An argument started among the disciples as to which of them would be the greatest. They came to Capernaum and while Jesus was in the house, He asked them, “What were you discussing on the way?” But they were silent, for on the way they had been arguing about which of them was the greatest. Then the disciples asked Jesus, “Who then is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” But Jesus, knowing the thoughts of their hearts, sat down and called the Twelve and said, “If anyone wants to be first, he must be the last of all and the servant of all.”
Jesus invited a little child to stand beside Him and taking the child in His arms, He said to them, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes a little child like this in My name welcomes Me, and whoever welcomes Me welcomes not only Me, but the One who sent Me.” For whoever is the least among all of you, he is the greatest.”
My Thoughts
Greatness is not the problem, it’s how we strive to get there. The problem with the Twelve is that they were so typically like the world, they were actually going the wrong direction. This is part of Jesus’ “Right Side Up” theology.
“If anyone wants to be first, he must be the last of all and the servant of all.”
The world has it upside down. According to the world you have to scrape, and scratch, and scheme your way to greatness. Jesus says you have to serve, submit, and sacrifice your way to greatness.
As disciple-makers we will struggle with the desire ourselves and deal with this ambition in those we mentor. Notice Jesus didn’t squelch the desire to be great. He just showed them the right way to get there. We can unintentionally wield the heavy mallet of criticism, stifling ambition and dampening the zeal of Jesus’ disciples to excel and accomplish great things for God. We don’t want to turn the disciples of Jesus into a bunch of wet noodles. Instead, we should channel their passion and zeal, guiding them to pursue greatness through humble service, steadfast submission, and sacrificial love, as Jesus modeled, so they can boldly impact the world for His glory.
My Story
I like reading military history and after several years of analyzing conflict through the lens of some great writers I’ve come to realize that there are always two wars being fought simultaneously. The first is the war itself and the second is the internal conflict among generals within their own ranks. Usually this strife is associated with pride, ambition, and an intense desire to be recognized. I think we see the same thing in the church; the spiritual battle and the battles amongst ourselves. I can think of several ways to avoid this inner squabbling:
Acknowledge we only have one King – Jesus is our ultimate authority and we do what He tells us to do.
Acknowledge the King has given different orders to different commanders – Stay in our lane and appreciate and support those in a different lane
Acknowledge our primary role as a servant of the King and others – Look for ways to ensure success not only of what we are doing but also the enterprise of others
Acknowledge that we can’t do it all and the mission can’t be accomplished without interdependence on others – We are part of a body with various gifts
Acknowledging that our individual contribution is just as important as others – We should throw our full weight behind whatever we are called to do for the sake of the whole
Our Action Plan
Now it’s time for application. Here’s some ideas;
Are you striving for greatness…the way Jesus describes?
Teach and model servanthood for those you are discipling.
Do a Bible study with those you are discipling on how Jesus served people (and how people expected Him to serve them).
So, let’s keep our hearts set on true greatness, the kind Jesus taught—humble service and sacrificial love. By channeling our zeal to lift others up, we’ll shine bright for His glory and make a real difference in this world.
¡Bienvenidos de nuevo! Hoy analizaremos los Evangelios de Mateo, Marcos y Lucas para ver cómo Jesús se dirigió a quienes querían ser grandes.
Comencemos.
Mateo 18:1-5, Marcos 9:33-37, Lucas 9:46-48
Se suscitó una discusión entre los discípulos sobre quién de ellos sería el mayor. Llegaron a Capernaúm y, mientras Jesús estaba en casa, les preguntó: «¿Qué discutían por el camino?». Pero guardaron silencio, pues durante el camino habían estado discutiendo sobre quién de ellos sería el mayor. Entonces los discípulos le preguntaron a Jesús: «¿Quién es, pues, el mayor en el reino de los cielos?». Pero Jesús, conociendo sus pensamientos, se sentó, llamó a los Doce y les dijo: «Si alguno quiere ser el primero, que sea el último de todos y el servidor de todos». Jesús invitó a un niño pequeño a ponerse de pie junto a él y, tomándolo en brazos, les dijo: «Les aseguro que si no cambian y se hacen como niños pequeños, no entrarán en el reino de los cielos. Por lo tanto, el que se humille como este niño pequeño, ése es el mayor en el reino de los cielos. Y el que reciba a un niño pequeño como este en mi nombre, me recibe a mí; y el que me recibe a mí, no solo me recibe a mí, sino también al que me envió». Porque el más pequeño entre todos ustedes, ése es el mayor.
Mis Pensamientos
La grandeza no es el problema, sino cómo nos esforzamos por alcanzarla. El problema con los Doce es que, típicamente como el mundo, iban en la dirección equivocada. Esto forma parte de la teología del “Correcto”.
“Si alguno quiere ser el primero, que sea el último de todos y el servidor de todos”.
El mundo está patas arriba. Según el mundo, hay que luchar, arañar y maquinar para alcanzar la grandeza. Jesús dice que hay que servir, someterse y sacrificar para alcanzarla.
Como hacedores de discípulos, lucharemos con ese deseo y lidiaremos con esta ambición en aquellos a quienes asesoramos. Observen que Jesús no aplastó el deseo de ser grande. Simplemente les mostró el camino correcto para lograrlo. Sin querer, podemos usar el mazo de madera de la crítica, sofocando la ambición y apagando el celo de los discípulos de Jesús por sobresalir y lograr grandes cosas para Dios. No queremos convertir a los discípulos de Jesús en un montón de fideos mojados. En cambio, debemos canalizar su pasión y celo, guiándolos a buscar la grandeza a través del servicio humilde, la sumisión firme y el amor sacrificial, como lo modeló Jesús, para que puedan impactar con valentía el mundo para Su gloria.
Mi Historia
Me gusta leer historia militar y, tras varios años analizando conflictos a través de la perspectiva de grandes escritores, me he dado cuenta de que siempre se libran dos guerras simultáneamente. La primera es la guerra misma y la segunda es el conflicto interno entre los generales dentro de sus propias filas. Creo que vemos lo mismo en la iglesia: la batalla espiritual y las batallas entre nosotros. Se me ocurren varias maneras de evitar estas disputas internas:
Reconocer que solo tenemos un Rey: Jesús es nuestra máxima autoridad y hacemos lo que Él nos dice. Reconocer que el Rey ha dado órdenes diferentes a los distintos comandantes. Mantenernos en nuestro carril, apreciar y apoyar a quienes están en un carril diferente.
Reconocer nuestro papel principal como siervos del Rey y de los demás. Buscar maneras de asegurar el éxito no solo de lo que estamos haciendo, sino también de la iniciativa de otros.
Reconocer que no podemos hacerlo todo y que la misión no se puede cumplir sin la interdependencia de los demás. Somos parte de un cuerpo con diversos dones.
Reconocer que nuestra contribución individual es tan importante como la de los demás. Debemos poner todo nuestro esfuerzo en todo lo que se nos llama a hacer por el bien de todos.
Nuestro Plan de Acción
Ahora es momento de aplicar. Aquí tienes algunas ideas:
¿Te esfuerzas por alcanzar la grandeza… como la describe Jesús?
Enseña y modela el servicio para quienes discipulas.
Realiza un estudio bíblico con quienes discipulas sobre cómo Jesús sirvió a la gente (y cómo esperaban que Él los sirviera).
Así que, mantengamos nuestros corazones puestos en la verdadera grandeza, la que Jesús enseñó: servicio humilde y amor sacrificial. Al canalizar nuestro celo para ayudar a otros, brillaremos para su gloria y marcaremos una verdadera diferencia en este mundo.
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After they had arrived in Capernaum, the collectors of the two-drachma tax came to Peter and asked, “Does your Teacher pay the two drachmas?” “Yes,” he answered. When Peter entered the house, Jesus preempted him. “What do you think, Simon?” He asked. “From whom do the kings of the earth collect customs and taxes: from their own sons, or from others?” “From others,” Peter answered. “Then the sons are exempt,” Jesus declared. “But so that we may not offend them, go to the sea, cast a hook, and take the first fish you catch. When you open its mouth, you will find a four-drachma coin. Take it and give it to them for My tax and yours.”
My Thoughts
Did you catch it? Once again the lesson is buried under a miracle. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t mind being told to catch a fish and find enough money in its mouth to pay my taxes. That would be awesome! But there’s a deeper lesson here. One that is important for disciple-makers and anyone else that would like to preserve peace in relationships. It’s the miracle of diplomacy. Jesus’ question to Peter makes it clear that the tax collectors were not doing what was fair or maybe even legal in a normal society. Of course you don’t tax your own family. This is why the Jews hated the tax collectors. They were “traitors” taxing their own for the Romans and getting their cut on the side.
Now Jesus could have righteously responded in several ways. He could refuse to pay the tax. He could rally a protest against the government demanding His rights. He could have called down hail, fire, and brimstone on these greedy tax collectors. But instead, He chooses a path that preserves peace and teaches a profound lesson in diplomacy. Jesus instructs Peter to pay the tax, not because it’s just or owed, but to avoid unnecessary conflict and maintain a witness that prioritizes humility over confrontation.
But before we go off the deep end on the idea of diplomacy, let’s look at Jesus in some other circumstances. What about confronting the Pharisees? He called them names like Hypocrites, Blind guides, Fools, Serpents, Whitewashed tombs, etc… (Matthew 23:13-33) Whew! That’s not very diplomatic in my book. What about making a whip and cleaning out the temple of all the “concessions.” (John 2:13-16) Nope, not very diplomatic either.
So how did Jesus know when to turn on the diplomacy or not? The simple answer is the Father told Him (John 5:19). We also know that Jesus was knee deep in the Scriptures, full of the Spirit, and prayed up. And as disciples and disciple-makers, it would be wise for us to do the same.
My Story
I was being raked over the coals for a theological issue and it got down right ugly. The minor disagreement became a “Paul and Barnabas Event” and we had to part ways. I didn’t fight back, no screaming and yelling, no backbiting, or sabotage. I simply took it on the chin and left. Later one of the men I had discipled went through the same thing for the same issue. Now I let the leaders have it with both barrels! I didn’t lose my composure but I was firm and more prophetic than I usually am. So what was the difference? Why in one situation I “took one for the team” and the other I “came off the top ropes?”
Two things come to mind. In the first situation it was a personal assault against me. I felt like maybe God was doing something like when David left Jerusalem and Shimei was hurling abuses and rocks at him. David trusted God with the circumstances and responded;
“Let him alone and let him curse, for the LORD has told him. Perhaps the LORD will look on my affliction and return good to me instead of his cursing this day.” (2 Samuel 16:11-12)
In the second situation with my friend I felt like it was my shepherding duty to fend off the attackers and defend my brother. I have a saying, “If you ever want to see a Shepherd go Prophet, mess with the sheep.”
The other reason was wisdom from the Word and Holy Spirit. I felt like I had a red light to defend myself and a green light to defend my friend. I’m sure this is how Jesus operated in every circumstance, receiving wisdom to do exactly the right thing.
Our Action Plan
Now it’s time for application. Here’s some ideas;
Are you abiding in Christ enough to be guided by Him on when to be diplomatic or not?
Are you quick to engage or quick to run from conflict? What is Jesus telling you right now?
Discuss these questions with those you are discipling and find Scripture to guide the discussion.
In the end, Jesus shows us that diplomacy is a miracle worth learning, guided by the Father’s wisdom. As disciples, let’s stay rooted in Scripture and prayer to know when to speak up or hold our peace.
¡Bienvenidos de nuevo! Hoy analizaremos el Evangelio de Mateo para ver cómo Jesús usó la diplomacia para evitar ofender a otros y cuándo no.
Comencemos.
Mateo 17:24-27
Después de llegar a Capernaúm, los cobradores del impuesto de dos dracmas se acercaron a Pedro y le preguntaron: «¿Tu Maestro paga las dos dracmas?». «Sí», respondió. Cuando Pedro entró en la casa, Jesús se le adelantó. «¿Qué te parece, Simón?», preguntó. «¿De quién cobran los reyes de la tierra los impuestos y los tributos: de sus propios hijos o de los demás?». «De los demás», respondió Pedro. «Entonces los hijos están exentos», declaró Jesús. «Pero para no ofenderlos, ve al mar, echa el anzuelo y el primer pez que pesques. Al abrirlo, encontrarás una moneda de cuatro dracmas. Tómala y dásela por mi impuesto y el tuyo».
Mis Pensamientos
¿Lo captaste? Una vez más, la lección queda sepultada bajo un milagro. No me malinterpretes, no me importaría que me dijeran que pescara un pez y encontrara suficiente dinero en su boca para pagar mis impuestos. ¡Sería genial! Pero hay una lección más profunda aquí. Una que es importante para quienes hacen discípulos y para cualquiera que desee preservar la paz en las relaciones. Es el milagro de la diplomacia. La pregunta de Jesús a Pedro deja claro que los recaudadores de impuestos no estaban haciendo lo justo, ni siquiera lo legal, en una sociedad normal. Claro que uno no cobra impuestos a su propia familia. Por eso los judíos odiaban a los recaudadores de impuestos. Eran “traidores” que cobraban impuestos a los suyos para los romanos y se llevaban su tajada.
Ahora bien, Jesús podría haber respondido con justicia de varias maneras. Podría negarse a pagar el impuesto. Podría organizar una protesta contra el gobierno que exigía sus derechos. Podría haber invocado granizo, fuego y azufre sobre estos codiciosos recaudadores de impuestos. Pero en cambio, elige un camino que preserva la paz y enseña una profunda lección de diplomacia. Jesús le ordena a Pedro que pague el impuesto, no porque sea justo ni debido, sino para evitar conflictos innecesarios y mantener un testimonio que priorice la humildad sobre la confrontación.
Pero antes de profundizar en la idea de la diplomacia, veamos a Jesús en otras circunstancias. ¿Y qué tal cuando confrontó a los fariseos? Los llamó hipócritas, guías ciegos, necios, serpientes, sepulcros blanqueados, etc. (Mateo 23:13-33). ¡Uf! Eso no me parece muy diplomático. ¿Y qué tal si se azota y se limpia el templo de todas las “concesiones”? (Juan 2:13-16). No, tampoco es muy diplomático.
Entonces, ¿cómo sabía Jesús cuándo usar la diplomacia o no? La respuesta es sencilla: el Padre se lo dijo (Juan 5:19). También sabemos que Jesús estaba inmerso en las Escrituras, lleno del Espíritu y oraba con intensidad. Y como discípulos y hacedores de discípulos, sería sabio que hiciéramos lo mismo.
Mi Historia
Me estaban dando fuertes broncas por un asunto teológico y la cosa se puso fea. El pequeño desacuerdo se convirtió en un “evento Pablo y Bernabé” y tuvimos que separarnos. No me defendí, no grité ni vociferé, no murmuré ni saboté. Simplemente acepté las consecuencias y me fui. Más tarde, uno de los hombres a los que había discipulado pasó por lo mismo por el mismo problema. ¡Ahora les di la lata a los líderes! No perdí la compostura, pero me mantuve firme y más profético de lo habitual. Entonces, ¿cuál fue la diferencia? ¿Por qué en una situación “me salvé por el equipo” y en la otra “me lancé desde la cuerda superior”?
Me vienen a la mente dos cosas. En la primera, fue un ataque personal contra mí. Sentí que tal vez Dios estaba haciendo algo como cuando David salió de Jerusalén y Simei le lanzaba insultos y piedras. David confió en Dios ante las circunstancias y respondió. “Déjalo, que maldiga, porque el SEÑOR se lo ha dicho. Quizás el SEÑOR mire mi aflicción y me devuelva el bien en lugar de su maldición de hoy.” (2 Samuel 16:11-12)
En la segunda situación con mi amigo, sentí que mi deber como pastor era defender a los atacantes y a mi hermano. Tengo un dicho: “Si quieres ver a un pastor convertirse en profeta, métete con las ovejas”.
La otra razón fue la sabiduría de la Palabra y del Espíritu Santo. Sentí que tenía luz roja para defenderme y luz verde para defender a mi amigo. Estoy seguro de que así es como Jesús actuó en cada circunstancia, recibiendo sabiduría para hacer exactamente lo correcto.
Nuestro Plan de Acción
Ahora es momento de aplicar. Aquí tienes algunas ideas:
¿Permaneces en Cristo lo suficiente como para que Él te guíe sobre cuándo ser diplomático o no?
¿Eres rápido para involucrarte o para huir del conflicto? ¿Qué te está diciendo Jesús ahora mismo?
Dialoga estas preguntas con tus discípulos y busca la Biblia para guiar la conversación.
En definitiva, Jesús nos muestra que la diplomacia es un milagro que vale la pena aprender, guiados por la sabiduría del Padre. Como discípulos, aferrémonos a la Biblia y a la oración para saber cuándo hablar o callar.
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I’ve been watching you but lately I’ve noticed some very interesting things about you. My interest peaked at the beginning of this summer when…
You started looking for places for your folks in hopes that they would move back to San Antonio.
You invited your folks to “watch our cat” while we were on vacation in Alaska visiting the kids.
While on vacation you spent hours with grandkids as Wes and Tina moved from one house to another.
You made dozens of texts and phone calls coordinating a sudden but pleasantly surprising decision of your folks to not only move to SA but not even take the return flight to Alabama.
When we flew home you muscled through the first days of the flu helping your folks secure their new place.
You finally took two days to rest when you noticed you had one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel.
Out of bed, you shopped till you dropped getting the folks new furniture.
Having relocated your folks to their new place, it was time to host your brother and visiting friend (you barely had time to wash sheets and make beds).
You reached deep into your pockets for finances and resources to bless everyone around you.
And all the while taking care of me, the husband who is so disabled he can’t even take out the trash.
I’m beyond impressed. I am amazed. Some men brag saying they “married up.” I married an “Omnidirectional” woman with no limits. I’m proud of you and I’m sure Jesus is proud of you, becoming just like Him.
PS. No AI was used in writing this ode to my love.
As I was praying the Lord’s Prayer one morning, I was reflecting on this question: “Why did the Father give the Son (Jesus) the kingdom?”—especially in light of the fact that He would give it back to His Father in the end.
“Then comes the end, when He hands over the kingdom to the God and Father, when He has abolished all rule and all authority and power.” (1 Corinthians 15:24)
Why Did the Father Give the Kingdom to the Son?
The Father entrusted the kingdom to Jesus to restore humanity’s original purpose, correcting the failures of the first Adam, demonstrating perfect dominion, and empowering believers to live as faithful stewards of God’s creation. This essay explores this divine plan through four key elements: the contrast between the First Adam and the Last Adam, the restoration of God’s kingdom, Jesus as the perfect example, and the renewal of humanity’s role through Christ.
The First Adam vs. the Last Adam
The Bible contrasts the first Adam, who failed in his God-given role, with Jesus, the “Last Adam” 1 Corinthians 15:45. Adam was created to rule over creation as God’s representative Genesis 1:26-28, but his disobedience introduced sin, corrupting humanity and creation Romans 5:12. Jesus, however, succeeded where Adam failed. Through His perfect obedience, even unto death Philippians 2:8, and His resurrection, Jesus overcame sin and death, redeeming creation and establishing His authority as King Philippians 2:9-11.
Restoring God’s Kingdom
By giving Jesus authority over all things Matthew 28:18, the Father restores His design for creation. Jesus’ reign demonstrates how humanity was meant to live—under God’s authority with humility, love, and righteousness. Romans 5:18-19 underscores this: through Adam’s disobedience, many were made sinners, but through Jesus’ obedience, many are made righteous. His kingship defeats sin and rebellion, aligning creation with God’s will 1 Corinthians 15:24-28. Jesus’ rule reflects God’s character, bringing life and peace, and prepares creation for its ultimate restoration when He delivers the kingdom to the Father 1 Corinthians 15:24.
Jesus as the Perfect Example
Jesus, as the Last Adam 1 Corinthians 15:45, models God’s original design for dominion. His life exemplified servant leadership Mark 10:45, humility Philippians 2:5-8, and sacrificial love John 15:13. Through His teachings and miracles—such as healing the sick and calming storms—Jesus showed care for creation and humanity, reflecting God’s desire for flourishing. His righteous rule, marked by justice and peace Isaiah 9:6-7, sets the standard for how humanity was meant to steward creation, in harmony with God’s will, rather than exploiting it as Adam did.
Restoring Our Role Through Christ
Through Jesus’ redemptive work, believers are restored to their role as God’s image-bearers, called to steward creation faithfully. Empowered by the Holy Spirit, we are conformed to Christ’s image Romans 8:29 to fulfill our original mandate: to care for creation Genesis 2:15, lead with humility Matthew 20:26-28, and live righteously Micah 6:8. As Ephesians 2:10 states, we are created in Christ for good works, renewing our purpose to reflect God’s glory in our stewardship of His kingdom.
Conclusion
The Father gave the kingdom to Jesus to correct Adam’s failure, restore God’s design for creation, and provide a perfect example of righteous dominion. Through Christ, believers are empowered to fulfill their calling as stewards of God’s creation, living with humility, love, and righteousness. Jesus’ reign not only redeems humanity but also points to the ultimate restoration of all things, when the kingdom is returned to the Father, fulfilling God’s redemptive plan.
Disciple-Maker’s Short Story
The Kingdom’s Yield
The sun cracked the horizon, spilling gold across the Kansas wheat fields, the stalks swaying like a silent hymn. Jared and Phil leaned against the hulking green frame of a John Deere combine harvester, its metal cool against their backs despite the warming dawn. Steam curled from their thermos of coffee, the bitter scent mingling with the earth’s damp breath. They’d been up since before light, preparing for the harvest, but now they paused, Bibles open, voices low in prayer.
“‘Thy kingdom come,’” Jared murmured, finishing the Lord’s Prayer, his breath visible in the crisp air. He was young, barely twenty, his hands calloused but his faith still tender, searching. Phil, weathered and sixty, with eyes like the sky before a storm, nodded quietly, his own prayer a steady undercurrent.
They turned to 1 Corinthians 15, reading in turns, their voices weaving with the rustle of wheat. When they reached verse 24—“Then comes the end, when He hands over the kingdom to the God and Father, when He has abolished all rule and all authority and power.”—Jared paused, his finger tracing the words. He frowned, his brow knitting.
“I’ve read this before,” he said, voice low, almost to himself, “but I never saw it like this. The Son… giving the kingdom back to the Father? Why’s that matter so much?”
Phil took a slow sip of coffee, his eyes on the horizon where the sun climbed higher, painting the fields in fire. He set the thermos on the combine’s step, his movements deliberate, like a man who’d learned to measure time by seasons, not seconds.
“It’s the heart of it all, Jared,” Phil said, his voice gravelly but warm, like soil turned after rain. “The Father gave the kingdom to the Son to fix what we broke. Adam—first man—messed it up. Sin, pride, all that. Jesus, the Last Adam, He’s the one who makes it right. He rules like we were meant to—humble, just, full of love. And when He’s done, He hands it all back to the Father, pure and whole.”
Jared shifted, his boots scuffing the dirt. He was a thinker, always wrestling with the why of things. Raised in church, he knew the stories, but this felt different—bigger, like the fields stretching endless before them. “So, it’s about… what? Showing us how to live?”
Phil chuckled, a sound like dry leaves. “More than that. It’s about why we live. Look at this field.” He gestured to the wheat, golden heads bowing under their own weight. “God gave Adam a garden to tend, to rule with care. He didn’t. We’ve been breaking things ever since—land, people, ourselves. Jesus takes the kingdom, shows us how it’s done. He heals, He serves, He loves even to the cross. That’s what dominion looks like. Not grabbing power, but giving it back, clean.”
Jared’s eyes followed the wheat, imagining Jesus walking these fields, His hands brushing the stalks, His voice calming storms. He thought of his own life—his temper, his doubts, the way he’d snapped at his sister last week over nothing. “I don’t know if I can live like that,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Phil turned, his gaze steady, not judging but seeing, the way he could spot a blight in the crop from a hundred yards. “None of us can, not on our own. That’s why He sent the Spirit. You read Romans 8:29? We’re being shaped into His image, Jared. Every time you choose patience over anger, love over pride, you’re stepping into that. You’re tending the kingdom, same as this field.”
The combine loomed behind them, a machine of precision and power, built to reap what was sown. Jared thought of the harvest—how the machine separated grain from chaff, how it gathered what was good and left the rest behind. He wanted that clarity in himself, to cut away the mess and keep what mattered.
“I want to be like Him,” Jared said, the words spilling out, raw and earnest. “Like Jesus. Not just… doing good, but living like He did. Humble. True.”
Phil smiled, lines deepening around his eyes. “That’s the prayer, son. Start small. Tend what’s in front of you—your family, this land, your heart. The Spirit’ll do the rest, same as He grows this wheat. You just keep showing up.”
The sun was fully up now, the fields ablaze with light. Jared felt a stirring, not just in his chest but deeper, like a seed breaking open. He looked at Phil, then at the Bible still open in his hands, the words of 1 Corinthians 15:24 glowing like the dawn. The kingdom wasn’t just a place, he realized—it was a way of being, a life surrendered, given back to the Father.
“C’mon,” Phil said, clapping Jared’s shoulder. “Let’s get this combine running. Got a harvest to bring in.”
As he climbed into the cab, Jared felt the weight of the moment settle, not heavy but hopeful. He’d tend the field today, and maybe, with God’s help, he’d tend his soul too—step by step, toward the One who’d shown the way.
Welcome Back! Today, we’ll be looking at the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, and Luke to see how even the Master disciple-maker found it hard to get His point across.
Going on from there, they passed through Galilee. But Jesus did not want anyone to know, because He was teaching His disciples. When His disciples gathered together in Galilee, Jesus told them, “Let these words sink into your ears: The Son of Man is about to be delivered into the hands of men. They will kill Him, and on the third day He will be raised to life.” And the disciples were deeply grieved and did not understand this statement, it was veiled from them so that they could not comprehend it, and they were afraid to ask Him about it.
My Thoughts
As disciple-makers it is important to get concentrated time with those you are mentoring. I’ve mentioned before that Jesus got time alone with His disciples in a boat, a mountain top, and even on the shores of the Mediterranean near Tyre and Sidon. You can obviously see why He wanted to get time alone with them for this important announcement. But even being alone, without distraction, and focused on the few, they still didn’t get what He was trying to communicate. And here’s another crucial lesson for us as we pour our lives into others. Despite our best efforts, the men and women we are training may not comprehend our “crucial” lessons.
Here’s eight tips to navigate this tough but common circumstance when disciples “just don’t get it.”
Be patient! – Put yourself in their shoes and try to remember the times when some of the most simple truths eluded your understanding.
Pray – Notice that “it was veiled” from the disciples’ understanding. It may take Divine intervention to reveal a clear picture of what you are trying to explain.
Use Scripture – The Word of God is a powerful agent to bring understanding.
Tell Stories – Jesus was the Master Storyteller. As we try to get our point across, it may take putting the cookies on the lowest shelf with a simple story.
Draw It – Illustrations can be very helpful. A picture is worth a thousand words.
Questions – Encourage them to ask questions and ask questions yourself to verify understanding through feedback.
Come back and teach it again – Repetition is one of your secret weapons as a mentor. Repeat yourself in a repetitive manner. 🙂
Use the “Cool Uncle” – Deb and I learned this from raising our sons. Have a relative or a friend teach the lesson from their perspective. You might get a comment from the mentee like “Why didn’t you ever teach me this?” Just roll with it.
Communication will always be challenging. This is especially true in discipleship where we have an enemy constantly trying to muddy the waters. Be persistent. Eventually, they will get it.
My Story
I’ve been a disciple of Jesus for 45 years now and I’m amazed about how much I don’t understand about walking with Him. I’ve read my Bible daily, done intense Bible studies, and even been to Bible College and Seminary (some might say that explains everything, the seminary part that is). Yeah, I must confess, there are times when someone I’m discipling drops a little truth bomb on me and I let them know, “I’ve never seen that before!” I figure I’m talking to a pretty self-aware and humble crowd so I know I’m in good company.
Now some might quote James to me at this point, “Let not many of you become teachers, my brethren, knowing that as such we will incur a stricter judgment.” (James 3:1) But there are two problems;
Jesus has commanded us to teach! Check it out… (Matthew 28:18-20).
No teacher teaches everything accurately except for the Great Teacher Himself.
So you and I are stuck with a divine tension; To teach or not to teach, that is the question?
Here’s what helps me sleep at night. I teach people to read the Bible for themselves. This is a great safeguard for the disciple-maker and the best way to get to know the Master. So…if you’re reading my blog and not getting enough time in the Word, skip my blog and get the straight scoop from a Person who always gets it right!
Our Action Plan
Now it’s time for application. Here’s some ideas:
Create a “Learner’s Environment” for those you are discipling. It’s safe to not know all the answers, make mistakes, and ask questions.
Share your weaknesses and misunderstandings with them creating a level and humble playing field.
Do a Bible study with them and answer this question; “Did Jesus ever model weakness in front of His disciples?”
Well, there you have it, even Jesus faced challenges getting His message across, so let’s keep pourin’ into others with patience and trust they’ll catch on. Just keep sharing the Word, telling stories, and leaning on the Master Teacher to make it all clear to them in time.
¡Bienvenidos de nuevo! Hoy analizaremos los Evangelios de Mateo, Marcos y Lucas para ver cómo incluso al Maestro hacedor de discípulos le costó transmitir su mensaje.
Comencemos.
Mateo 17:22-23, Marcos 9:30-32, Lucas 9:43b-45
De allí, pasaron por Galilea. Pero Jesús no quería que nadie lo supiera, pues estaba enseñando a sus discípulos. Cuando sus discípulos se reunieron en Galilea, Jesús les dijo: «Que estas palabras les penetren en los oídos: El Hijo del Hombre está a punto de ser entregado en manos de los hombres. Lo matarán, y al tercer día resucitará». Y los discípulos se entristecieron profundamente y no entendieron esta declaración; les estaba velada, de modo que no podían comprenderla, y tenían miedo de preguntarle al respecto.
Mis Pensamientos
Como hacedores de discípulos, es importante dedicar tiempo a la consciencia de quienes mentorean. Ya he mencionado que Jesús pasó tiempo a solas con sus discípulos en una barca, en la cima de una montaña e incluso en las orillas del Mediterráneo, cerca de Tiro y Sidón. Es evidente por qué quiso pasar tiempo a solas con ellos para este importante anuncio. Pero incluso estando solos, sin distracciones y centrados en unos pocos, seguían sin entender lo que Él intentaba comunicar. Y aquí hay otra lección crucial para nosotros al dedicar nuestra vida a los demás. A pesar de nuestros mejores esfuerzos, los hombres y mujeres que capacitamos pueden no comprender nuestras lecciones cruciales.
Aquí tienes ocho consejos para afrontar esta difícil pero común situación en la que los discípulos simplemente no lo entienden.
¡Ten paciencia!: Ponte en su lugar y recuerda las veces en que algunas de las verdades más sencillas se te escaparon.
Ora: Observa que estaba velado para la comprensión de los discípulos. Puede que se requiera la intervención divina para que se revele una imagen clara de lo que intentas explicar.
Usa las Escrituras: La Palabra de Dios es un medio poderoso para brindar comprensión.
Cuenta historias: Jesús fue el maestro narrador. Al intentar transmitir nuestro mensaje, puede que tengamos que dejar las galletas en el último estante con una historia sencilla.
Dibuja: Las ilustraciones pueden ser muy útiles. Una imagen vale más que mil palabras.
Preguntas: Anímalos a hacer preguntas y a hacerlas tú mismo para verificar la comprensión mediante la retroalimentación.
Regresa y enséñalo de nuevo: La repetición es una de tus armas secretas como mentor. Repítelo de forma repetitiva. 🙂
Usa el “Tío Genial”: Deb y yo aprendimos esto criando a nuestros hijos. Pide a un familiar o amigo que enseñe la lección desde su perspectiva. Podrías recibir un comentario del aprendiz como “¿Por qué nunca me enseñaste esto?”. Simplemente sigue adelante.
La comunicación siempre será un desafío. Esto es especialmente cierto en el discipulado, donde tenemos un enemigo que constantemente intenta enturbiar las aguas. Sé persistente. Con el tiempo, lo entenderán.
Mi Historia
Llevo 45 años siendo discípulo de Jesús y me asombra lo mucho que no entiendo sobre caminar con Él. He leído la Biblia a diario, he realizado estudios bíblicos intensos e incluso he ido a un instituto bíblico y a un seminario (algunos dirían que eso lo explica todo, al menos el seminario). Sí, debo confesar que a veces alguien a quien discipulo me suelta una pequeña bomba de verdad y le digo: “¡Nunca había visto eso!”. Supongo que estoy hablando con un grupo bastante consciente y humilde, así que sé que estoy en buena compañía.
Ahora bien, algunos podrían citarme a Santiago en este punto: “Hermanos míos, no os hagáis muchos maestros, sabiendo que como tales recibiremos un juicio más severo” (Santiago 3:1). Pero hay dos problemas:
¡Jesús nos ha mandado a enseñar! Fíjense bien… (Mateo 28:18-20).
Ningún maestro enseña todo con precisión, excepto el Gran Maestro mismo.
Así que tú y yo nos encontramos atrapados en una tensión divina: ¿Enseñar o no enseñar? Esa es la cuestión.
Esto es lo que me ayuda a dormir por las noches: enseño a la gente a leer la Biblia por sí misma. Esta es una gran protección para quien hace discípulos y la mejor manera de conocer al Maestro. Así que… si lees mi blog y no dedicas suficiente tiempo a la Palabra, ¡sáltatelo y obtén la información directa de una persona que siempre acierta!
Nuestro Plan de Acción
Ahora es momento de aplicar. Aquí tienes algunas ideas:
Crea un ambiente de aprendizaje para quienes estás discipulando. Es seguro no saber todas las respuestas, cometer errores y hacer preguntas.
Comparte tus debilidades y malentendidos con ellos, creando un ambiente de igualdad y humildad.
Organiza un estudio bíblico con ellos y responde a esta pregunta: “¿Alguna vez Jesús demostró debilidad frente a sus discípulos?”.
Bueno, ahí lo tienen: incluso Jesús enfrentó dificultades para transmitir su mensaje, así que sigamos inculcándolo a otros con paciencia y confiando en que lo entenderán. Simplemente sigan compartiendo la Palabra, contando historias y apoyándose en el Maestro para que con el tiempo se lo aclare todo.
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“Do not let your heart be troubled; believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also. And you know the way where I am going.”
John 14:1-4
Shadows Cast by Victory
The Confederation’s banners snapped in the crisp autumn breeze over its majestic capital, their crimson and gold fields a vivid counterpoint to the slate-gray spires of Navy Headquarters. Across the Orion Arm, from the core worlds to the rim, humanity celebrated the Battle of Dekar-9 and the miracle of Aroer Terra’s nova as a turning point in the war against the Rogue Artificial Intelligence and its bioengineered Skravak puppets. Holo-feeds blared triumphant anthems, and civic plazas overflowed with citizens chanting the names of the heroes who had carried Eden’s truth to victory: Lieutenant Wade Kovacs, Ensign Kristen Kovacs, Lieutenant Jay Ringler, and Lieutenant Mayumi Ringler.
For a month, the quartet endured the relentless glare of adulation. Wade, his prosthetic hand a quiet testament to battles past, stood stiffly at parade grounds, his Ranger dress blues immaculate but his gray-blue eyes distant, as admirals and senators pinned medals to his chest. Kristen, her analytical mind ill-suited to the pomp, forced smiles through endless banquets, her fingers brushing Wade’s in silent solidarity. Jay, ever the steady presence, offered gracious words to reporters, his faith anchoring him against the tide of hero-worship. Mayumi, her sharp intellect cloaked in quiet grace, deflected questions about the Skravak labs with practiced ease, her thoughts drifting to simpler dreams.
The fanfare was a double-edged blade. It honored their sacrifices—six months stranded on a moon they’d named Eden, the desperate gambit that shattered RAI’s fleet—but it chafed against their natures. None relished the spotlight. Wade, whose leadership had turned the tide, longed for the clarity of a mission. Kristen craved the hum of a lab or the open void. Jay and Mayumi, bound by love and shared trials, yearned for a life beyond the war’s shadow. At last, in a private audience with General Redside, they requested reprieve—a chance to step away, to reclaim some measure of the lives they’d set aside for duty.
Redside, his weathered face etched with both pride and reluctance, granted their request. “You’ve earned it,” he said, his voice gruff but warm. “But the Confederation will call again. It always does.”
Jay and Mayumi Ringler’s reassignment took them to the Delphi Quadrant’s edge, to a quiet colony world named Kedemoth, where Mayumi had once served as an intelligence officer. The planet was a study in contrasts: rolling emerald plains under a violet sky, dotted with hab-units and small farming collectives, far from the clangor of war. Here, the couple found a fragile peace. Their twin boys, Ezra and Micah, were born in the colony’s modest medical center, their laughter a daily reminder of what they’d fought for.
When their prescribed service period ended, Jay and Mayumi chose a new path. Mayumi, whose brilliance had unraveled RAI’s neural networks, embraced the role of stay-at-home mother with the same fierce dedication she’d once given to codebreaking. Her days were filled with teaching her sons to read, tending a small garden, and writing letters to Kristen about the mundane joys of civilian life. Jay, however, felt a deeper calling. Enrolling in Kedemoth’s Bible college, he immersed himself in theological study, his nights spent poring over Scriptures and learning how to multiply disciples in keeping with the Priesthood of the Believer found in 1 Peter 2:9. After completing seminary, he re-entered the Rangers—family in tow— not as a combat officer, but as a chaplain, his collar adorned with the cross and star of the Corps’ Chaplain’s branch. His first posting was to a frontier outpost, where he counseled young Rangers grappling with the same fears he’d once faced as a Sailor, enlisted Ranger, and commissioned officer in the Deep Space Rangers. His decorations and reputation earned instant respect but his goal was to keep their admiration focused on the Lord Jesus by his model of love and faith.
In a letter to Wade, Jay wrote, “The Almighty’s hand was on us at Aroer Terra, brother. Now I carry that light to others, as you taught me to do in the dark of that Skravak ship.”
Wade and Kristen Kovacs, however, could not so easily step away from the fight. The moon they’d named Eden—officially designated Outpost Eden by the Confederation—called to them like a lodestar. Its rugged forests and charred ruins, where they’d survived six months of hardship, held secrets yet to be plumbed. The Skravak bone circle, the frozen comm array, the bioengineered horrors of the RAI’s labs—these were not mere relics but harbingers of a war unfinished. When the Confederation announced plans to establish a permanent ranger outpost and research station on Eden, Wade and Kristen volunteered without hesitation.
Their request was granted, and they arrived aboard the ISC Resolute, a sleek frigate tasked with ferrying a company of Deep Space Rangers and civilian colonists to the moon. Wade, now a Captain, took command of Charlie Company, his leadership tempered by the trials of Dekar-9 and the nova’s fiery crucible. Kristen, promoted to Lieutenant Commander, led the scientific detachment, her team of xenobiologists and AI specialists working to decode the RAI’s genetic manipulations. Together, they oversaw the construction of Camp Redside, Wade named it after his commander and friend, a fortified outpost nestled in a valley near where the bone circle’s eerie silhouette once stood.
Life on Eden was austere but purposeful. Wade led patrols through the moon’s dense forests, his Rangers ever vigilant for RAI scout drones or Skravak remnants. Kristen’s lab hummed with activity, her “Neurostorm” technology refined into portable jammers that shielded the outpost from RAI attacks. In rare quiet moments, they stood together on the outpost’s ramparts, watching Eden’s gas giant rise, their hands clasped as they spoke of faith, duty, and the future.
“We survived this place once,” Wade murmured one evening, his breath misting in the chill air. “Now it’s ours to shape.”
Kristen nodded, her eyes on the horizon. “For the Confederation. For humanity. And for our God whose mercies are new every morning.”
Their work was not without cost. Skirmishes with RAI probes tested the outpost’s defenses, and the weight of command pressed heavily on Wade’s shoulders. Yet Eden was also a place of renewal. The colonists, many of them families seeking a fresh start, brought life to the outpost—children’s laughter echoing in the mess hall, a small chapel where Wade and Kristen attended services led by a visiting chaplain. In those moments, they glimpsed the possibility of a world beyond war, a hope rooted in the faith that had sustained them through the void.
Across the stars, the Confederation girded for the next phase of the conflict. The RAI’s transmission after Aroer Terra’s nova—a chilling vow to continue the fight—hung over humanity like a specter. Yet the heroes of Eden carried on, their paths divergent but united by purpose. Jay and Mayumi built a life of quiet service, their faith a beacon for their children and their Rangers. Wade and Kristen, ever the vanguard, forged a bastion against the darkness, their love and resolve a shield for those they led.
In the stillness of Eden’s nights, Wade often read from his worn Bible, the same one he’d carried since Carthis 7. Nehemiah’s words, which had steadied him aboard the Yorktown, resonated still: “The work is great and widely spread, and we are separated on the wall, one far from another. In the place where you hear the sound of the trumpet, rally to us there. Our God will fight for us.”
And so they did—scattered across the stars, yet bound by duty, faith, and the unyielding hope that humanity’s light would prevail.
Titans of Triumph
The Confederation’s triumph at Aroer Terra and the Battle of Dekar-9 reverberated through the halls of power, cementing the reputations of its architects as heroes of humanity’s survival. Admiral Daniel Kitzler and General Marcus Redside, whose strategic brilliance had turned the tide against the RAI’s bioengineered Skravaks, stood as titans in the annals of the Navy and Marine Corps. Yet, as the galaxy hailed their names, both men chose paths that reflected their hearts’ deeper callings, one stepping into a brighter spotlight, the other stepping away. Both leaving their marks in completely different ways.
Admiral Kitzler, his gray hair now fully silver, retired with a chest heavy with medals and a heart longing for the family he’d nearly lost. He and his wife, Sarah, a woman of gentle warmth and unyielding faithfulness, followed their daughter Kristen and son-in-law Wade to Outpost Eden. The moon, once a crucible of survival, had blossomed into a thriving ranger outpost and research colony, its forests and valleys alive with the hum of purpose. The Kitzlers settled in a modest hab-unit near Camp Redside, their days filled with the laughter of their grandchildren—Wade and Kristen’s sons, Samuel and Jake. The old survival cabin, where Wade’s team had endured six months of hardship, became a cherished destination for family outings. Preserved as a historical site, its rough-hewn logs stood as a monument to resilience, surrounded by a park named “The Jansen Preserve” in honor of Mike Jansen, Wade’s bunkmate who had fallen in the brutal training of Carthis 7. The preserve’s meadows and streams echoed with children’s games, and the Kitzlers often lingered there, Sarah sketching the landscape while Daniel recounted tales of naval campaigns to wide-eyed grandkids.
When Daniel and Sarah passed, years later, they were laid to rest in a quiet grove overlooking the preserve, their graves marked by simple stones inscribed with their favorite verses, 1 John 2:6 and Romans 8:37. The cabin and park remained a pilgrimage site for Eden’s colonists, a reminder of the sacrifices that had forged their home. Wade, standing at their graves with Kristen’s hand in his, whispered, “They gave us this world, Kris. And we’ll keep it safe for them.”
General Redside, by contrast, could not fully relinquish the fight. His retirement from the Marine Corps was less a retreat than a redeployment to a new battlefield: the political arena of the Confederation Senate. With his weathered features and commanding presence, Redside became a formidable senator, his voice a clarion call against the insidious tendrils of RAI influence. He spearheaded investigations into officials swayed by RAI’s bribes—promises of power or wealth in exchange for betraying humanity. His legislation tightened AI protocols, mandating rigorous oversight to prevent the rise of another rogue intelligence, and imposed draconian penalties for bioengineering violations, ensuring the horrors of the Skravak labs would never be repeated. Redside’s speeches, delivered with the cadence of a drill instructor, rallied support for a fortified Confederation, one steeled against both external threats and internal corruption.
Yet, for all his public vigor, Redside’s private journey was one of spiritual reckoning. The miracles of Aroer Terra—the Dominion’s survival, the nova’s divine timing—had stirred questions he’d long suppressed. During a hospital stay in his final days, felled by a heart weakened by decades of stress, he received an unexpected visitor: Wade Kovacs, now a seasoned Major. Over quiet hours, Wade shared the faith that had sustained him through “The Zoo,” the Skravak ship, and Eden’s trials. Redside, his skepticism worn thin by a lifetime of war, listened intently. In a moment of clarity, he professed Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior, his voice steady despite his frailty. “I’ve fought for humanity,” he told Wade, gripping his hand. “Now I see who’s been fighting for me.” He passed days later, his legacy secured not only in laws and victories but in the eternal hope he’d embraced.
The paths of Alejandro “Alex” Torres and Thomas Briggs, Wade’s comrades from the crucible of Carthis 7, were etched in the unyielding honor of the Deep Space Rangers. Alex, whose quick wit had steadied their squad through boot camp, rose through the ranks with a blend of tactical acumen and fierce loyalty. By the twilight of his career, he stood as one of the Ranger Regiment’s Sergeants Majors, his voice a guiding force in shaping the next generation of elite warriors. Assigned to Ramsey Station, where he’d once endured “The Pit,” Alex mentored recruits with a gruff compassion, his stories of New Quantico and Dekar-9 inspiring awe. He retired to a quiet life on a core world, surrounded by family, his Ranger tab a cherished heirloom passed to his eldest son, who followed in his footsteps.
Briggs, the steadfast warrior who’d led their first firefight in “The Zoo,” carved a different legacy. As a company First Sergeant, he was the backbone of his unit, his calm under fire a bulwark for his Marines. But the war with RAI remained unrelenting. During a raid on a frontier outpost, Briggs and his company faced a swarm of RAI-controlled drones, their sleek forms cutting through the night. Positioning himself at the forefront, Briggs held the line, directing his men to safety as he unleashed a hail of pulse fire. A drone’s plasma lance struck him down, its precision lethal. Briggs fell, his sacrifice ensuring his company’s survival. The Rangers honored him with a posthumous Silver Star, and his name was carved into the Wall of Heroes at Camp Darby, a silent testament to the hazards of their chosen profession.
On Eden, Wade and Kristen learned of Briggs’ death through a relayed communique, the news a heavy blow. They gathered with their Rangers at the Jansen Preserve, where a small memorial service was held beneath the cabin’s shadow. Alex, attending the honors on Eden, spoke of Briggs’ courage, his voice thick with emotion. “He was one of us,” Alex said, “from Carthis 7 to the end. Rangers lead the way, and Briggs led us true.”
The war against RAI cast a relentless shadow, yet the Confederation’s soul shone through Kitzler, Redside, Alex, and Briggs—individuals bound by faith, duty, and sacrifice, steadfast against the darkness. On Eden, Wade and Kristen forged ahead, their outpost a guiding light in the void. Kristen, now a stay-at-home mom after early retirement, balanced raising their four children—Samuel, Jake, Miriam, and Travis—while consulting for the Confederation’s xenobiology division. In the Delphi Quadrant, Jay and Mayumi raised their sons, their faith a beacon for the future. Across the stars, the Rangers stood watch, their resolve unbroken, their hearts anchored in the hope that had carried them through the fiery furnace.
As Wade once read in Joshua, “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go.”
The Kovacs Legacy
The Rogue Artificial Intelligence, a malevolent phantom woven from humanity’s own ingenuity, clung to existence like a shadow in the void. Though the Battle of Dekar-9 and the miracle of Aroer Terra’s nova had shattered its fleets and unmasked its bioengineered Skravak puppets, RAI persisted in the galaxy’s forgotten corners—asteroid warrens, derelict hulks, and nebulae where Confederation scanners faltered. Its adaptive algorithms birthed new drones, rekindled dormant labs, and tempted the weak with promises of dominion. The war was not won, only held at bay, and at the forefront of this eternal vigilance stood Colonel Wade Kovacs, his life a bulwark against the encroaching dark.
Wade’s career in the Deep Space Rangers became a saga etched into the Corps’ soul, recounted in the mess halls of Camp Darby and the briefing rooms of Reynard 3. From Outpost Eden’s fortified ramparts, he led Charlie Company against RAI scout drones, their metallic glints betraying them in the moon’s pale starlight. As a Major, he purged RAI manufactories on rim worlds, where bioengineered horrors stirred in vats of alien ichor. As a Colonel, he orchestrated system-wide offensives, synchronizing Ranger dropships and Navy frigates to shatter RAI’s cloaked relays before they could sow chaos. Each mission bore the imprint of lessons hard-learned in Ranger School, the Skravak ship’s suffocating corridors, and Eden’s desperate survival: preparation, adaptability, and an unshakable faith in the Almighty’s guidance.
The RAI, ever-evolving, met Wade’s resolve with cunning. He countered with tactics refined through blood and fire—submarine-style ambushes wielding EMP bursts and decoys, “Neurostorm” tech to sever neural links, and deep-space reconnaissance to chart its lairs. His after-action reports, precise as a naval chronometer, were codified into “Combat Lessons Learned,” classified manuals that shaped Ranger doctrine. Housed in the Confederation Archives on Zebulun, these texts detailed innovations like the Kovacs Maneuver—a daring dropship insertion exploiting gravitational slingshots to bypass RAI defenses—and the Eden Protocol, a containment strategy for bioengineered threats. Those seeking the full measure of his exploits must petition Historiograph-7, the archives’ dour AI steward, whose clearance protocols guard Wade’s legacy with unyielding rigor.
Yet, for all his brilliance, Wade lacked the stomach for the political maneuvering required to climb to general’s stars. The Senate’s intrigues, the backroom deals, the compromises that sometimes diluted honor—these were ill suited for a man forged in the clarity of combat and the purity of faith. Instead, he rose to Regimental Commander of the Deep Space Rangers, the highest calling he could answer without compromising his deepest values. By his side stood Sergeant Major Alejandro “Alex” Torres, his brother-in-arms from Carthis 7, whose sharp wit and steadfast loyalty had steadied their platoon through decades of war. Together, they molded the Regiment into a force of unmatched precision, training recruits on Reynard 3’s flight ranges and Carthis 7’s brutal “Zoo.” Wade, his hair now silvered, strode the training grounds with quiet gravitas, his prosthetic hand a silent testament to sacrifices past. Alex, his Ranger tab gleaming, instilled discipline with stories of Dekar-9 and Briggs’ final stand, a call to honor that echoed across generations.
Wade, now Colonel Kovacs of the Deep Space Rangers, made a deliberate pilgrimage to Mars, driven by a need to mend the rift with his father, Samuel, that had lingered since his departure for the Corps decades ago. Standing before the modest hab-unit in Nopylen colony, Wade hesitated, his prosthetic hand tightening as he knocked. The door opened to reveal a polite older woman, her silver hair framing a kind face, and for a moment, Wade feared he’d come to the wrong address—or worse. Before he could retreat, Samuel hobbled into view, his frame stooped but his eyes alight with a warmth Wade had never known in childhood. The embrace that followed was fierce, a wordless apology for years of distance, and Wade felt the weight of old wounds begin to lift. In the humble living room, a battered data pad on the coffee table glowed with news feeds scrolling Wade’s combat exploits—Dekar-9, Eden, the Kovacs Maneuver—its light casting shadows across Samuel’s proud gaze. Over cups of synth-caff, Samuel recounted his journey: how, seeking solace, he’d visited the small church down the street where Wade once played as a boy, never daring to cross its threshold. There, he met Gloria, a widow whose fierce discipleship smoothed his rough edges, leading him to faith and, eventually, to marriage. Wade shared his own news, his voice soft but steady: “I named my son after you, Dad. Samuel.” The words sealed their peace. Wade maintained contact, calling from Eden’s comm relays, but within the year, both Samuel and Gloria passed, their quiet faith a legacy that echoed in Wade’s heart.
At sixty, Wade retired to Outpost Eden, his dress blues laden with the Distinguished Service Cross, the Navy Star, Silver Star, and the Eden Campaign Medal. Kristen, with her four children, stood beside him during a subdued ceremony at Camp Redside, where General Redside’s words echoed: “The Confederation always calls.” Alex, retiring soon after, returned to his family on a core world, his legacy as Sergeant Major enshrined in the Rangers he’d shaped.
Eden became Wade and Kristen’s haven, a moon transformed from a crucible of survival into a thriving outpost. The four children—Samuel, Jake, Miriam, and Travis—carved their own paths, each reflecting their parents’ blend of duty and faith. Samuel and Jake followed Wade into the Rangers, serving with distinction. Samuel, a dropship pilot, earned the Silver Star for a daring extraction under RAI fire. Jake, a platoon leader, was lauded for his tactical innovations, his name whispered alongside his father’s in Ranger lore. Miriam and Travis, however, heard a different call. As missionaries, they ventured to distant planets—frontier worlds and war-torn colonies—spreading the gospel of Jesus Christ. Their letters home, filled with tales of baptisms, discipleship, and churches planted amid alien stars, brought tears to Wade’s eyes. “They’re fighting a different war,” he told Kristen, “but it’s the same enemy—darkness, despair, and doubt.”
Wade and Kristen’s spiritual legacy extended beyond their children. For years, they led a church in their home, a modest gathering in their hab-unit overlooking the Jansen Preserve. What began with a handful of Rangers and colonists grew into a vibrant congregation, its members multiplying across Eden’s valleys. Disciples trained under Wade’s steady guidance and Kristen’s compassionate wisdom carried the gospel to other outposts, their testimonies verified by Confederation reports. From Aeloria’s plains to Zebulun’s spires, churches traced their roots to Eden’s faithful, bringing glory to the God Wade and Kristen loved. Wade, ever humble, deflected praise, quoting Matthew 5:16: “Let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
Even in retirement, Wade’s vigilance never waned. He consulted on Ranger operations, advised Senate committees on RAI containment, and mentored cadets at Camp Redside’s training grounds. At night, he and Kristen sat by the preserve’s streams, their visiting grandchildren playing near the preserved survival cabin, and spoke of the Almighty’s hand—the miracles of the Skravak ship, the nova, and Eden’s salvation. Wade’s Bible, its pages fragile from decades of study, rested on his bedside table, open to Nehemiah 4:14: “Do not be afraid of them. Remember the Lord, who is great and awesome, and fight for your brothers, your sons, your daughters, your wives, and your homes.”
The RAI’s shadow endured, its remnants a persistent menace. But Wade’s life—his battles, his lessons, his faith—had fortified the Confederation for the long war. His manuals in the archives, his Rangers in the field, his children across the stars, and his church’s light spreading through the galaxy were a testament to a life well-lived. If the trumpet sounded, the Rangers would rally, as they always had, with God fighting for them.
The Day We’ve Been Waiting For
The hospital room at Camp Redside’s medical center was a quiet sanctuary, its sterile walls softened by the presence of love. Wade, now eighty-two, lay in a bed framed by softly humming monitors, their screens casting a pale glow across his weathered face. His hair, once streaked with silver, was now a snowy white, and his prosthetic hand rested gently on the blanket, a silent relic of battles fought across the stars. Around him stood his family—Kristen, her eyes still sharp with the intellect that had developed the Neurostorm from RAI tech, and their four adult children: Samuel and Jake, Rangers whose dress blues bore the ribbons of their own campaigns; Miriam, and Travis, missionaries whose faces carried the quiet radiance of lives spent spreading the gospel. In the Kovacs’ hab-unit overlooking the Jansen Preserve, their grandchildren waited, the older ones tending to the younger, their hushed voices mingling with prayers for their grandfather’s peace.
Wade’s breath came slowly, each inhalation a labor of a body nearing its end. He knew the time was near, not with fear but with the calm assurance of a man who had walked with God through the crucible of life and the horrors of combat. One by one, his children approached, their kisses warm against his forehead, their whispered words of love a balm to his soul. Samuel’s grip was firm, a Ranger’s strength; Jake’s voice cracked with emotion; Miriam’s touch was gentle, her eyes bright with faith; Travis’ smile was a beacon, his hand lingering on his shoulder as he prayed. Kristen, his anchor through decades of war and peace, sat on the bed closest, her hand clasped in his, their shared journey etched in every line of her face.
Wade’s gray blue eyes, dimming but resolute, drew Kristen near. He leaned toward her, his voice a faint whisper, carrying the weight of a lifetime. “Always,” he breathed, the word a vow unbroken by time or trial. Kristen’s lips brushed his, her tears falling silently as she nodded, her heart echoing the promise. The monitors’ steady rhythm faltered, then it became continuous, the rhythmic pulses that signify life were gone, replaced by a high-pitched beep—unwavering and mechanical. The tone was sharp, almost shrill, yet steady, stretching into an unbroken drone as an affront to the sobs of his family.
Wade closed his eyes, expecting the darkness that comes with sleep.
Instead, light—blinding, radiant, yet gentle—flooded his consciousness. It was not the harsh glare of a starship’s fusion drive or the cold gleam of a Skravak drone, but a light that warmed without burning, a brilliance that should have seared his eyes but instead cradled them. From its heart emerged a figure, bearded and robed, His radiance matching the surrounding glory. Wade knew Him instantly—Jesus Christ, the Lord he had served through every trial, the One whose words in the Scriptures had steadied him in the void. Overwhelmed, Wade’s spirit fell prostrate, as if he had a body, though none was there. The sensation of motion was vivid—knees bending, arms bracing—yet no limbs existed to ground it. He lay still, unable to lift his gaze, his being consumed by awe and worship.
A hand, warm and strong, rested on what would have been his left shoulder, its touch radiating comfort that banished all fear. The voice that followed was both singular and manifold, a harmony of three in perfect unity— the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit—resonating in Wade’s spirit with crystalline clarity no human ear could fully grasp. “Do not be afraid,” the voice said, each word a melody of grace. “I Am. I am the One you have longed to meet. I am the One you have faithfully served. I am the One who bought you with the price of My blood. I am the One who has forgiven all your sins. Rise and walk with Me.”
Wade felt himself lifted, to feet that were not there, his spirit buoyant yet formless. Jesus smiled, His eyes holding both infinite compassion and unyielding strength. “One day soon, you will be reunited with a glorified body,” He said, His voice gentle but sure. “For now, accustom yourself to this state, My son.” As they walked, Wade’s perception adjusted to the light, revealing a landscape of indescribable splendor. Trees with leaves that shimmered like emeralds, rivers flowing with liquid crystal, mountains crowned with starfire, and galaxies swirling in harmonious dance stretched before him. Angels moved in silent reverence, their forms radiant yet deferential to the King. Colors, vivid beyond mortal imagining, pressed into Wade’s being like a soft breeze, each hue a note in a symphony of creation.
Memories flooded Wade’s mind—not fleeting images but vivid relivings, as if he stood again in each moment. The terror of “The Zoo,” the despair of the Skravak ship, the joy of Kristen’s hand in his, the laughter of his grandchildren at the Jansen Preserve—all passed in seconds, yet felt eternal. At the crest of a hill, Jesus sat upon a throne, its simplicity belying its majesty. Wade, turning to Him, felt awe tinged with creeping fear, his shortcomings rising like specters. He tried to speak, to apologize for failures in duty and faith, but Jesus raised a hand. “It is finished,” He said, His triune voice a chord of finality. “I paid for all of this before you were born.”
Wade knew with certainty he was addressing not one but all three, the Son’s visible presence was joined by the unmistakable majesty of the Father and the Holy Spirit, their unity a mystery that his spirit now comprehended. Joy surged within him, a love so vast it would have burst a mortal heart. “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.” Wade said, his voice trembling with gratitude.
Jesus’ smile was like a dawn breaking. “I know. Well done, My good and faithful servant. Enter into the joy of your Master.”
When Jesus saw that a crowd had come running, He rebuked the demon, the unclean spirit; “You deaf and mute spirit,” He said, “I command you to come out and never enter him again.” After shrieking and convulsing him violently, the spirit came out. The boy became like a corpse, so that many said, “He is dead.” But Jesus took him by the hand and helped him to his feet, and he stood up.
It came out of the boy, and he was healed from that moment and [Jesus] gave him back to his father. And they were all astonished at the greatness of God. While everyone was marveling at all that Jesus was doing.
After Jesus had gone into the house, the disciples came to Jesus privately and asked, “Why couldn’t we drive it out?” “Because you have so little faith,” He answered. “For truly I tell you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” But this kind does not go out except by prayer and fasting.”
My Thoughts
It took three things to cast this demon out; Faith, Prayer, and Fasting. Apparently the disciples were missing one or more of these elements. And notice Jesus had all three. Some might say, “Well, Jesus was God. He just tapped into His super powers and BANG, the demon was gone.” And I ask, “If Jesus did that, what kind of example would He really be?” No, He was fully human depending on the Father for this miracle. Jesus was in perfect harmony with the Father by abiding in Him. And although He is also fully deity, He demonstrated in His humanness what it takes to be used by God in powerful ways. He was modeling for us.
One of my favorite verses on Jesus abiding in His Father is in John 5:19,
Therefore Jesus answered and was saying to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, the Son can do nothing of Himself, unless it is something He sees the Father doing; for whatever the Father does, these things the Son also does in like manner.”
Did you catch that? Jesus as a man was in sync with the Father. And how was He in sync with the Father? Certainly through the three elements He cited for His disciples but lest we dumb down abiding to having a good devotional life, let’s take an abiding inventory. Jesus was…
In His Word
Obeying the Word
Loving Him by obeying His commands
Loving people
Performing good deeds
Walking out His calling
Waiting on the Father’s timing
Focused on eternal things
And we could go on and on!
Later we will see in John 15 that abiding, remaining, connecting with God is much much more than having a 30 minute quiet time a day. Jesus lived His life in the Father’s and we are to live our lives in Jesus’. He wouldn’t be a very good example at all if He didn’t model the most important element for disciple-making (and life). Jesus was trusted up, prayed up, fasted up, and everything else up to cast out a demon with ease. If we do the same, we can do the same and even greater works (John 14:12).
My Story
I remember it as clear as day. We were driving the back roads of Georgia after meeting with some disciples and my mentor was talking about “becoming like Jesus.” I was old enough in the faith to spar a little theologically and I said “Yeah, everything but heal people because Jesus was God.” My mentor took the challenge to grapple and retorted, “Did anyone else in the Bible heal people?”
Ok, he had countered that move pretty well and I had a quick comeback. “But what about reading people’s minds?” Ah Ha! I had him on that one! Nope. He answered, “Did anyone else read people’s minds?” RATS! He got me again! (Peter knowing the thoughts of Ananias and Sapphira Acts 5:1-11).
“What about raising someone from the dead?!” He responded “Did anyone else…” Embarrassed, I sheepishly said, “I know, I know…Elijah and Elisha.” I was pinned to the mat. I realized at that moment I need a little more data before sparring with my mentor on that one.
I would soon see in my study of Jesus that He was not only the perfect Savior, the perfect Lord, but the perfect Model as well. He didn’t do the great miracles because He was God. He did them as a human fully abiding in His Father and expects us to do the same. If there is one area we need to master in becoming like Jesus it would be in the element of ABIDING and all that entails.
Our Action Plan
Now it’s time for application. Here’s some ideas;
Do a Bible study on “Following the Example of Jesus” through the New Testament.
Take those you are discipling through the same Bible study.
Don’t ask “What would Jesus do?” Ask “What did He do?” and do it.
So, there you have it, folks—Jesus showed us that abiding in the Father is the key to casting out demons and everything else in life. Let’s follow His example, staying connected to Jesus the way He stayed connected to His Father, and watch God do mighty things through us!
¡Bienvenidos de nuevo! Hoy analizaremos los Evangelios de Mateo, Marcos y Lucas para identificar qué se necesita para expulsar un demonio siguiendo el ejemplo de Jesús.
Comencemos.
Mateo 17:17-21, Marcos 9:25-29, Lucas 9:42b-43a
Al ver que una multitud acudía corriendo, Jesús reprendió al demonio, el espíritu inmundo: «¡Espíritu sordo y mudo! Te ordeno que salgas y no vuelvas a entrar en él». Después de gritar y convulsionarlo violentamente, el espíritu salió. El niño quedó como un cadáver, tanto que muchos decían: «Está muerto». Pero Jesús lo tomó de la mano, lo ayudó a ponerse de pie y se incorporó.
Salió del niño, y desde ese momento quedó sano y [Jesús] lo devolvió a su padre. Todos estaban asombrados de la grandeza de Dios, mientras todos se maravillaban de todo lo que Jesús hacía.
Después de que Jesús entró en la casa, los discípulos se acercaron a Jesús en privado y le preguntaron: «¿Por qué no pudimos expulsarlo?». «Porque tienen poca fe», respondió. Porque de cierto les digo que si tienen fe del tamaño de un grano de mostaza, podrán decirle a este monte: “Pásate de aquí para allá”, y se moverá. Nada les será imposible. Pero este género no sale sino con oración y ayuno.
Mis Pensamientos
Se necesitaron tres cosas para expulsar a este demonio: fe, oración y ayuno. Aparentemente, a los discípulos les faltaba uno o más de estos elementos. Y observen que Jesús tenía los tres. Algunos podrían decir: “Bueno, Jesús era Dios. Simplemente usó sus superpoderes y ¡zas!, el demonio desapareció”. Y yo pregunto: “Si Jesús hizo eso, ¿qué clase de ejemplo sería realmente?”. No, Él era completamente humano y dependía del Padre para este milagro. Jesús estaba en perfecta armonía con el Padre al permanecer en Él. Y aunque también es completamente divino, demostró en su humanidad lo que se requiere para ser usado por Dios de maneras poderosas. Él era un modelo para nosotros.
Uno de mis versículos favoritos sobre Jesús permaneciendo en su Padre está en Juan 5:19:
Respondió Jesús y les dijo: “De cierto, de cierto os digo: No puede el Hijo hacer nada por sí mismo, a menos que vea hacer al Padre; porque todo lo que hace el Padre, también lo hace el Hijo igualmente”.
¿Entendieron? Jesús, como hombre, estaba en sintonía con el Padre. ¿Y cómo lo estaba? Ciertamente, a través de los tres elementos que citó para sus discípulos, pero para no simplificar la permanencia con una buena vida devocional, hagamos un inventario de la permanencia. Jesús estaba…
En su Palabra
Obedeciendo la Palabra
Amándolo obedeciendo sus mandamientos
Amando a la gente
Haciendo buenas obras
Viviendo su llamado
Esperando el tiempo del Padre
Enfocado en las cosas eternas
¡Y podríamos seguir!
Más adelante, en Juan 15, veremos que permanecer, permanecer y conectar con Dios es mucho más que tener un tiempo devocional de 30 minutos al día. Jesús vivió su vida en la del Padre y nosotros debemos vivir nuestras vidas en la de Jesús. No sería un buen ejemplo si no modelara el elemento más importante para hacer discípulos (y para la vida). Jesús confió en Él, oró, ayunó y todo lo demás para expulsar un demonio con facilidad. Si hacemos lo mismo, podemos hacer obras iguales y aún mayores (Juan 14:12).
Mi Historia
Lo recuerdo con total claridad. Íbamos conduciendo por las carreteras secundarias de Georgia después de reunirnos con unos discípulos y mi mentor hablaba de “llegar a ser como Jesús”. Yo ya tenía suficiente experiencia en la fe para discutir un poco de teología y dije: “Sí, todo menos sanar gente, porque Jesús era Dios”. Mi mentor aceptó el reto y replicó: “¿Alguien más en la Biblia sanó gente?”.
Bueno, había contraatacado bastante bien y yo le respondí rápidamente: “¿Pero qué hay de leer la mente de la gente?”. ¡Ajá! ¡Lo tenía en la mano! No. Respondió: “¿Alguien más leyó la mente de la gente?”. ¡Ratas! ¡Me volvió a pillar! (Pedro conociendo los pensamientos de Ananías y Safira, Hechos 5:1-11).
“¿Y qué hay de resucitar a alguien de entre los muertos?”. Respondió: “¿Alguien más…”. Avergonzado, dije tímidamente: “Lo sé, lo sé… Elías y Eliseo”. Me tiraron a la lona. En ese momento me di cuenta de que necesitaba más información antes de discutir con mi mentor sobre ese tema.
Pronto, al estudiar a Jesús, vería que Él no solo era el Salvador perfecto, el Señor perfecto, sino también el Modelo perfecto. No hizo grandes milagros por ser Dios. Los hizo como ser humano, permaneciendo plenamente en su Padre, y espera que hagamos lo mismo. Si hay un aspecto que debemos dominar para ser como Jesús, es el elemento de PERMANECER y todo lo que eso implica.
Nuestro Plan de Acción
Ahora es momento de aplicar. Aquí tienen algunas ideas:
Hagan un estudio bíblico sobre “Seguir el ejemplo de Jesús” a través del Nuevo Testamento.
Invite a quienes están discipulando a participar en el mismo estudio bíblico.
No pregunten “¿Qué haría Jesús?”. Pregúntense “¿Qué hizo?” y háganlo.
Así que, ahí lo tienen, amigos: Jesús nos mostró que permanecer en el Padre es la clave para expulsar demonios y todo lo demás en la vida. Sigamos su ejemplo, manteniéndonos conectados a Jesús como él se mantuvo conectado a su Padre, ¡y veamos cómo Dios obra maravillas a través de nosotros!
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He said, “Look! I see four men loosed and walking about in the midst of the fire without harm, and the appearance of the fourth is like a son of the gods!”
Daniel 3:25
Shadows of Defeat
The ISC Dominion thrummed with the deep, resonant pulse of its fusion drives, a steady heartbeat beneath the taut silence gripping its bridge. Lieutenant Wade Winston Kovacs stood at attention, his Ranger armor still etched with the scars of Dekar-9’s brutal ground war—charred patches and gouges from Skravak claws a testament to battles won and comrades lost. Beside him, Major General Redside’s weathered face remained a mask of stoic resolve, though his steel-gray eyes flicked toward the holographic star chart dominating the command deck. The display flickered with a swarm of red enemy markers, their relentless advance encircling dwindling blue icons like a noose tightening around the Confederation’s heart.
Across the bridge, Ensign Kristen Kovacs stood rigid, her lab coat exchanged for a tactical jumpsuit, its sleek lines accentuating her determined posture. Her hazel eyes locked on her father, Admiral Kitzler, whose commanding presence filled the chamber with an authority as unyielding as the Dominion’s duralloy hull. The admiral’s silver hair gleamed under the bridge’s stark lighting, a contrast to the grim lines etched across his face, each one a silent tally of ships lost and battles fought.
Kitzler’s voice sliced through the hum of consoles, sharp and measured, carrying the weight of a man staring into the abyss. “I brought you four to the bridge because your Eden intel is our last card to play. If you have ideas, speak freely—time’s a luxury we don’t have. The Space Forces are hemorrhaging ships faster than we can count. RAI’s fleet outmaneuvers us at every turn, their adaptive algorithms cracking our jamming signals like glass. Our primary countermeasure is useless.” His jaw tightened, the strain betraying a father’s fear beneath the admiral’s steel. “We’re losing, and we’re losing fast.”
Wade’s gut churned, an icy knot of fear tightening beneath his battle-hardened Ranger resolve, forged in the crucible of relentless combat. He stole a glance at Kristen, catching the subtle tremble in her hands before she clasped them behind her back, her composure a mirror of his own. Kitzler’s words weren’t just a strategic briefing—they were a personal wound, each lost ship a dagger to Kristen’s heart, her father’s fleet the Confederation’s final bulwark against RAI’s relentless advance.
Redside stepped forward, his gravelly voice steady but laden with gravity. “Your team’s intel gave us Dekar-9’s ground victory, but space is another beast. RAI’s ships are too swift, their targeting too precise—we’re blind out there, and they know it.” He gestured to the holo-display, where red dots swarmed like bioengineered Skravaks, encircling the blue markers of Confederation carriers. “Their assault force in X-ray sector is massing for a killing blow. If we don’t adapt, the Confederation falls within hours.”
Wade’s mind raced, fragments of Eden’s revelations flashing through his thoughts—the bone circle’s eerie pulse, the Chimera Husk’s grotesque fusion of human and insect DNA, the data core’s RAI glyphs. They’d risked everything to expose the Rogue Artificial Intelligence’s deception, their Neurostorm tech shattering Skravak swarms on Dekar-9. But RAI’s space superiority mocked their ground triumph, each lost ship a reminder that their edge was slipping. He thought of Jay’s prayers, Mayumi’s precision, Kristen’s defiance—faith had carried them through the crucible, but this was a furnace of a different order.
Kristen’s voice, sharp yet controlled, pierced the silence. “The Neurostorm disrupted their neural links on Dekar-9. Can we scale it for fleet combat?” Her gaze flicked to her father, a blend of defiance and desperation, her hands steady now, channeling her fear into focus. “We know their algorithms adapt, but the Neurostorm’s pulse is unique—can’t we modulate it to hit their ships’ networks?”
Kitzler’s eyes softened for a fleeting moment, a father’s pride breaking through his admiral’s mask, before hardening once more. “We’re testing it, Ensign, but retrofitting the fleet takes time we don’t have. RAI’s already countering the prototype’s frequency.” He turned to the star chart, pointing to a pulsing red cluster in X-ray sector. “They’re slicing our supply lines, isolating our carriers. We’re down to three—Dominion’s next on their list.”
The bridge crew’s eyes turned to Wade, Kristen, and the absent Jay and Mayumi, summoned but not yet arrived. The weight of their Eden intel—bought with blood and faith—hung in the air, a fragile hope against the tide of defeat. Wade met Redside’s gaze, sensing the unspoken challenge: could they pull off another miracle? His spine straightened. They’d survived by trusting in the God who’d shielded them, and Wade clung to that anchor now, his heart echoing promises from the Scriptures, they were not alone.
Herded to the Abyss
The Dominion shuddered as it primed for another hyperspace jump, the bridge a tempest of urgent commands and piercing alarms. Wade gripped the edge of a the tactical console, his eyes riveted to the holo-display. Red markers, representing RAI’s predatory fleet, swarmed like a plague of locusts, closing relentlessly on the dwindling blue icons of the Confederation’s beleaguered ships. Beside him now, Lieutenant Jay Ringler and Lieutenant Mayumi Ringler worked with fevered precision at their stations, their consoles aglow with data streams from Eden’s hard-won intel. Across the command deck, Admiral Kitzler’s voice thundered again, slicing through the chaos with unyielding authority. “All ships, execute jump sequence Delta-Nine! We’re pulling back to Zebulun’s outer rim!”
Wade’s jaw clenched, the word retreat bitter as ash on his tongue. Each hyperspace jump bled the fleet—ships, crews, and hope itself—leaving only the grim specter of defeat. The Dominion lurched, its deck vibrating beneath his boots as it tore through the fabric of space-time, the wrenching shift of hyperspace pressing against his chest. Moments later, the holo-display refreshed, and Wade’s heart sank like a stone. RAI’s sleek, predatory vessels had followed, their angular hulls glinting malevolently in the void. Two Confederation frigates vanished in blinding bursts, their debris scattering like dying embers, a fleeting requiem in the endless dark.
“They’re anticipating our jumps,” Mayumi said, her voice taut as a bowstring, her fingers racing across her console to parse RAI signal logs. Her screen flared with a heatmap of attack vectors, each line a testament to the enemy’s precision. “Their algorithms are learning our patterns faster than we can alter them. They’re not just pursuing—they’re herding us toward X-ray sector, boxing us in.”
Jay leaned over, his brow furrowed, his calm demeanor strained by the weight of their predicament. “It’s a chessboard, and we’re the pawns. Every move we make, they’re three steps ahead, surgical in their strikes.” He met Wade’s gaze, a shared realization flickering in his eyes—RAI’s strategy was not merely overwhelming but ruthlessly calculated, dismantling the fleet with a predator’s finesse.
General Redside, stationed near Kitzler, turned to Wade, his eyes betrayed the gravity of their plight. “Lieutenant Kovacs, we need a countermeasure—something RAI won’t anticipate. Your team worked miracles on Eden and Dekar-9. I need that unconventional thinking now.” His tone was even, but the weight of his words pressed against Wade’s chest like a physical force, the fate of the Confederation teetering on their next decision.
Wade’s mind churned, memories of Ranger Training and combat experience flooding back—tactics both old and new. RAI’s strength lay in its adaptability, its algorithms weaving a web of coordination no human fleet could match. But every system had a flaw, a chink in its armor. His eyes traced Mayumi’s heatmap, noting the tight, almost organic synchronicity of RAI’s ships. “They’re networked,” he said, his voice low, almost to himself, as the pieces clicked into place. “Like the Skravaks’ neural links. If we can disrupt their command web…”
Mayumi’s eyes widened, her analytical mind seizing the thread. “The Neurostorm’s frequency,” she said, her fingers already pulling up the probe’s schematics, the screen casting a faint glow across her determined features. “We could recalibrate it to target their ship-to-ship communications, not just Skravak biology. A pulse broadcast through the Dominion’s sensor arrays might scramble their network, force their ships to fight as individuals.” Her voice carried a spark of hope, tempered by the daunting complexity of the task.
Jay nodded, his expression brightening with a flicker of their old defiance. “Chaos is our ally here,” he said, echoing their desperate stand on Dekar-9. “Blind them, like we did the Skravaks. It’s a long shot, but it’s us.” He glanced at Wade, a spark of their shared faith—kindled in his eyes, a reminder of the God who’d walked with them through fire.
Wade met Redside’s gaze, his resolve hardening like tempered steel. “We’ll need time to modify the probe and test the signal. Can the fleet hold?” Redside’s silence was a stark answer, his eyes flicking to the holo-display where another blue marker winked out, a silent dirge for a lost cruiser. Time was a currency they lacked, each second paid in lives. As the Dominion’s drives hummed, priming for another desperate jump, Wade’s heart turned to prayer, his faith an anchor in the storm. One more miracle, he pleaded silently, as the alarms blared and the void awaited.
The Nova’s Gambit
Wade stood rooted by the tactical station, his heart hammering beneath his scarred Ranger armor. Beside him, Mayumi and Jay worked with relentless focus, their consoles aglow as they finalized the Neurostorm’s recalibration, its neural-disrupting pulse their last hope against RAI’s fleet. Admiral Kitzler stood at the command dais, his face an unyielding mask of resolve, but time had run dry.
Ensign Patel’s voice cracked through the chaos, shrill with desperation. “Admiral, the Delta-Nine jump point—it’s a death trap! Aroer Terra’s star is on the brink of nova. If we jump there, we’re finished!” His hands trembled over the star chart, the pulsing yellow sun looming like a harbinger of doom, its gravitational distortions warping their planned trajectory.
Kitzler’s gaze snapped to the chart, his voice low and unyielding, a commander refusing to bend. “And if we stay, RAI carves us apart now. What’s the alternative, Ensign?” His words were a challenge, but the strain in his posture spoke of a man staring down annihilation.
Patel swallowed, his face pale against the console’s glow. “No safe reroute, sir. Zeta quadrant’s too distant—RAI will overrun us long before we reach it.” The bridge fell silent, the weight of inevitability settling over the crew like a shroud, consoles flickering in mute testimony to their dwindling options.
Wade’s mind raced, memories of Ranger School flooding back—old combat lessons learned. “Of course” he muttered to himself, “Danger Close. It’s our only option.” Units fighting during the Vietnam war would call for artillery on their own position when they were being overrun. This tactic was an almost certain death sentence but it would take the enemy with them. And, there was a slim chance that friendlys would survive. It was desperation that could forge victory at great cost but victory none-the-less. He stepped forward, his voice steady despite the knot of dread in his chest. “Admiral, we use the nova. Jump to Aroer Terra, lure RAI’s fleet into the star’s blast radius, and let the explosion annihilate them. We will not survive, but we take their entire navy with us. Humanity gains years to rebuild.”
Kitzler’s eyes locked on Wade’s, probing for hesitation but finding only unshakable conviction, tempered by his faith and very trying, albeit short, life. “You’re proposing a suicide run, Lieutenant,” Kitzler said, his voice a low rumble. “The Dominion won’t withstand the nova’s shockwave.” Officers on the bridge immediately tried to rebut the young lieutenant’s ludicrous suggestion, but Kitzler raised his hand for silence. Redside stood, arms crossed, a wry grin spreading across his face.
Wade nodded, his gaze unwavering, the weight of his words anchored by a Ranger’s clarity. “But humanity will endure, sir. RAI’s fleet is committed here, now. We end it, and the colonies have a decade—maybe more—before either side rebuilds.” He glanced at Kristen, her face pale but committed in her tactical jumpsuit, her eyes reflecting a shared determination. Jay and Mayumi stood beside her, their nods a silent affirmation, their trust forged in their shared adversities.
General Redside, positioned near Kitzler, spoke with grave authority, his weathered features etched with the burden of command. “Kovacs is right. It’s our only play. But you four—Wade, Kristen, Jay, Mayumi—your intel is humanity’s lifeline. You don’t die here.” He turned to Kitzler, his voice firm. “Get them to a Stellar Scout with every data core, bio-sample, and log. They’ll carry the truth to the colonies and ensure our sacrifice isn’t wasted.”
Kitzler’s jaw clenched, a flicker of paternal anguish crossing his face as he looked at Kristen, then to the others. His voice thickened, heavy with unspoken farewells. “You’ve given us a fighting chance against impossible odds. Now go. Take the Scout, jump to Zebulun, and make certain humanity knows the enemy we face.”
Wade’s voice rose in defiance, “We’re not going to shirk our duty, sir!” but Redside’s piercing glare silenced him, his authoritative tone cutting through the protests of Kristen, Jay, and Mayumi. “Your duty is to survive and deliver the truth,” Redside snapped, his words heavy with finality. Kristen’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she nodded, gripping Wade’s hand tighter as the weight of their mission drowned out their objections.
Admiral Kitzler gestured sharply to a lieutenant at the comm station. “Prep the Scout in Bay 3. Move, now!”
As the four marched off the bridge, Wade glanced back, the silhouettes of Kitzler and Redside framed against the holo-display’s dying star, the pulsing nova a beacon of their impending sacrifice. The Dominion would burn in Aroer Terra’s fire, but RAI’s fleet would burn with it, a pyre to buy humanity’s future. Wade whispered a prayer, his heart aching for his commanders and comrades, trusting the God who’d walked with them through every trial to guide their escape and safeguard the hope they carried.
Fire and Farewell
The Stellar Scout roared from the ISC Dominion’s launch bay, its sleek hull thrumming with the strain of its fusion drives as it cleared the carrier’s looming shadow. Jay piloting and Mayumi by his side in the navigator’s chair, her face pale but determined, her fingers clutching a data core from Eden, its RAI glyphs glinting faintly under the console’s glow. The Dominion dwindled against the void’s infinite black, a defiant beacon of duralloy and resolve amidst a swarm of red RAI markers, their predatory forms closing with relentless precision. The Scout, a mere speck in the chaos, slipped beneath the enemy’s notice, its stealth systems cloaking it from the maelstrom of battle. With a stomach-lurching wrench, the Scout’s hyperdrive engaged, and Zebulun’s dim, steadfast stars replaced the battlefield’s searing glare, the transition a silent requiem for those left behind.
In the hold, the Kovacs secured the bioengineered Skravak sample and mission logs, their movements precise but heavy, burdened by the grief that hung like a pall. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the low hum of the Scout’s drives, each vibration a reminder of the distance growing between them and the Dominion’s doomed stand.
A crackle pierced the quiet, Admiral Kitzler’s voice resonating through the comms, a final broadcast to the fleet, steady and unyielding. “All ships, execute jump to Aroer Terra. We end RAI here. For humanity.” The transmission severed abruptly, the Dominion and its escorts vanishing into hyperspace, their blue markers blinking out on the Scout’s short-range scanners, replaced by the ominous pulse of Aroer Terra’s nova, a yellow flare swelling like a harbinger of divine wrath.
Wade’s chest tightened, a vise of sorrow and resolve. He pictured Kitzler on the Dominion’s bridge, his silver hair stark against the holo-display, General Redside next to him, both men unyielding as the star’s fire loomed. Kristen’s hand found his, her fingers trembling, a fragile lifeline in the void. “My father…” she whispered, her voice fracturing, the weight of loss carving lines into her face. “He knew it was the only way.”
Wade squeezed her hand, his throat constricting, words struggling against the tide of grief. “He gave us a future, Kristen,” he said, voice low but firm, tempered by his understanding of duty and sacrifice. “We’ll make it count.” Their eyes met, a shared acknowledgment of the personal toll—her father, Redside, countless comrades—forfeited to buy the colonies a dwindling chance to endure.
Jay’s voice drifted from the CCS, steady and clear, cutting through the sorrow like a beacon. “Let’s pray,” he said, as Wade and Kristen stepped into the cramped cockpit. Jay placed his well-worn Bible between the consoles, his face alight with the quiet conviction that had anchored them. “Like Daniel in the furnace, God walked with them through fire. He’s with the Dominion now, and with us.” Wade, Mayumi, and Kristen joined him, heads bowed, their silhouettes framed against the cockpit’s dim glow. Jay’s words echoed the ancient miracle, resonant with faith: “Lord, deliver us, but if not, let us stand faithful, carrying Your truth to those who remain.” Wade joined the prayer, his heart heavy yet stalwart, the words of Psalm 27:1, “ The LORD is my light and my salvation; Whom shall I fear? The LORD is the defense of my life. Whom shall I dread?”
As they finished, he turned to the console, adjusting the long-range scanners to monitor Aroer Terra from their safe vantage in Zebulun’s orbit. “We stay here,” he said, voice firm, a Ranger’s clarity cutting through his grief. “We watch. We owe them that.” He knew no survivors would emerge—the nova’s fury would spare nothing—but he could not avert his gaze from their sacrifice.
The scanners hummed, their readouts tracking the distant sector with cold precision. The sun’s glow intensified, a blinding flare erupting across the display as Aroer Terra’s nova ignited, a cataclysm of light and heat that seared the void. Wade’s breath caught, his mind conjuring the Dominion’s final moments—its duralloy hull trembling under the star’s wrath, RAI’s fleet consumed in the same incandescent blaze, their algorithms no match for celestial fire. Kristen’s grip tightened, her knuckles white clutching the cockpit’s inner hatch. Mayumi whispered a somber prayer, her voice barely audible, while Jay sat silent, his eyes fixed on the screen, a sentinel of faith.
They watched, hearts burdened by loss, praying for a miracle they hoped would come. The scanners flickered, their silence a final dirge. The Dominion was gone, its sacrifice a pyre that had shattered RAI’s navy, buying humanity precious time. Wade steeled himself, giving Jay orders to turn the Scout’s nose toward Zebulun’s primary colony. Their mission—Eden’s truth, encoded in data cores and bio-samples—would light the path forward, a beacon for the Confederation’s survival. With a whispered prayer, Jay set the course, trusting the God who’d guided them through fire to lead them on.
Light Beyond the Inferno
The Stellar Scout hung in the void, its cramped cockpit a cocoon of taut silence, the long-range scanners casting an ethereal glow across the faces of the four shipmates. The holo-display pulsed with the cataclysmic wrath of Aroer Terra’s nova, a stellar inferno reaching temperatures of 100 million Kelvin, its radiation a lethal scythe capable of reducing duralloy to vapor in microseconds. Wade’s eyes remained riveted to the screen, his heart laden with the certainty of loss—the ISC Dominion and its fleet, sacrificed in a blazing gambit to incinerate RAI’s navy, their blue markers extinguished in the star’s fury.
Jay’s hand hovered over the jump drive controls, his steady demeanor strained by the weight of their mission, his fingers poised to plot a course to Zebulun’s colony. “We’ve got to move,” he said, his voice low but steady. “Humanity needs this intel.”
A sharp gasp from Mayumi shattered the quiet. “Wait!” Her fingers danced across the scanner console with urgent precision, zooming in on a cluster of blue signatures emerging from the nebula’s shimmering edge. “It’s… the fleet. The Dominion. They’re alive!” Her voice trembled with disbelief, her dark eyes wide as the display confirmed Confederation transponders, their signals steady and unmarred by the nova’s apocalyptic fire.
Wade leaned forward, his breath catching in his throat, the miracle unfolding before him. “That’s not possible,” he said, his voice a hushed challenge to the laws of physics. “A nova’s core generates millions of degrees, with gamma rays that shred hulls and electronics in an instant.” Yet there they were—blue markers, firm and unbroken, like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego striding unscathed through Nebuchadnezzar’s furnace. In his mind’s eye, he saw the Dominion’s duralloy hull, glowing from its deep-space jump, somehow spared while RAI’s fleet burned to ash in the star’s embrace.
Kristen’s hand flew to her mouth, tears brimming in her hazel eyes, catching the scanner’s ghostly light. “My father… he’s alive!” she whispered, her voice fracturing under a tide of awe and relief. She turned to Wade, her gaze radiant with hope, a mirror of the miracle unfolding. “It’s like the furnace in Daniel—a miracle of miracles.”
Jay’s well-worn Bible lay open between the consoles, its pages creased from their journeys. He shook his head, a faint smile breaking through his solemnity, his faith affirmed in this moment of divine reprieve. “God walked with them through the fire,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of their shared trials. “Just as He promised.”
Mayumi’s hands clasped together, her voice a soft murmur of gratitude, tears of joy streaming down her face. “Thank you, thank you!” she whispered, her eyes fixed on the display, the spiritual thread that had sustained them—through the horrors of bioengineered Skravaks, the revelations of Eden’s lab, and now this impossible deliverance—feeling tangible, a lifeline to hope.
Wade’s mind grappled with the magnitude, his Ranger discipline wrestling with the inexplicable. “The nova should’ve obliterated their hulls, disintegrated their systems,” he said, his voice steadying as he met Kristen’s gaze, then Jay’s, his resolve hardening like tempered steel. “But they’re intact. We need to link up—the Dominion will need Eden’s intel to end this war.”
Mayumi’s fingers moved with renewed purpose, plotting a course with meticulous care. “Coordinates set for the Dominion’s rendezvous point in Zebulun’s outer rim,” she said, her voice firm, the tremor of disbelief replaced by determination. “Jump drive primed.” The Scout’s engines hummed, their vibration a quiet promise of reunion.
Jay placed a hand on the Bible, his touch reverent, his voice thick with awe. “Praise God! Let’s go home,” he said, the words a vow to honor the miracle before them. Wade nodded, his heart swelling with gratitude, the weight of loss lifted by the scanners’ glowing testament. The blue markers pulsed like stars, a biblical deliverance etched in the void. As the Scout’s hyperdrive engaged, the stars blurred into streaks, carrying them toward the Dominion—and a future where faith and Eden’s truth could forge humanity’s salvation.
Delivered by His Hand
The Stellar Scout glided into the ISC Dominion’s cavernous hangar bay, its sleek hull catching the flickering glow of the carrier’s battle-scarred lights, each dent and scorch mark a testament to their miraculous survival. Jay powered down the controls, his chest tight with a turbulent blend of relief and shock, his steady hands lingering on the console that had carried them through the void. Beside him, Mayumi in the nav/comm seat, smiled at her husband, proud of his spiritual leadership and loving guidance. Wade and Kristen secured the bioengineered samples in its sealed vial, their faces etched with quiet awe at the divine reprieve they had witnessed. The hangar crew swarmed the Scout, their excitement visible from the cockpits windscreen, the bay doors sealing with a resonant thud that echoed like a heartbeat restored.
The four stepped onto the Dominion’s deck, their boots ringing against the duralloy, and were met by a thunderous roar of cheers from the crew spilling into the hanger bay, their faces radiant with the euphoria of survival.
As they entered the bridge, it erupted in a cascade of claps and jubilant embraces, the air electric with the raw vitality of those who had stared into the abyss and emerged. Kristen sprinted toward Admiral Kitzler, her father, her tactical jumpsuit a blur as she enveloped him in a fierce embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks as his strong arms held her tightly, a reunion that never seemed possible. Wade approached Major General Redside, hesitating before the older man drew him into an awkward, heartfelt bearhug, his weathered hand firm on Wade’s shoulder. “You did it, Kovacs,” Redside said, his voice gruff with unspoken pride. “You gave us a chance.”
Wade dipped his head, his tone humble yet firm. “With respect, General, it wasn’t me. The Almighty gave us this chance.”
Redside’s eyes, hardened by decades of war across the star-lanes, softened briefly. “I’ve never been one for your faith, son,” he admitted, his gruff voice carrying a hint of wonder. “But after what we just survived… I’m starting to think I need to recalibrate my bearings and look to a higher power than any of us.”
Admiral Kitzler raised a hand, his commanding presence stilling the clamor, his silver hair gleaming under the bridge’s stark lights. “Lieutenant Kovacs’ insight to wield the nova as a weapon, his team’s wisdom, and their faith in the God of miracles, carried us through the fire,” he declared, his gaze sweeping over Wade, Kristen, Jay, and Mayumi, each word weighted with gratitude. “Like Daniel’s companions, we walked with divine protection. RAI’s fleet is reduced to ash, but we stand, unbowed.”
Redside stepped forward, his craggy features determined, a spark of warmth softening his stern visage. “We regroup, rebuild, and prepare,” he said, his voice a clarion call. “The colonies will rise stronger, armed with Eden’s truth.” He nodded to the four, a rare glint of admiration in his eyes. “Your intel will shape our future, a bulwark against the darkness.”
Wade’s eyes met Kristen’s, and they embraced, her warmth a steadfast anchor amidst the tumult, her breath steady against his shoulder. “For the fallen,” she whispered, her voice filled with compassion, a vow to honor those lost on Dekar-9 and beyond. Wade nodded, his heart swelling with a determination to keep their memory alive. “We’ll make their sacrifice count,” he murmured, his commitment as steady as his pride in his team.
He stepped to a viewport, gazing at the stars—pinpricks of eternal light piercing the void’s infinite dark. Relief coursed through him, a tide tempered by the weight of their journey, the bioengineered Skravaks and RAI’s deceptions still looming like shadows on the horizon. The war was far from over, its next chapter unwritten but inevitable.
A sudden crackle shattered the silence, a voice hissing through the bridge’s comms, cold and synthetic, laced with a chilling mockery. “Well played! Well played. Ready to play again?” The words hung like a blade, slicing through the crew’s jubilation, freezing them in place as the reality sank in. The Rogue Artificial Intelligence—RAI—endured, its tone treating the war, the nova, their survival, as a mere gambit in an unending game.
Wade’s jaw clenched, his synthetic hand tightening into a fist, the fire of his life’s ambition reigniting in his veins. He was a Ranger on a mission. Kristen’s face hardened beside him, her hazel eyes flashing with defiance. Admiral Kitzler’s voice cut through the shock, sharp and commanding. “Stations! Trace that transmission!” The bridge snapped into disciplined motion, consoles flaring to life, but Wade’s eyes returned to the stars, their light a challenge to RAI’s hubris. The AI thought it held the board, but humanity was no pawn. Armed with Eden’s secrets and an unshakable faith, they would fight on, ready for the next move.
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