This article is doxology. I didn’t write it for you. I wrote it for God. But my hunch is, if you read it – like really take time to read it – you’ll be blessed.
JD Hall, Insight to Incite, Apr 18, 2026
Before the foundations of the world were laid, before the first atom spun into orbit and the first star burned its name into the dark, God had a plan for which all of history would serve as witness, and all creation would testify, before creation existed at all.
The Second Person of the Triune God stepped down from glory willingly, took on flesh as an embryo implanted in the womb of a hillbilly virgin, and entered the world in a barn. Through a mortal woman’s fluid and ceremonial uncleanness, the God of spotless Glory came to be soiled with the stains of sinners, humbly trading Heaven’s riches for an empire of dirt and mud. He exchanged an audience with the celestial host of heaven to sojourn with the creatures He made from dirt.
He lived the life we should have but could not, kept every Law we were given but shattered, and earned for us the righteousness we could not merit, paid in the only currency taken by Heaven, which was the blood of a perfect God.
The Father’s will was to crush Him, not as a cosmic accident or unforeseen tragedy, but as the deliberate act of a sovereign God, pre-ordained to laden the back of His Son with the crimes of mortal men, honoring every prophecy from Moses to Malachi, satisfying every demand the Law ever made, in that torn and bloodied body hanging between two thieves. He endured the torture and taunting, the blasphemy and beating, the thorns and thirst, the mockery and the midday dark, the nails and naked death of a criminal’s death without a single word spoken in self-defense. Instead of calling a legion of armed angels to rescue Him, he cried out that the Father forgive them. Being God the Son, he thought nothing of his equality with God the Father, and so submitting to His Father’s will, Christ took the cup of divine wrath and ‘with one great gulp of love, drank the damnation dry.’
He went to the cross a substitute, standing in the place of wretches who didn’t deserve it, and taking the wrath of those who do, He carried the burden of guilt for every sin of every sinner the Father sent Him to save. He was stricken for iniquities that He never committed and bruised for transgressions righteously remitted, and every ounce of the holy fury of an Almighty God was poured out on Him in full, and by a miracle of divine accounting, His righteousness was credited to our accounts by faith
THE BLOOD THAT ANSWERED
The blood He shed at Calvary paid a debt He did not owe, for debtors who could not afford it. And with the transaction made complete, the wrath propitiated, the penalty satisfied, no bill for us was left unsquared. He paid in full for the wrath of God now made empty, wiping debts not left outstanding, so we can belong to a Kingdom that is now incoming, to receive a divine upbringing, for children of the devil now made the kin of God.
The grave held Him three days, but could not hold Him, and when He walked out of the tomb made of stone in the same body the soldiers had nailed to a cross made of wood, the Father’s signature on the sacrifice’s verdict was signed in flesh for every eye to read. And the men who watched Him ascend into the heavens forty days later would sooner bleed out on an executioner’s table than swear they had imagined it.
THE SPIRIT HE SENT
He ascended to the throne He vacated, saving the hearts He came to fill, His flesh and bone returning to glory, and promising to come again. In His place, He sent the Holy Ghost to take up residence in the chests of the men He has already redeemed, and haunt those who He’s going to, until they bend to Him, then soothing the heart’s now broken under the guilt of sin. That Sacred Spirit was sent by Christ to convict the world of sin and righteousness and judgment, dispensing gifts among God’s adopted children, and growing in blood-bought Jews and Gentiles the fruit that grows only in the men attached to the root of Abraham.
Jesus left behind a church, built on the foundation of Apostles He had personally broken and remade, taught and trained, their sins remissioned, and lives now commissioned to advance His Kingdom into every dark corner, to plant Zion’s flag on every hill, and to declare the world belongs to Him by the right of creation and conquest. He instructed them to rebuke the wicked, reprove those who erred, exhort the unlearned, and cast a net of wise judgment across the affairs of men. He’s ordered us to preach to the pagan, edify the saints, convert the savage, civilize the barbarian, to give grace to the humbled, law to the proud, rest to the weary, and direction to the lost. He’s ordained us as a chosen nation to replace the one that rejected Him, to be a royal priesthood for the one that He has retired, and bring more sons to glory than stars in the sky and grains of sand on the shoreline, and to do so by baptizing and discipling the nations until the King of Glory returns to collect what is His and to destroy that which isn’t.
THE DAY HE COMES BACK
He is coming back in the same body He left in, and with nail-pierced hands gripping the reins of a white steed from a celestial corral and armor shining like the noonday sun, He will fly from the heavens with an army of saints and angels to destroy those who rejected His blood, to make theirs run as deep as the horse’s bridle. The Prince of Peace will make it Himself, at the tip of His own sword, and with blazing eyes of fire and words of thunder repose, shatter the knees of His enemies and sit on David’s throne. And when enters the atmosphere like a lightning bolt, and rents the sky like a paper bag for the third and final time, every throne on earth will splinter beneath the weight of His arrival, every unbent knee will break, every tongue silent will speak, and every defiant soul will know that the Messiah they ridiculed by calling Him the King of the Jews is now the King of them. They will know without hesitiation that every moment of human rebellion was the sin of stolen glory on borrowed time upon a rented planet in a universe given as the inheritance of God the Son.
He will raise the dead, cull the living, and judge them both. He will cast Hades into Hell, bring Heaven to Earth, and establish a throne in Zion from everlasting to everlasting. He will wipe every tear, heal every wound, cure every disease, smite every enemy, settle every score, cleanse every spot, and make the worst of the suffering His people ever endured for His namesake look like a cheap cover charge. Every thread of history from the Garden of Eden to the final trumpet blast will be crafted into a tapestry by God’s own glorious design, and the old world will be thrown away like a used garment.
I raise chickens.
https://insighttoincite.substack.com/p/i-raise-chickens-an-ode-to-gods-glory