Why are we so exhausted—and why does rest feel almost irresponsible?

If there is no Sabbath in the Empire, what would it look like to stop striving long enough to trust that you are not the one holding everything together?

Why do we work so hard for something we can’t keep—and why does it still leave us restless? What if the problem isn’t work itself, but what we’re asking it to give us?

Where have we settled for partial freedom—negotiating with what still holds us captive—when God is inviting us to walk in the fullness of His freedom?