Worship, Wisdom, and the Word: My Week Among Believers

There are moments in life when you don’t realize how weary you’ve become until you’re surrounded by believers, worshiping, fellowshipping, and engaging in meaningful, spirit-filled conversations. My recent visit to a Christian homeschooling conference was exactly that—a much-needed time of spiritual renewal that left me feeling refueled, re-energized, and re-invigorated in both my calling as a husband, parent, and my walk with Christ.

What made this event so special wasn’t just the workshops or vendors. It was the people. For hours on end, I found myself immersed in conversations with fellow believers from a wide range of theological backgrounds—Southern Baptists, Independent Fundamental Baptists, Reformed, Pentecostals, and others. And while it became clear in some of these conversations that eschatology wasn’t a strong suit for everyone, that didn’t hinder the fellowship. The primary focus of the conference was education and family, so I leaned into those discussions, listening and engaging as others shared what the Lord was doing in their homes and hearts.

When end-times topics did come up, I noticed many didn’t openly share their eschatological stance, and few identified with a pre-tribulation rapture perspective. But as I’ve mentioned in previous articles, I’m not here to debate or prove that my view is correct on secondary issues. That mindset helped pave the way for hours of peaceful, edifying conversation without a hint of contention. What a blessing it was to talk theology without the tension we often find online! I walked away with several new friendships and deep encouragement from fellow laborers in Christ.

One of the most powerful moments came early one morning while I was setting up in the vendor hall. The sound of “Be Thou My Vision” filled the building as thousands of believers joined in worship. I sang along quietly as I worked, but I kept hearing a soft murmur behind me. Turning around, I saw a gentleman walking the large room, hands raised, praying aloud over the conference. As he made his way through the vendor area, weaving in and out of booths, it was clear the Spirit was moving. I was overwhelmed with joy—and I’ll be honest, a few tears fell as I stood in awe of the unity and sincerity of worship in that moment.

This week reminded me how important it is to disconnect from the constant noise of doctrinal debates and reconnect with the Body of Christ in real, tangible ways. We may not have agreed on every point of theology, but we were united in our mission: to take the Gospel to a lost and dying world. That clarity of purpose brings a refreshing simplicity to our faith—one that energizes us to keep running the race.

More than just a conference, this gathering was a powerful example of iron sharpening iron. I left feeling strengthened, encouraged, and more determined than ever to disciple my family well and be a light in these dark days.