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Holy, Divine, Inerrant Beauty by Debbie Harris
28 Friday Nov 2025
Category Archives: Christ-centered poetry
Sonnet To Empower Our Savior’s Royally Redeemed by Debbie Harris
28 Friday Nov 2025
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Christian Poetry, hope, Inpirational, Inspirational, Praise, Royally Redeemed, salvation, worship
Before the dawn ignites the eastern sky,
The Lord Himself descends in holy fire;
He shatters chains where darkness dares to lie,
And clothes you now in heaven’s royal fire.
Through earthly strife where mortal battles rage,
His chariot cloud consumes all earthly fear;
In every trial, written on heaven’s page,
His holy might shall conquer what is near.
When shadows fall and earthly voices cease,
His glory throne illuminates the night;
The King of kings bestows unbroken peace,
And heaven’s power flows as endless light.
So stand as one with heaven’s victory won,
The Lord your God—His power makes you strong!
When One Sinner Repents, All Of Heaven Rejoices by Debbie Harris
27 Thursday Nov 2025
Posted in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Inspirational
A trumpet announces a lost soul’s return through Heaven’s jasper gates. The Lord proclaims the news, triggering universal rejoicing: golden streets pulse, 10,000 harps play, cherubim dance, seraphim cast crowns, and archangels lead praise. The Father runs to embrace the prodigal with robe, ring, and feast. This one sinner’s homecoming surpasses the joy over ninety-nine righteous, proving Heaven’s greatest celebration honors redemption.
Luke 15:7
“I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need no repentance.”
Luke 15:10
“Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.”
Luke 15:20
“And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.”
Luke 15:22
“But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet.”
Luke 15:23
“And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry.”
Revelation 4:2-3
“And immediately I was in the spirit: and, behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne. And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone…”
Revelation 4:6
“And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal…”
Revelation 4:8
“And the four beasts had each of them six wings about him; and they were full of eyes within: and they rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty…”
Revelation 4:10
“The four and twenty elders fall down before him that sat on the throne, and worship him that liveth for ever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne…”
Revelation 5:8
“And when he had taken the book, the four beasts and four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps…”
Revelation 21:18
“And the building of the wall of it was of jasper: and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass.”
Revelation 21:21
“And the twelve gates were twelve pearls… And the street of the city was pure gold…”
Revelation 22:1
“And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.”
Revelation 2:17
“To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden manna…”
Isaiah 6:2
“Above it stood the seraphims: each one had six wings; with twain he covered his face, and with twain he covered his feet, and with twain he did fly.”
Ezekiel 10:2
“And he spake unto the man clothed with linen… saying, Go in between the wheels… and fill thine hand with coals of fire from between the cherubims…”
Revelation 12:7
“And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon…”
Luke 1:19
“And the angel answering said unto him, I am Gabriel, that stand in the presence of God; and am sent to speak unto thee…”
Psalm 150:3
“Praise him with the sound of the trumpet: praise him with the psaltery and harp.”
Revelation 19:1
“And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God.”
Hebrews 12:22-23
“But ye are come unto mount Sion, and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to an innumerable company of angels.”
Exodus 16:31
“And the house of Israel called the name thereof Manna: and it was like coriander seed, white; and the taste of it was like wafers made with honey.”
In vaults of gold where seraphs soar,
And crystal rivers sing forevermore,
A trumpet blasts through jasper gates,
And Heaven trembles with exultant fates!
The Lord of Hosts, with eyes of flame,
Proclaims with joy that shakes His name:
“Rejoice, ye saints, and angels bright,
A soul once lost returns to light!”
The golden streets, with amethyst aglow,
Pulse with the rhythm of celestial flow.
Ten thousand harps, with strings of starlight spun,
Weave psalms of triumph, second to none.
Cherubim, with wings of sapphire flame,
Dance in spirals, chanting His name.
Seraphim, with faces veiled in awe,
Cast crowns of ruby at the mercy-thaw.
From emerald hills where fountains leap and play,
The elder saints in robes of purest day
Lift voices clear as morning’s primal dew,
Singing, “Glory! One more joins the crew!”
The great archangels, Michael’s sword ablaze,
And Gabriel, whose clarion praise
Shakes the foundations of the eternal city,
Lead choirs in a hymn of boundless mercy.
Before the throne, where jasper rivers gleam,
The Lamb’s own light outshines the noonday beam,
A table’s spread with manna, honey sweet,
For one poor soul, now clothed in love complete.
No king on earth, with pomp and sceptered might,
Has seen such splendor in the dead of night.
No crown of laurel, no triumphal car,
Can match the welcome of one wandering star.
For lo! The Father runs with arms outspread,
The robe, the ring, the fatted calf are led.
The sinner, once in shadows bound,
Is crowned with joy where grace is found.
And all the host, from utmost sphere to throne,
With peals of rapture, makes the welkin moan:
“One sinner’s turn doth angels’ hearts enflame,
More than ninety-nine that never knew shame!”
So let the bells of pearl forever ring,
Let every star its silver anthem sing!
In Heaven’s heart, the greatest feast is spread
For one soul saved, one heart from darkness led.
Thanksgiving’s Radiant Crown by Debbie Harris
27 Thursday Nov 2025
Posted in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Thanksgiving
Harvest sunblaze crowns the golden fields,
Abundant life in every heart yields.
Bread and laughter lift our endless song—
Thanksgiving’s victory forever strong!
Jesus Christ, Our Healer: Prayer For Wounded Guardsmen And America by Debbie Harris
27 Thursday Nov 2025
Posted in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Prayer
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Prayer for Wounded Guardsmen and America
A heartfelt prayer mourning fallen guardsmen, confessing national sin, and pleading for healing, justice, and revival through Jesus Christ alone.
2 Chronicles 7:14 (KJV)
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
Psalm 33:12 (ESV)
Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord, the people whom he has chosen as his heritage!
John 14:6 (NKJV)
Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”
Isaiah 53:5 (NIV)
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.
Amos 5:24 (ESV)
But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.
2 Corinthians 5:20 (NLT)
So we are Christ’s ambassadors; God is making his appeal through us. We speak for Christ when we plead, “Come back to God!”
Psalm 34:18 (ESV)
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Ephesians 4:3 (ESV)
Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.
Habakkuk 3:2 (NIV)
Lord, I have heard of your fame; I stand in awe of your deeds, Lord. Renew them in our day, in our time make them known; in wrath remember mercy.
Proverbs 29:2 (ESV)
When the righteous thrive, the people rejoice; when the wicked rule, the people groan.
In the shadow of sorrow, where bullets have torn,
Two guardsmen have fallen, their sacrifice worn.
Their blood cries for justice, their lives for our peace,
O Lord, in Your mercy, let healing increase.
A nation divided, with wounds ever deep,
Hate festers in silence, its harvest we reap.
From cities to heartland, the cries rise as one,
“Heal us, O Father, through Your only Son.”
For only in Jesus can true peace be found,
His cross bore our hatred, His grace does abound.
He calmed raging tempests, He healed broken men,
He calls us to wholeness, again and again.
In the shadow of sorrow, where bullets have torn,
Two guardsmen have fallen, their sacrifice worn.
Their blood cries for justice, their lives for our peace,
O Lord, in Your mercy, let healing increase.
A nation divided, with wounds ever deep,
Hate festers in silence, its harvest we reap.
From cities to heartland, the cries rise as one,
“Heal us, O Father, through Your only Son.”
For only in Jesus can true peace be found,
His cross bore our hatred, His grace does abound.
He calmed raging tempests, He healed broken men,
He calls us to wholeness, again and again.
O Christ, Prince of Peace, we repent of our ways,
The pride and division that mark all our days.
Forgive our transgressions, our selfishness shown,
Restore what is broken, make righteousness known.
Send forth Your Spirit like dew on the ground,
Revive weary hearts where Your truth can be found.
Let churches awaken, let neighbors unite,
Let love overcome every shadow of night.
For the guardsmen who served, for their families who mourn,
We lift up our voices, Your comfort we seek.
Wrap them in peace that the world cannot give,
In Your resurrection, let new life begin.
Heal our dear nation, O Lord, we implore,
Through Jesus Christ’s power, forevermore.
Let justice flow downward like waters that pour,
And righteousness spring up from each heart to its core.
We stand on Your promise, Your Word never fails,
“If My people humble themselves and they pray…”
We seek Your face now, turn from wicked ways,
Heal our land, Lord, for all of our days.
In Jesus’ mighty and precious name, we pray,
Amen and amen, lead us in Your way.
May We Never Underestimate the Righteous and Holy Power of Our Risen Savior by Debbie Harris
26 Wednesday Nov 2025
Summary of “May We Never Underestimate the Righteous and Holy Power of Our Risen Savior”The poem is a fervent, worshipful warning and celebration: Christians must never reduce, tame, or forget the full, awe-inspiring reality of who the risen Jesus truly is.It begins with a solemn charge—never to underestimate the holy power that conquered death itself. Christ is portrayed not merely as a gentle teacher or moral example, but as the sovereign King who silenced storms, shattered hell’s gates, and rose victorious from the tomb, bearing scars that are now emblems of eternal dominion.Stanza by stanza, the poem contrasts the limitless might and terror of His glory with the frailty of human pride, empires, and darkness. No night is too deep, no heart too hard, no kingdom too strong to withstand the light and love of the Risen One. Every knee will ultimately bow—not by persuasion, but by the undeniable authority of the Lamb who was slain and yet lives forever on the throne.The closing stanzas shift from warning to exultation, calling the soul to awaken and join the angelic anthem: “Worthy is the Lamb!” The resurrection is not a past event to be sentimentalized; it is the present, reigning, returning reality of the all-conquering Christ.In essence, the poem is a passionate plea to behold Jesus in His full biblical majesty—terrifying in holiness, tender in mercy, and absolutely unrivaled in power—so that we worship, fear, love, and live in the light of the One who lives and reigns forever.
May we never underestimate
The holy power that death could not hold,
The King who rose when the morning was late
And turned the grave to a gate of gold.
He spoke, and tempests forgot their rage,
He stood, and iron-barred darkness broke;
The chains of hell fell off like a page
Torn from the book that Satan wrote.
No night so deep but His dawn can rend,
No heart so hard but His love can move;
The proudest knee in the end shall bend
Beneath the scar that is crowned with love.
Let empires boast of their marble and might,
Let tyrants thunder and legions roar—
They crumble to dust in a breath of His light,
For Christ is risen, and reigns evermore.
May we never belittle or tame
The terror and tenderness blended as one
In Him who still bears the print of the nail
Yet sits on the throne when all thrones are gone.
Awake, my soul, and with angels cry:
“Worthy the Lamb upon Calvary slain!”
All heaven thunders the glad reply—
He lives, He reigns, and He comes again!Amen.
A Hymn of Return: On the Sacred Duty to Fill Every God-Given Talent with Beauty as Our Humble Offering by Debbie Harris
25 Tuesday Nov 2025
A Hymn of Return: On the Sacred Duty to Fill Every God-Given Talent with Beauty as Our Humble Offering
The poem presents every human talent (artistic, manual, relational, intellectual) as a small spark of God’s own infinite Beauty, lent to us not for self-glory but to be returned to Him transformed into lovelier praise.
It begins with the quiet truth that God has placed a unique “note” in each person and asks only that we make His beauty endure through our lives. Like a rose that cannot help but give back fragrance, we are to take whatever we have been given (brush, voice, hammer, lullaby, garden, poem) and fill it with reverence and excellence, and offer it back as worship.
Talents are never truly “ours”; they are loans of divine glory meant to increase through use. The poem urges us never to let any gift rust or fall silent, but to polish it until it glows with something more than human, becoming a mirror that flashes one ray of God’s light into the world.
The closing vision is eschatological: when the final day comes and all partial beauties are gathered into the Perfect Beauty, every small act of consecrated craftsmanship will expand into the eternal flame from which it came, and God will delight to recognize Himself in the humble human work offered with love.
In essence, the poem is a lyrical call to stewardship: live and work in such a way that every talent becomes a humble, beautiful gift returned to the Giver, an act of liturgical beauty that prepares us for the unending Beauty of heaven.
The Lord of Beauty lent us each a spark,
A single note to sound within His song;
He shaped the hand, the voice, the eye, the heart,
And whispered soft: “Now make My beauty long.”
Not for our praise, nor for the world’s applause,
But as the rose returns its scent to air,
We take the gift and, trembling at the cause,
Pour loveliness again into His care.
The painter’s brush, the poet’s burning line,
The gardener’s patient, green, and quiet art,
The mother’s lullaby, the carpenter’s design,
Each humble craft a beating of God’s heart.
For talent is not ours; it is a loan
Of glory, lent that glory may increase;
A mirror set beneath the sun alone
To catch one ray and fling it into peace.
Then let no gift lie rusted, mute, or dim;
Let every skill be polished till it shine
With something more than human seraphim
Can claim, till it reflects the borders of divine.
So work, O soul! and sing, and build, and sow,
With fear and love and wonder in your hands;
That when the final beauty shall bestow
Its perfect day, your fragment may expand
Into the endless Beauty whence it came,
And God behold Himself in your small flame.
O Ancient of Eternal Days: A Sevenfold Hymn of Thanksgiving Unto Ages of Ages by Debbie Harris
25 Tuesday Nov 2025
O Ancient of Eternal Days: A Sevenfold Hymn of Thanksgiving Unto Ages of Ages
A concise summary in seven breaths (one for each perfect stanza):
- Before all time, the eternal God spoke light, seas, and harvest into being; every grain and every season has ever been His gift.
- In the bleak beginnings of nations (pilgrims on barren shores, exiles in winter), God spread tables in the wilderness and taught His people the first songs of thanks.
- Through every famine, war, and darkness since, His hidden manna and watchful love have never failed a single sparrow or child of the covenant.
- Tonight, under this harvest moon, fields overflow and ten thousand tables shine; the earth itself laughs in color because all belongs to Him.
- Yet the deepest thanksgiving is not for bread and wine, but for wounded hearts made whole, for sinners called beloved, for redemption that turns every sorrow into song.
- Empires fall, thrones crumble, but the feast lengthens eastward and westward until the last stranger and the last unborn child find their place at the everlasting table.
- Finally, all praise ascends to Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—one God in boundless might—while earth and heaven join in one unending Amen, and thanksgiving itself becomes eternity’s native tongue.
Refrain after every stanza:
“Praise, praise the Giver of all good… All peoples, lift undying praise!”
A hymn that begins before creation and never ends, carrying every generation’s gratitude forward on the same unbroken melody, world without end.
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O Ancient of Eternal Days,
Before the worlds were framed,
Thy voice called forth the light and seas
And every creature named.
Thy open hand, through endless years,
Hath strewn the heavens with grain;
The seasons turn, the harvest nears—
Thy mercy falls like rain.
Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!
2
On barren shores our fathers knelt
When winter gripped the land;
Yet Thou preparedst unseen bread
By Thine almighty hand.
A table rose amid the wild,
The cup of mercy ran;
And songs of thanks, by exiles styled,
First sounded among men.
Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!
3
When enemies who lie and kill
And come to steal, destroy,
Rose like the darkness, fierce and shrill,
To rob Thy people’s joy—
Thy hidden manna fed us still,
Thy wings o’ershadowed nigh;
Through every threat of death and ill
Thy covenant kept us by.
Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!
4
The golden sheaves now bend and break,
The vintage overflows;
Earth laughs in color for Thy sake
And every field o’erflows.
Ten thousand tables gleam tonight
Beneath the harvest moon—
All gifts are Thine, all hearts unite
To sing one thankful tune.
Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!
5
Yet not for bread and cup alone
Our trembling praises ring;
For wounded hearts made wholly known,
For every hidden thing
Turned glory by redeeming grace,
For sinners called Thy own—
We bless the love upon Thy face
That claimed us for Thy throne.
Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!
6
Let empires crumble into dust,
Let thrones in silence fall;
Thy kingdom comes, forever just,
And shall outlast them all.
The child unborn shall taste this feast,
The stranger find his place;
Thy table lengthens, east to west,
Till time gives way to grace.
Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!
7
To Father, Son, and Spirit blest,
One God in boundless might,
Be glory while the worlds shall rest
And through eternal light.
Amen, amen, let earth reply,
And heaven the song prolong—
Thanksgiving nevermore shall die
But rise, world without end, as song.
Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!
A Song of the Redeemed: Everlasting Gratitude to Jesus Christ for the Finished, Unending Gift of Salvation by Debbie Harris
25 Tuesday Nov 2025
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A Song of the Redeemed: Everlasting Gratitude to Jesus Christ for the Finished, Unending Gift of Salvation
This poem is a sustained, joyful portrait of the redeemed in the third person, celebrating the ceaseless, irreversible gift of salvation purchased once-for-all by Jesus Christ.
From the first breath of morning to the last sigh of night, the blood-bought host lives in astonished thankfulness. Every ordinary moment (waking, walking, laughing, eating, sleeping) is saturated with the finished work of Calvary: the curse lifted, death defeated, wrath exhausted, sin forgiven. Nature itself testifies—the sparrow, wheat, rain, and sky all echo the victory of the Second Adam and the broken Bread.
The redeemed laugh like soldiers who heard their Captain shout “It is finished!”, feast like guests whose infinite debt is stamped “Tetelestai—Paid in full” by the Lamb’s own blood, and rest like heirs who can never be disowned. Children run, old men leap, widows sing—every demographic of the saved pulses with resurrection life because Jesus Christ lives, reigns, and keeps giving the gift that never diminishes and can never be revoked.
The poem closes with an eternal refrain: the morning stars and the ransomed host together sing one undying note of gratitude to the risen Lord Jesus—Thank You without end—for the finished, unending salvation that flows ceaselessly from His throne.
They wake before the dawn has traced its gold,
the blood-bought host, and breathe the air made sweet
by Jesus Christ who loved and gave Himself.
Their houses—once cold tombs where death held sway—
now stand with every window flung to light
that streams unearned from Calvary’s finished work.
They walk the streets their feet once dragged in chains;
each step now falls on ground the Savior cursed no more.
The sparrow sings because the Second Adam lives,
the wheat bows low because the Bread was broken first,
the rain descends because the clouds of wrath
were emptied on the Lamb who bore their sin.
See how they laugh—no guarded, timid sound,
but loud and free, like soldiers who have heard
their Captain cry, “It is finished!” from the tree.
They greet with wonder those whom Jesus sought
and bought with blood, comparing scars that match
the prints still open in His hands and side.
At table they need no one bid them thank;
the bread itself proclaims the broken Body,
the cup still glows with blood that speaks a better word.
They eat, and every bite is sealed “Forgiven,”
they drink, and every swallow sings “Alive,”
because their Jesus Christ is risen, reigning, giving.
The children race, the old men leap for joy
as calves released when winter’s chains are shattered;
the widows lift the songs they thought forever lost
because the Bridegroom lives who dried their tears.
Above them bends a sky no longer brass
but poured-out mercy from the wounds of Christ.
All day they praise—no anxious, dutiful strain
for fear the gift might slip from trembling hands—
but steady, astonished, like a host set free
who saw the ledger soaked in royal blood
and read beneath their infinite debt
one crimson word: “Tetelestai—Paid in full.”
When night returns they do not bolt the doors
against tomorrow’s possible reversal.
They sleep as heirs the Son has made His own,
as kings already crowned by Jesus’ victory,
as loved ones held in love that cannot end,
and every heartbeat is a quiet amen
to ceaseless salvation flowing from the throne.
And somewhere deep, the morning stars still sing
the song they learned the day the Lamb prevailed:
the ransomed answer, breath by breath, forever—
“Thank You, Lord Jesus. Thank You without end.”
A Sonnet of Gratitude for the Glorious Victory of Salvation Won for the Redeemed by Debbie Harris
25 Tuesday Nov 2025
Summary of the Sonnet
“A Sonnet of Gratitude for the Glorious Victory of Salvation Won for the Redeemed”
This sonnet joyfully celebrates the redeemed believers’ profound thankfulness for the gift of salvation. It portrays them as those who were once enslaved to sin and death but have been gloriously transformed by Christ’s decisive victory. Through His death and resurrection, the curse is shattered, the enemy is defeated, the grave is robbed of its power, and former captives are raised to life, crowned with light, and clothed in righteousness. Every breath of the redeemed now becomes a song of triumph, and their hearts are thrones for the risen Lamb. The poem closes with a resounding call for heaven and earth to echo endless praise, declaring that the saved are not merely rescued—they are forever conquering kings and priests in Christ. The entire sonnet pulses with gratitude for a salvation that is complete, irreversible, and overwhelmingly victorious.
Shall the redeemed compare their souls to spring
That bursts with life beneath the Victor’s sun?
Once slaves to sin, now children of the King,
They stand in robes of triumph He has won.
The curse is crushed; the grave has lost its sting,
The foe lies broken, silenced evermore;
Death heard the shout of resurrection ring
And yielded up its captives to the Door.
See how they rise, once dead, now crowned with light,
Arrayed in glory purchased by His blood;
Their every breath a hymn of boundless might,
Their hearts a throne where reigns the Lamb of God.
Let heaven and earth with endless anthems ring:
Forever saved, forever conquering!
Passionately Pursuing Christ 