If your theology only works when life is smooth, it isn’t Gospel. But if it teaches you to thank God with a throbbing finger and bless Him while bone-tired—then it’s real.

In a pre-technological world, there was no shortcut to survival. If you didn’t draw water, you didn’t drink. If you didn’t gather wood, you didn’t cook. If you didn’t sow seed or grind grain, you didn’t eat.

We’ve all seen them—people who carry an unshakable peace, even while walking through fire. They are not loud. They do not demand attention. But their lives whisper something holy. A nurse caring for a dying spouse while singing hymns.