Nigeria, July 20 -- Before teaching on the mystery of rest, I must begin with my own story, because revelation becomes more powerful when it is backed by experience. My journey into rest did not begin in comfort; it began in crisis. It began in foreign lands. It began in tears. It began in seasons where nothing made sense.

My European Wilderness: Three Years of Closed Heavens

About 20 years ago, I lived in a European city where everything seemed to work against me. No matter how hard I tried, nothing moved. The heavens felt like brass, and every effort produced frustration instead of progress. I laboured, studied, applied, worked, and prayed, yet nothing shifted. I was pursuing an engineering career, believing that was the path to succe...