No man has had a more outsized impact on my faith than John MacArthur.
I first discovered him during my second year of sixth form. I was eighteen, still figuring out who I was, and desperately hungry for truth. Not just truth in the general sense, but truth that was rooted in Scripture. I was tired of surface-level answers and emotional appeals that offered...
A few Sundays ago, I found myself in a small church in East London. I was the guest speaker. What stood wasn't the church set up, or even the music, it was the crowd. Mostly young people. Some students, some professionals, some in tracksuits, others in trousers and shirts. The kind of quiet diversity that doesn’t feel engineered. The kind that just… is. I’ve...
