As I Sit in the Chapel

As I sit in the chapel and welcome whoever God sends my way, I’m reminded of Peter’s moment on the mountain. He was swept up in the wonder of it all and wanted to honor Jesus, Moses, and Elijah side by side. But God cut through the moment with a different message: Jesus alone is the One we’re to listen to. Not the law. Not the prophets. Just Him.

That speaks directly to what I’m doing here. People walk into this chapel with all kinds of stories—church hurt, religious confusion, spiritual hunger. Some are still holding on to old systems, old voices, old shadows. But when they sit with me in this space, I want them to encounter Jesus alone. Not religion. Not rules. Not even my own opinions. Just the living Christ.

This chapel isn’t a place for building three tents. It’s a place for letting go of everything that distracts from Jesus. I want people to leave knowing He isn’t one voice among many. He isn’t part of the story. He is the story. He’s the fulfillment, the center, the life. He’s the One who speaks directly into their hearts, just as He speaks into mine.

So when someone comes through these doors, I’m not offering them Moses or Elijah. I’m offering them Jesus. And if they walk away with Him alone, then this chapel has done what it was meant to do.