There is a special kind of pain that a man experiences when the very people he lives for no longer seem to want him near. It is not loud pain. It does not announce itself with drama. It settles quietly in the chest and tightens every time a door closes, every time a voice answers with irritation, every time a request for attention is met with a sigh. This pain is heavy because it does not come from enemies or strangers. It comes from your own children. And when that happens,

There are chapters in Scripture that comfort you, chapters that guide you, chapters that teach you, and chapters that gently walk alongside your heart when life feels fragile. But Romans 1 does something different. It confronts. It exposes. It reveals the spiritual fractures under the surface of a society that has forgotten who God is, forgotten who they are, and forgotten the foundation that once kept their hearts anchored in truth. Romans 1 does not whisper. Romans 1 does