Warren Lavallee

If you grew up Catholic, you’ve seen them everywhere. 14 images on the walls of the church. Each one a stop along the road to Calvary. They’re called The Stations of the Cross — a meditation on the final hours of Jesus’ life, from His condemnation to His burial. But what would it look like if a Protestant walked that same road through Scripture? As Easter approaches, we built a series that does exactly that. No tradition. No ritual. Just the story of Christ’s suffering — step by step — through the Word. Walk The Way of the Cross with us: 133.church/stations-of-th… You may have seen the Stations before. But you’ve never walked them like this.

The veil is torn and still we draw near with reverent hearts and holy fear. You are the treasure hidden from pride. The flame that burns where the surrendered abide.

Heaven never cries "love, love, love." It never cries "mighty, mighty, mighty." Of all that is true of God, the angels save their highest word for one thing. Holy, Holy, Holy. And they have never once stopped saying it. 133.church/2026/05/28/hol…

He has been waiting in the middle of you while the edges of you were busy. A devotion for evening, for anyone who has felt the inch they cannot cross. 133.church/2026/05/27/fee…

יֵשׁוּעַ אֲדוֹן הַמָּשִׁיחַ מֶלֶךְ יִשְׂרָאֵל הַגּוֹאֵל מַיִם חַיִּים עִמָּנוּאֵל, אֵל עִמָּנוּ מַלְאָכִים שָׁרִים, קָדוֹשׁ קָדוֹשׁ מַיִם מִבְּאֵר הַחַיִּים שַׂר יְשׁוּעָתֵנוּ יְהוָה צְבָאוֹת אֵל שַׁדַּי, אֵל כֹּל יָכוֹל אֲדֹנָי, הַיּוֹשֵׁב מִמַּעַל לַסְּעָרָה הַשֶּׂה הַטָּבוּחַ, חַי לְעוֹלְמֵי עוֹלָמִים הָאַרְיֵה מִשֵּׁבֶט יְהוּדָה אָלֶף וְתָו כּוֹכַב הַשַּׁחַר הַבָּהִיר

Paul showed the elders of Ephesus his own scarred working hands and said, “These hands ministered to my own needs.” He could have demanded wealth, honor, and comfort from the Church he planted, but instead he worked so the gospel would never look like something for sale. The Kingdom still moves the same way. The shepherd feeds the flock. The strong help the weak. The most generous hands in all the universe are still the nail-marked hands of Christ. The gospel was never merchandise. Grace was never meant to be manipulated. And the Church was never meant to sound like a marketplace. “It is more blessed to give than to receive.” (Acts 20:35 AMP) Read here: 133.church/2026/05/27/mor…

Mary stood in the garden with the risen Christ a few steps away and thought He was the gardener. You can know every name of Jesus and still feel Him far. The distance was never His. He was never the One who left. 133.church/2026/05/26/god…

Not whoever has earned it. Not whoever has cleaned himself up first. Whoever. That word was placed in John 3:16 on purpose, by a God who refused to let anyone conclude they had been left out. Whoever means you. 133.church/2026/05/26/who…

You have spent the whole day being your own defense. Holding your own ground. Keeping your own watch. Carrying the quiet weight of believing it all depends on you. Psalm 46 has a word for a tired heart. The LORD of hosts is with us. The God of Jacob is our stronghold, our refuge, our high tower. The tower is not your competence. The tower is not your strength. The tower is Him. You can come down off the wall now. He is the high tower, and the high tower does not sleep, which means you can. 133.church/2026/05/25/hig…

This morning, while many remember the fallen, remember this too: Every grave points toward a hill outside Jerusalem where the greatest love was finally revealed. We live in an age that forgets quickly. But Scripture calls remembering holy work. We remember the fallen because love laid itself down. And we remember the Cross because Yeshua laid down His life not for one nation, but for the whole world. One day the memorials will no longer be needed. The swords will become plowshares. The graves will open. And the God who forgets no name will wipe every tear away. “Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.” (John 15:13, NASB) 133.church/2026/05/25/mem… #MemorialDay #GreaterLove #JesusChrist #Faith #Cross #Hope #133church

When evening comes and you finally lie down, you are not collapsing into nothing. You are being received. New evening devotional on the everlasting arms. 133.church/2026/05/24/the…

The upper room was never meant to become a hiding place. The fire fell, the doors opened, and the waiting became witness. Pentecost is not the memory of a wind that once blew. It is the announcement that the Spirit has come and has never left. “He is not far. He is not coming. He is here.” Read: 133.church/2026/05/24/pen… #Pentecost #HolySpirit #UpperRoom #Acts2 #ChurchAwake

There is a rest that does not wait for life to become easy. It comes when the striving ends. When the clenched hand opens. When the soul finally says, “Father, I place this in Your hands.” Perfect submission is not defeat. It is the doorway to peace. “Perfect submission, all is at rest.” Read: 133.church/2026/05/23/per… #EveningDevotion #RestInGod #PeaceInChrist #Psalm48 #TrustGod

Tomorrow the Church remembers the fire. But before the fire made them powerful, it made them clean. Holiness is not the price you pay for the fire. Holiness is the first thing the fire does. 133.church/2026/05/23/ton…

This Shabbat falls in the season of Shavuot, the very feast the disciples were keeping when the Spirit fell. The first Pentecost was Shavuot. The upper room was full of people gathered for the Feast of Weeks when heaven made a sound. And the first thing that happened was not fire. It was not tongues. It was not power. It was a sound. And only the listening heard it for what it was. The sound was sudden. The listening was not. Tonight, let the noise of the week settle. Two days from Pentecost, become the kind of people who would know the sound of heaven if it came. 133.church/2026/05/22/sou…

She thought He was the gardener. Mary stood weeping outside the tomb, six feet from the risen Christ, and did not know Him. She was looking for Yeshua while standing in His presence. And we do this still. We wait for God to arrive. We strategize unity, we negotiate reconciliation, we organize cooperation, all while the One who is our peace stands unrecognized in the middle of the room. The tragedy of much of the Church is not that God is far. It is that He is already here, and we have not yet stopped long enough to see Him. He never left. We stopped looking. He Is Already Here. New on the blog: 133.church/2026/05/22/he-… #HeIsAlreadyHere #PresenceOfGod #Revival

There is a prayer room on a hillside above the noise below where no schedule announces the gathering, no handout invites people in, and no one knows who else will come. And still they come. Because somewhere deep within them they recognize the voice of the One who has been waiting there all along. “The Lamp on the Hill” 133.church/2026/05/22/the…

Heaven did not ask the 120 to manufacture what was coming. Heaven asked them to be in a position to receive it. They had no platform. No strategy. No funding. No influence. They had only themselves, and even that had been emptied. Empty hands are a posture this generation has been told are failure. In the upper room, empty hands were the only hands that could hold the fire. Three days from Pentecost. Lay it down. 133.church/2026/05/21/emp…

Love does not look away from sin. And love does not look away from the sinner. The Church has too often fallen by choosing one and abandoning the other. She closes the door against one group while leaving it open for every category of unrepented heart already inside the room. Or she opens the door so wide that the altar inside is forgotten. Both answers grieve the Spirit. The harshest words Yeshua ever spoke were not for the prostitutes or the tax collectors. They were for those who guarded the gate of His Father's house with rules of their own making. He calls us to holiness, not because He is unwilling to receive us as we are, but because He is unwilling to leave us as we are. 133.church/2026/05/21/sin…