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.
Stop. Just for a moment. Stop the madness of schedules, the scramble for perfection, the spinning plates. This world loves to pile weight on your shoulders—your job, your family, your failures, your fears.