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Everything Belongs to God: Stewarding Life as a Sacred Trust

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by Bart Denny Picture this: a friend hands you the keys to their vehicle and says, “I’m trusting you with this.” Not just any vehicle. Their vehicle. Maybe it’s newer than yours. Maybe it’s nicer than yours. Maybe it’s the one they wash by hand, park in the shade, and somehow notice if one speck of dust lands on the hood. Maybe it’s a Bentley. You drive differently, don’t you? You don’t pull out of the driveway like you’re late for a NASCAR qualifying lap. You check your mirrors like you’re taking your driver’s test all over again. You park at the far end of the lot where there are no shopping carts, no minivans full of energetic children, and ideally, no other human beings. And if you’re brave enough to have coffee in the car, you hold that cup like it contains nuclear waste. Why? Because it isn’t yours. You have real responsibility for it. You can drive it. You can choose the route. You can turn the wheel. But having the keys doesn’t make you the owner. That’s ste...

But some doubted...

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by Bart Denny “The eleven disciples traveled to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had directed them. When they saw him, they worshiped, but some doubted.” —Matthew 28:16–17 (CSB) I try to be faithful to Scripture when I write or preach. I want to draw out lessons and apply them to daily life without saying more than the text itself says. My goal is to dig deep into God’s Word and share what I find—without putting words in God’s mouth. But I can’t help wondering—have you ever heard someone really focus on that last phrase in Matthew 28:17? “But some doubted.” In the very presence of the risen Christ—after seeing Him crucified, buried, and now alive—the disciples worshiped. And yet… some doubted. That moment has always fascinated me. We often say, “seeing is believing.” But here were disciples looking at Jesus with their own eyes, and still, something inside them wavered. Was it too good to be true? Could it really be Him? After everything they’d seen—the horror of the cross, the...