear himself.
What do you actually want from Jesus? Not from church. Not from the Bible study. Not from the feeling you get when the worship is good. From Jesus himself.
Key text anchor: Verse 6 — “When Jesus saw him lying there and knew that he had already been there a long time, he said to him, ‘Do you want to be healed?'”
Whole-Bible thread: Ezekiel 37 — God asks the prophet standing in a valley of dead bones: “Can these bones live?” The right answer is not a system. It is: “O Lord God, you know.” Helplessness directed toward the right Person is the beginning of resurrection.
II. A Claim That Cannot Be Managed — John 5:17–24
The scene: The conflict with the leaders exposes who Jesus actually is. He does not de-escalate. He escalates.
The pivot from Feb 22: The class traced the four witnesses Jesus appeals to — John the Baptist, the works, the Father, the Scriptures. But the sermon focuses on the center of the argument: why Jesus makes these claims at all, and why they are not safe to accept halfway.
The sermon’s move here: Verse 23 is the hinge of the entire chapter and possibly of the entire first half of John’s Gospel. “Whoever does not honor the Son does not honor the Father who sent him.” This verse does not permit a comfortable middle position. You cannot respect Jesus as a teacher while withholding from Him the honor due to God.
Name this directly for the congregation. There are people in this room — and in every room — who have constructed a version of Jesus they can manage. He is wise. He is kind. He is a good example. He is even supernatural in some general sense. But He is not the one in front of whom all of history will stand.
John 5 dismantles the manageable Jesus. The Jesus of this chapter raises the dead. He judges the living and the dead. He shares the nature of the Father so completely that to insult one is to insult the other.
Relatable bridge: This is the same issue that runs underneath your questions about Scripture, about apocryphal texts, about which sources to trust. At root, the question is always: Is Jesus enough? Is the testimony that has been handed to us reliable enough to stake everything on? John 5 says yes — because the one the testimony points to has authority over death itself.
Key text anchor: Verse 24 — “Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life. He does not come into judgment, but has passed from death to life.”
Whole-Bible thread: Isaiah 55:10–11 — “My word shall not return to me empty.” The voice of God does not make suggestions. It accomplishes what it is sent to do. The same creative word that called light out of darkness, that spoke through the prophets, that became flesh in John 1 — that voice speaks in John 5 and commands a man who has not walked in 38 years to stand up.
III. A Warning for the Bible-Literate — John 5:39–40
The scene: Jesus closes His defense with the most searching indictment in the chapter — directed not at pagans but at the most scripturally educated people in the room.
The pivot from Feb 22: This is where the Feb 22 class was heading but where the sermon needs to land with more weight than a study discussion can carry. The Deeper Dive addressed the apocryphal text question pastorally and carefully. The sermon addresses the deeper spiritual dynamic underneath it.
The sermon’s move here: The leaders were not casual about Scripture. They were devoted to it. And Jesus says to their faces: You search the Scriptures — and you refuse to come to me.
The problem is not that they read too much. The problem is what they were using their reading for. Scripture was functioning as a way to confirm what they already believed, to protect the position they already held, to manage the version of God they had already constructed.
This is the most relevant word for a congregation that is hungry for information. Hunger for information is not the same as hunger for Christ. You can feed one while starving the other. You can know more about 1 Enoch, about pre-trib eschatology, about textual transmission, about the Ethiopian canon — and move further from Jesus with every article you read, if your reading is not submitted to the question: does this bring me to Him?
Pastoral tone here: This is not condemnation. It is a diagnosis, and it is offered with care. Jesus is not angry at the searching — He is grieved at the refusing. “You refuse to come to me that you may have life.” The door is open. The voice is speaking. The question is whether we will hear it.
Key text anchor: Verses 39–40 — “You search the Scriptures because you think that in them you have eternal life; and it is they that bear witness about me, yet you refuse to come to me that you may have life.”
Whole-Bible thread: Deuteronomy 30:11–14 — Moses tells Israel that the word of God is not hidden, not in heaven, not across the sea. It is very near you. The problem was never distance. The problem was always will. John 5 is Moses’ warning fulfilled in person.
CONCLUSION — The Same Voice
Bring the three movements together in a single image.
The voice that said “Rise, take up your bed and walk” to a man who had been lying down for 38 years is the same voice that said “I am the resurrection and the life.” It is the same voice that will one day say “Come forth” to every person who has ever been placed in a grave.
That voice is not asking for your opinion of it. It is not asking to be evaluated alongside other options. It is speaking — and the only question John 5 leaves the reader with is the same question it left the man at the pool, the leaders in the temple, and the disciples who were watching:
Will you honor the Son?
Not admire Him. Not research Him. Not debate the merits of what He claimed. Honor Him. Bow to what He says about Himself. Receive the verdict He has already issued over those who believe.
Close with John 5:24 read slowly, as a gift rather than a proof text:
“Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life. He does not come into judgment, but has passed from death to life.”
The verdict is already in. The question is whether you will live like it.
A lot of Christians have quietly absorbed an idea that isn’t actually Christian.
The idea goes something like this: the body is temporary, the soul is what really matters, and when we die the goal is to escape physical existence into something purely spiritual.
That’s Greek philosophy. It’s not the Bible. In John 5:28–29, Jesus says all who are in the graves will hear His voice. Graves contain bodies. The resurrection Jesus is describing is physical — not metaphorical, not merely spiritual, not symbolic.
And for those who may quietly wonder about cremation — Christian hope is not dependent on the condition of physical remains. Scripture already accounts for bodies lost to decay, fire, or sea, and still declares that all will hear His voice. Cremation does not undo resurrection any more than burial guarantees it. The God who formed Adam from dust is not hindered by ashes. Our confidence rests not in preservation, but in the power of Christ, who calls the dead to life.
The early church died defending exactly this point.
Christian hope isn’t escape from the physical. It’s the redemption of it.
If you’ve lost someone you love, that matters. Their body is not gone from God’s care. It is waiting.
In an age of microphones, hot takes, and viral outrage, it is worth asking a quiet question: If Jesus listened to one of our political podcasts — full of frustration, mockery, policy arguments, and sharp humor — how would He respond?
Not how would He vote. Not which side would He take. But how would He interact?
This is not about scoring political points. It is about discipleship in a noisy age.
1. He Would Listen Before He Spoke
One of the most striking patterns in the Gospels is how often Jesus lets people talk.
The Pharisees speak. The disciples misunderstand. Pilate questions. The Samaritan woman explains her life.
He listens.
James writes, “Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry” (James 1:19). Jesus embodied that.
If He sat in a studio chair, He would not begin by correcting tone or policy. He would listen long enough to understand what was driving the words.
Because beneath every rant is a fear. Beneath every mockery is a wound. Beneath every certainty is a longing to be right.
2. He Would Separate Concern from Contempt
In political commentary, real concerns are often wrapped in ridicule.
Concern: Cities feel chaotic. Concern: Language games can obscure truth. Concern: Policy without enforcement fails.
Those are legitimate public questions.
But when concern turns into contempt — when people are reduced to “junkies,” “idiots,” “demons,” or caricatures — something in the spirit shifts.
Jesus confronted hypocrisy fiercely (Matthew 23), but He did not mock the vulnerable. He rebuked sin, but He did not dehumanize sinners.
He warned:
“Whoever says to his brother, ‘You fool,’ will be liable to the fire of hell.” (Matthew 5:22)
The danger is not disagreement. The danger is contempt.
Contempt reshapes the heart long before it reshapes policy.
3. He Would Challenge Overgeneralization
“It’s all drug addicts.” “They don’t want to fix it.” “They’re just voting for free stuff.”
Sweeping statements feel powerful. They simplify complexity and energize crowds.
But Jesus worked in specifics.
Zacchaeus was not “a corrupt tax collector.” He was Zacchaeus. The woman caught in adultery was not “moral decay.” She was a person. The rich young ruler was not “elite greed.” He was a soul in conflict.
When crowds tried to flatten people into categories, Jesus restored names and faces.
He might gently ask:
“Is every person you describe truly the same?” “Do you know their story?”
Truth without nuance becomes cruelty.
4. He Would Press for Personal Responsibility
One recurring theme in political outrage is this: “If they really cared, they would…”
Jesus often turned that logic inward.
When the disciples said the crowd should be sent away to find food, He replied:
“You give them something to eat.” (Mark 6:37)
When a rich man asked about eternal life, Jesus told him to sell what he had and give to the poor (Matthew 19:21).
If a podcaster said, “Elites should give up their extra houses,” Jesus might ask:
“What about you?”
The Kingdom of God does not begin with “they.” It begins with “you.”
5. He Would Refuse Tribal Identity
Modern discourse often forces binary alignment: You are either with this side or that side.
But Jesus did not fit neatly into political categories of His time.
He was not a Zealot revolutionary. He was not a Roman collaborator. He was not a Pharisaical legalist.
When asked about taxes — a political trap — He responded, “Render to Caesar what is Caesar’s, and to God what is God’s” (Matthew 22:21).
He refused to be captured by tribal framing.
If drawn into partisan narratives, He might say:
“You see enemies. I see neighbors.”
That is not naive. It is radical.
6. He Would Address Fear Beneath Anger
Many political rants are fueled by fear:
Fear of disorder. Fear of national decline. Fear of losing cultural ground. Fear of corruption.
Anger is often fear with armor on.
When the disciples panicked in the storm, Jesus asked:
“Why are you afraid?” (Matthew 8:26)
He addressed the fear before the waves.
If He sat in a studio where frustration boiled over, He might ask:
“What are you protecting?” “What are you afraid will be lost?”
And that question would quiet the room more effectively than an argument.
7. He Would Lift the Conversation Above Policy
Jesus did not ignore earthly matters — He spoke of taxes, justice, leadership, stewardship.
But He consistently traced public disorder back to the human heart.
“Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.” (Matthew 12:34)
He might not start with, “Here is the correct immigration policy.” He might start with, “What kind of people are you becoming while you debate it?”
Because a nation can enforce laws and still lose its soul. A movement can win elections and still lose mercy.
8. He Would Call for Truth Without Malice
Jesus is both:
Full of grace. Full of truth. (John 1:14)
Grace without truth becomes sentimentality. Truth without grace becomes brutality.
In our media culture, we often see:
Truth claims weaponized without love. Or love language detached from reality.
Christ refuses both distortions.
If He spoke into a heated conversation, He would not lower the bar of truth — but He would cleanse it of cruelty.
9. What This Means for Us
The deeper question is not: “How would Jesus correct them?”
It is: “How would He correct me?”
When I consume political content:
• Do I enjoy contempt? • Do I feel morally superior? • Do I hunger more for outrage than understanding? • Do I pray for those I criticize?
If Christ’s Spirit dwells in us, then our speech should begin to resemble His.
Not timid. Not silent. But measured, merciful, and courageous.
Closing Reflection
If Jesus walked into the studio, I do not believe He would flip the table over the microphones.
He would listen. He would ask piercing questions. He would confront pride. He would dignify the unseen. He would call everyone — hosts and critics alike — to repentance.
And He would remind us that no political reform can substitute for a transformed heart.
Because the Kingdom He brings is not built by ridicule, nor preserved by rage.
Back home from Comanche after a solid week on towers and microwave alignment. There is something grounding about standing under an 11 GHz path, watching signal levels lock in, knowing that invisible waves are carrying real conversations across miles of Texas pasture.
This morning we went deeper into John 4.
Jesus was tired. Dust on His feet. Thirst in His body. And still He chose to engage. He crossed ethnic lines, moral lines, religious lines, and personal pain lines. Not to win an argument. Not to prove a point. But to restore a person.
That matters right now.
We are living in a time where outrage travels faster than microwave backhaul. Blame is currency. Headlines are engineered for reaction. Facts are contested. Narratives are crafted. And too many people are exhausted.
But truth is not loud. It is steady.
At the well, Jesus did not shout the Samaritan woman down. He did not cancel her history. He named it honestly and then offered living water. Grace and truth, together. Not one without the other.
This week I worked on infrastructure — power, bandwidth, line of sight, reliability. I also wrote about AI, data centers, water supply, grid stability. All of it points to the same reality: the future will demand clarity, discipline, and stewardship. Power must be generated. Water must be sourced. Data must be moved. Systems must be resilient.
So must people.
As I step into a senior pastor role at Source of Old Faith, the call is not to build noise. It is to build a foundation. Order. Accountability. Spiritual maturity. A house built on the cornerstone, not on emotion or personality.
In a world of accusation, we need conviction without cruelty. In a world of spin, we need truth without arrogance. In a world of uncertainty, we need hope anchored in something older and stronger than the news cycle.
Jesus is still crossing barriers.
The Spirit is still building living stones. The Church must still be salt and light.
There are moments in ministry when the work does not increase—it changes.
This is one of those moments.
Recently, we learned that Bob Cash has been diagnosed with ALS. Those three letters carry weight far beyond their size. They bring grief, uncertainty, and a future that must now be approached more slowly and more gently than before.
In moments like this, it is tempting to rush into action—to organize, to explain, to plan, to speak confidently about what God is doing. But Scripture and wisdom both tell us that some seasons call not for more activity, but for deeper faithfulness.
This is one of those seasons.
Honoring God by Resisting Easy Answers
ALS is not a lesson to be decoded or a symbol to be leveraged. It is a real, painful disease that brings real loss. Faithfulness does not require us to explain it away or to wrap it in spiritual language that makes us more comfortable.
The Bible gives us permission to lament.
Jesus Himself wept at the tomb of His friend.
To honor God now is to tell the truth: this is hard, and it is grievous—and God is still present.
Honoring Bob by Preserving Dignity
Bob is not his diagnosis. He is still a pastor, a leader, a friend, and a man made in the image of God.
One of the quiet temptations in moments like this is to begin treating someone as if they are already gone—speaking for them, organizing around them, or redefining their role without their voice. That is not love. It is fear disguised as efficiency.
Honoring Bob means allowing him to remain himself for as long as he is able, and allowing transitions to happen with consent, clarity, and grace—not urgency.
The Ministry of Presence
There is a kind of ministry that does not preach sermons or lead meetings. It sits. It listens. It shows up without fixing.
This is not passive ministry. It is costly ministry.
Presence requires patience.
Silence requires courage.
Walking at another person’s pace requires humility.
In this season, presence will matter more than productivity.
Guarding the Church from False Urgency
Churches often struggle with suffering. We want to move quickly to hope language, legacy language, or celebration language. We want to resolve the tension before it has done its holy work.
But Christian hope is not denial. It is trust in God within grief, not around it.
To love well now means giving space for sorrow, prayer, and honest emotion—without spectacle, without pressure, and without pretending that pain must be rushed past.
A Word About Strength
Strength in the kingdom of God does not always look like endurance without rest. Sometimes it looks like restraint, shared responsibility, and knowing when not to speak.
Even Jesus withdrew.
Even Jesus rested.
Even Jesus asked others to watch and pray with Him.
None of us are meant to carry this alone.
Walking Forward Together
We do not yet know what the road ahead will look like. We do know this: God is faithful, Bob is deeply loved, and this season calls us to walk more slowly, more prayerfully, and more honestly than before.
John Hargrove Seeking Truth and Reality 