Every baseball player eventually faces the same humbling moment. The pitcher winds up, the ball leaves his hand, and halfway to the plate it stops behaving like a baseball should. The pitch drops, bends, and disappears under the bat. The hitter swings anyway and comes up empty.

Two things are true about uncertainty. First, it can be intimidating. The mystery of not knowing what will happen is often scary. In times where happiness and security hang in the balance, uncertainty about the outcome gives you the feeling of free-falling through life, forced to wait and anticipate a painful impact when the situation resolves.

Psalm 42 is a passage that I recommend Christian people revisit on a regular basis. Not only have I have preached from the psalm many times in my years of ministry, but I have visited it in personal times of need, confusion, and desperation. I know from personal experience that this passage is very relatable when you are feeling overwhelmed.

It is not controversial to say that our times are short of wisdom, while opinions are abundant. Social media is a minefield of AI videos, bots, and pseudo-theologies boosted by the algorithm. The trouble is that lies can look reasonable at a distance, and a person invested in deceiving others, or adept at arguing, or repeating talking points straight from hell can make error sound like truth.

As I read Psalm 19, and my favorite verse, 19:1, it reminds me that there is something ancient in a man that awakens when he steps outside at night. The part that responds to the night sky is not the part of him that answers emails; it is not the part that pays bills, nor the part that sits under fluorescent lights and acts like spreadsheets matter more than eternity. No, it is something older and truer. There is something in him that remembers Eden and hears the echoes of th

How about you? Do you fear death? In a sense, we are all uncertain about our relationship with death, for none of us knows when is our appointment to die. Additionally, none of us are promised tomorrow. If we are not to fear death, then, that confidence must be rooted in something more substantial than just a will to ignore or swallow our fear. Personally, I am not afraid to die. Such a statement is not an arrogance; it is biblical Christianity.