A Reflection from Isla Mujeres

Now, back in Duluth, the cold is still here. The snow still needs shoveling, and the wind still bites. But something is different. Maybe it’s the perspective shift that comes from stepping away for a while. Maybe it’s the reminder that worship isn’t tied to a place—it’s a way of life.

The warmth of Mexico may have faded, but the truth remains: We were made to worship. And no matter where we are—on a sunlit beach, in the middle of winter, or anywhere in between—God is near.