Friendships fracture over footnotes. Fellowship dissolves over phrases. And suddenly, someone you shared communion with last month is now an “apostate” because they prefer a different Bible translation or dared to think that just maybe there is no such thing as a pre-tribulation rapture.
Advent is not a story of humanity inching its way toward God—it is a story about God racing headlong into the darkness to find us. You didn’t stumble into salvation by chance.