Midnight is a strange time to sing, especially in a prison. The Book of Acts tells us that Paul and Silas were arrested for preaching the Gospel. They were stripped, beaten, and thrown into the darkest part of a prison. Their feet were fastened in stocks. Their bodies were wounded, and they had no reason to believe that morning would bring anything better. Yet Scripture tells us, “About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God” (Acts 16:25). Their song wa

We have never had so much spiritual knowledge at our fingertips, and yet many of us still feel spiritually tired. With a few taps, we can listen to a sermon, join a Bible study, learn about the saints, or watch an explanation of the Badarak. We can spend hours moving from one teaching to another, always discovering something new. Our minds keep filling, but our hearts remain restless. Perhaps the problem is not that we need one more teaching. Perhaps we need to begin living w

In Armenian, two words can both be translated as “fear”: վախ—vakh and երկիւղ—yergyoogh. Yet spiritually they describe two very different movements of the human heart. Vakh is ordinary fear, the fear that makes us hide. Yergyugh is holy awe, the reverence that draws us closer to God. After Adam disobeyed God, he heard the Lord walking in the garden and hid among the trees. “I was afraid,” he confessed (Genesis 3:10). This is vakh, the ordinary fear of danger, pain, punishment,