Jason G. Edwards
@jasongedwards.bsky.social
Jason G. Edwards is a pastor + writer in Liberty, MO. Forthcoming book on the atonement with InterVarsity Press. Writing at jasongedwards.substack.com
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“Mostly, what I have learned so far about aging, despite the creakiness of one’s bones and the cragginess of one’s once-silken skin, is this: do it. By all means, do it.”
— Maya Angelou
— Maya Angelou
November 15, 2025 at 7:09 PM
“Mostly, what I have learned so far about aging, despite the creakiness of one’s bones and the cragginess of one’s once-silken skin, is this: do it. By all means, do it.”
— Maya Angelou
— Maya Angelou
Reposted by Jason G. Edwards
“I’m Afraid of What I Will Discover Inside”: Marcus Mumford’s Reckoning and the Return of a Band That Never Left Us
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November 12, 2025 at 6:48 PM
“I’m Afraid of What I Will Discover Inside”: Marcus Mumford’s Reckoning and the Return of a Band That Never Left Us
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#mumfordandsons @mumfordandsons.bsky.social #music #faith #culture #grace #hope #healing
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Reposted by Jason G. Edwards
The gospel that begins in love will never need fear to sustain it.
November 15, 2025 at 6:46 PM
The gospel that begins in love will never need fear to sustain it.
If your vision is mocked—
called absurd, idealistic, impossible…
may you rejoice in the company of prophets
who were misunderstood
and saints who were dismissed.
For in such absurdity
the kingdom of God draws near.
May that nearness
give you courage.
called absurd, idealistic, impossible…
may you rejoice in the company of prophets
who were misunderstood
and saints who were dismissed.
For in such absurdity
the kingdom of God draws near.
May that nearness
give you courage.
November 15, 2025 at 3:33 AM
If your vision is mocked—
called absurd, idealistic, impossible…
may you rejoice in the company of prophets
who were misunderstood
and saints who were dismissed.
For in such absurdity
the kingdom of God draws near.
May that nearness
give you courage.
called absurd, idealistic, impossible…
may you rejoice in the company of prophets
who were misunderstood
and saints who were dismissed.
For in such absurdity
the kingdom of God draws near.
May that nearness
give you courage.
May your imagination stretch wide enough
to envision a world where the last are first,
where dignity rises from the margins,
where our tables are longer than our fences,
and where renewal is both rest
and resistance.
to envision a world where the last are first,
where dignity rises from the margins,
where our tables are longer than our fences,
and where renewal is both rest
and resistance.
November 15, 2025 at 3:32 AM
May your imagination stretch wide enough
to envision a world where the last are first,
where dignity rises from the margins,
where our tables are longer than our fences,
and where renewal is both rest
and resistance.
to envision a world where the last are first,
where dignity rises from the margins,
where our tables are longer than our fences,
and where renewal is both rest
and resistance.
When justice seems too slow,
may you remember the yeast
and the mustard seed.
When peace feels naïve,
may you recall the cross of Christ—
not as defeat,
but as defiant mercy.
may you remember the yeast
and the mustard seed.
When peace feels naïve,
may you recall the cross of Christ—
not as defeat,
but as defiant mercy.
November 15, 2025 at 3:30 AM
When justice seems too slow,
may you remember the yeast
and the mustard seed.
When peace feels naïve,
may you recall the cross of Christ—
not as defeat,
but as defiant mercy.
may you remember the yeast
and the mustard seed.
When peace feels naïve,
may you recall the cross of Christ—
not as defeat,
but as defiant mercy.
May you be blessed with the holy foolishness
to believe that love belongs in both private hearts
and public life.
May the tenderness of Christ disturb your certainty,
and the upside-down ways of the Gospel
turn your assumptions into prayers.
(1/2)
to believe that love belongs in both private hearts
and public life.
May the tenderness of Christ disturb your certainty,
and the upside-down ways of the Gospel
turn your assumptions into prayers.
(1/2)
November 15, 2025 at 3:29 AM
May you be blessed with the holy foolishness
to believe that love belongs in both private hearts
and public life.
May the tenderness of Christ disturb your certainty,
and the upside-down ways of the Gospel
turn your assumptions into prayers.
(1/2)
to believe that love belongs in both private hearts
and public life.
May the tenderness of Christ disturb your certainty,
and the upside-down ways of the Gospel
turn your assumptions into prayers.
(1/2)
The Christian life is not a private expedition through a barren landscape. It is a shared crossing through the waters of creation and redemption. From the first pages of Scripture, God breathes companionship into the human story, shaping us for relationship before covenant or church ever existed.
November 15, 2025 at 3:23 AM
The Christian life is not a private expedition through a barren landscape. It is a shared crossing through the waters of creation and redemption. From the first pages of Scripture, God breathes companionship into the human story, shaping us for relationship before covenant or church ever existed.
The sacred hides in plain sight,
not to elude us,
but to keep us looking—
so that seeing becomes
a form of reverence.
not to elude us,
but to keep us looking—
so that seeing becomes
a form of reverence.
November 14, 2025 at 6:51 PM
The sacred hides in plain sight,
not to elude us,
but to keep us looking—
so that seeing becomes
a form of reverence.
not to elude us,
but to keep us looking—
so that seeing becomes
a form of reverence.
We keep thinking knowing will settle us,
but every answer opens its own door,
and behind it,
another room of astonishment.
but every answer opens its own door,
and behind it,
another room of astonishment.
November 14, 2025 at 6:50 PM
We keep thinking knowing will settle us,
but every answer opens its own door,
and behind it,
another room of astonishment.
but every answer opens its own door,
and behind it,
another room of astonishment.
Even the heartbeat,
measured and charted,
remains a riddle wrapped in rhythm—
the quiet percussion of being alive.
measured and charted,
remains a riddle wrapped in rhythm—
the quiet percussion of being alive.
November 14, 2025 at 6:49 PM
Even the heartbeat,
measured and charted,
remains a riddle wrapped in rhythm—
the quiet percussion of being alive.
measured and charted,
remains a riddle wrapped in rhythm—
the quiet percussion of being alive.
Lift the stone,
and the ants scurry like ideas
trying to escape definition.
and the ants scurry like ideas
trying to escape definition.
November 14, 2025 at 6:48 PM
Lift the stone,
and the ants scurry like ideas
trying to escape definition.
and the ants scurry like ideas
trying to escape definition.
Peer into a droplet on a leaf—
you’ll find a thousand reflections
of a sky that never meant to be captured.
Beneath the microscope,
the cell is not less wondrous
for being seen; it is more—
a cathedral of motion and light.
#poetry
you’ll find a thousand reflections
of a sky that never meant to be captured.
Beneath the microscope,
the cell is not less wondrous
for being seen; it is more—
a cathedral of motion and light.
#poetry
November 14, 2025 at 6:47 PM
Peer into a droplet on a leaf—
you’ll find a thousand reflections
of a sky that never meant to be captured.
Beneath the microscope,
the cell is not less wondrous
for being seen; it is more—
a cathedral of motion and light.
#poetry
you’ll find a thousand reflections
of a sky that never meant to be captured.
Beneath the microscope,
the cell is not less wondrous
for being seen; it is more—
a cathedral of motion and light.
#poetry
Mystery doesn’t vanish when we look closer. It multiplies, flowering inside the ordinary.
November 14, 2025 at 6:44 PM
Mystery doesn’t vanish when we look closer. It multiplies, flowering inside the ordinary.
A life can pivot on a single evening when we finally tell the truth. What felt impossible for years becomes clear in a sentence or two. Clarity arrives gently. And once it arrives, the path forward begins to appear.
November 14, 2025 at 2:16 AM
A life can pivot on a single evening when we finally tell the truth. What felt impossible for years becomes clear in a sentence or two. Clarity arrives gently. And once it arrives, the path forward begins to appear.
There is a tenderness that grows in us when we stop pretending everything is fine. Strength begins in those moments of real honesty, when we let someone see what we’ve guarded for too long. The soul recognizes this as truth. And something inside exhales.
November 14, 2025 at 1:17 AM
There is a tenderness that grows in us when we stop pretending everything is fine. Strength begins in those moments of real honesty, when we let someone see what we’ve guarded for too long. The soul recognizes this as truth. And something inside exhales.
We spend years learning how to protect ourselves, and just as many learning how to open again. The opening is slow, sometimes awkward, but deeply human. Each small risk makes room for something new to grow. This is the patient work of becoming.
November 14, 2025 at 1:16 AM
We spend years learning how to protect ourselves, and just as many learning how to open again. The opening is slow, sometimes awkward, but deeply human. Each small risk makes room for something new to grow. This is the patient work of becoming.
There are thresholds in life that appear without warning. We cross them quietly, often without realizing the significance until later. Something subtle has shifted… a posture, a belief, a willingness to be known. And the story moves in a new direction.
November 14, 2025 at 1:14 AM
There are thresholds in life that appear without warning. We cross them quietly, often without realizing the significance until later. Something subtle has shifted… a posture, a belief, a willingness to be known. And the story moves in a new direction.
Reposted by Jason G. Edwards
“I can still taste you and I hate it, That wasn’t a choice in the mind of a child and you knew it.” For the first time publicly, Mumford named what had haunted him for decades: childhood sexual abuse and the silence that followed. open.substack.com/pub/jasonged... #mumford
“I’m Afraid of What I Will Discover Inside”
Marcus Mumford’s Reckoning and the Return of a Band That Never Left Us
open.substack.com
November 12, 2025 at 8:39 PM
Some wounds don’t ask to be healed right away; they ask to be acknowledged. When we offer them that respect, even without solutions, something within us steadies. Honesty becomes a kind of internal shelter. The rest can come later.
November 13, 2025 at 4:32 AM
Some wounds don’t ask to be healed right away; they ask to be acknowledged. When we offer them that respect, even without solutions, something within us steadies. Honesty becomes a kind of internal shelter. The rest can come later.
We measure growth in big milestones, but the heart changes in smaller ways. A softened reaction. A kinder word. A moment of self-compassion where blame once lived. These are the quiet steps that lead us into a new way of being.
November 13, 2025 at 4:31 AM
We measure growth in big milestones, but the heart changes in smaller ways. A softened reaction. A kinder word. A moment of self-compassion where blame once lived. These are the quiet steps that lead us into a new way of being.
There are moments when the past rises up without warning. It can feel intrusive, even unkind, yet it often arrives carrying a piece of wisdom we’ve needed. Healing begins when we stop running from these visitors. They are here with purpose.
November 13, 2025 at 4:28 AM
There are moments when the past rises up without warning. It can feel intrusive, even unkind, yet it often arrives carrying a piece of wisdom we’ve needed. Healing begins when we stop running from these visitors. They are here with purpose.