DUMB PHONE GOSPEL
For anyone who reads John 3:16 and walks away feeling worse.
Reading Scripture used to feel like an obligation. Not an encounter.
I’d read John 3:16 and walk away with more anxiety than I arrived with. “Whoever believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.” In English, “believe” is a mental agreement. So I either intellectually arrive at the correct conclusion — or I don’t. And if I can’t quite get there, I’m apparently going to hell.
That’s not Good News.
But the word in Greek isn’t “believe.” It’s pisteuo. And pisteuo means to trust. To entrust. To put your full weight on something. The opposite of pisteuo, used just a few verses later in the same passage, isn't "not believing." It's apeitheo — disobedience.
Non-surrender.
To truly believe is to let go.
One word. Completely different God.
The first version has me trying to mentally maneuver my way out of hell. The second is an invitation to stop white-knuckling my life and fall into the only thing that will actually hold me.
And then there’s the word “saved.” The Greek word is sozo. It means to rescue. To heal. To restore to wholeness. The same word Jesus uses when he heals someone physically. Sozo is God saying I don’t just want to get you into heaven. I want to make you whole. Right now. In this body. In this mess.
That’s a different offer entirely.
And it matters because trusting that God actually loves you is hard — especially if most of the love you’ve experienced has come with strings attached. Most people have been told someone has their best interest at heart, only to find out it was just manipulation wearing a smile.
Agape love — the love God has for you — is the rare kind. Others-first. Costly. The kind that gives rather than takes.
Which brings us to the cross. My God is not a far-off deity demanding a sacrifice. My God is a close and personal friend who is the sacrifice. He put on skin. Suffered emotionally, spiritually, physically. It actually cost Him something. That’s not a transaction. That’s the most extravagant act of love in human history — and the English language barely scratches the surface of it.
English is like a dumb phone.
It makes calls, sends texts, gets the job done. But it has no depth, no texture, no ability to carry the weight of what these words were actually trying to say.
If you’re showing up to seek God— reading, seeking, genuinely wanting more — but it still feels flat or worse, terrifying — you might not be the problem. The language might be failing you, not God.
The point is the thing being described. Encounter. Relationship. The disorienting reality of a God who refuses to stay theoretical.
Language points to that.
It is not that.
If you're looking for a fresh encounter with God through Scripture, here's what helps me:
I slow the reading down. When a word snags me — feels important, feels off, feels like it's carrying more weight than it's letting on — I don't just reach for another translation. I look up the original language. Find the word picture behind it. More often than not, it helps.
The words got thinner.
The Love behind them didn’t.
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