Your dream, your collapse, your moment of inexplicable warmth in a dark room.

Those are not coincidences.

Those are not your mind playing tricks.

That is a God who refuses to give up on you.

Fall on your face and call his name.

He will answer.

He answered me.

He can answer anyone.

You can take the badge.

You can take the title.

You can freeze the accounts and seal the borders and erase the name from the civil records.

But you cannot take what Jesus put inside me on a Tuesday afternoon at a kitchen table in Riyad, Saudi Arabia, with the curtains drawn and a laptop screen glowing in the quiet.

What he put inside me is permanent.

What he put inside me is worth more than every stone I was ever handed to throw.

He is worth more than gold.

He is worth more than power.

He is worth more than the praise of a father who taught you to hunt.

He is the one who taught you to love.

And if you let him, he will teach you too.

If this testimony reached you, write in the comments.

He finds the hunters.

Let it be a declaration over every government building and every compliance office and every basement where believers are whispering hymns by candle light in the holiest month of the year.

Jesus is alive.

He’s moving through Arabia and he is coming for the ones who are coming for his

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