Scattered Moments
Brief reflections on faith, adversity, and the quiet places where grace appears.
Each episode of Scattered Moments is a brief journey through the unexpected classrooms where God does His deepest work — hospital rooms and sanctuaries, seasons of grief and flashes of joy, the ordinary moments where grace shows up and changes everything.
Drawing from over forty years of writing, ministry, and life in the trenches, Matt Tullos weaves together original poetry, hymn stories, Scripture, and honest reflection to remind you that even adversity, you are not alone.
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Take heart, notice the scattered moments, and share the grace.
Scattered Moments
AXIOM (Part 2): It's Not Over
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Ever have one of those moments where you’re just… done?
No more energy.
No more second chances.
No more “maybe next time.”
Just… over.
In this episode of Scattered Moments, Matt Tullos shares a simple but stubborn truth—an axiom that interrupts the finality we often feel:
It’s not over.
From Joseph in a prison cell…
to Moses in the desert…
to a panicked people standing at the edge of the sea…
to a tomb that had already begun to smell like death…
God has a way of working in places that feel completely finished.
This isn’t denial.
It’s not pretending things are okay.
It’s a quiet confidence that even when something looks over…
God isn’t.
Because in the economy of grace—
there are no lost causes.
🎙️ Scattered Moments are quiet reflections on faith, adversity, and the quiet places where grace appears.
Welcome to Scattered Moments. I've said it many times, but it's not the axiom today. What's not the axiom? Done. I'm just done. Stick a fork in me. Because I am out of mulligans, takebacks, and second chances. It is over. That's when I feel the whisper of the spirit. Sometimes it takes just a whisper. Other times, well, it it takes a crowbar to get me out of the funk. The axiom he speaks is simple. Wait a second. It's not over. That's the axiom. That whisper reminds me of our ancestors in this spiritual family. Joseph and the Egyptian slammer, Moses in the backside of the desert, leading his nation of sheep. And the fickle flock of humans that quaked in the communal panic attack when they heard the hooves of Egyptian horses as they were backed into the sea without even a dinghy. And then there's Lazarus. Could there ever be a more terminal ending to a story? He wasn't just gone. He was, as the KJV puts it, as only KJV can. He stinketh. I have to laugh at that word. It is the funniest King's English in the canon. You won't find that on a doily in your grandmother's living room. But really, there is nothing quite like being so over that it's got a stink to it. The stench of death is the final punctuation. No coming back from that one. Except. It's hard to remember Easter Sunday when your hair's on fire on Friday. But here's what I've learned about God. He is relentless. Not done. It's never over. It may look over, it may smell over. Yeah, right. It may feel so finished that everyone around you has already started mourning, but God is still at work in the prison cell, in the desert, in the deep water, in the tomb. We are called forward, sallied forth into the great unknown, where fiery furnaces and dens of lions have no final claim on us because we carry something eternal, and the eternal doesn't end. Believing it is over for the Christian is just unwarranted pessimism. I love how G.K. Chesterton put it. Pessimism is not being tired of evil, but being tired of good. Despair does not lie in being weary of suffering, but in being weary of joy. So maybe I just downloaded on your smartphone to invite you, to challenge you, to dust off that old shovel, and let's start digging for lost dreams and causes. It's never over. Well, almost never. There will come a day when it's all over. But the shouting, that's the axiom. It's not over. There are no lost causes in the currency of the divine. Join us next time for the third axiom. Until then, take care. Notice the scattered moments. And share the grace.
