Pastor Rich Bitterman

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06/01/2026

Big news this morning.

I officially signed with The Steve Laube Agency to represent my book project.

Grateful. Humbled. Excited.

The Lord opens doors we could never force open ourselves.

I am learning that love does not always know what to do.That may be one of the heaviest pains in this world: to love som...
05/29/2026

I am learning that love does not always know what to do.

That may be one of the heaviest pains in this world: to love someone with your whole heart and still stand helpless before their suffering.

You want to step inside the storm and quiet it. You want to understand every hidden place. You want to give what you do not have.

I always thought love would know where to go. Sometimes it only stands outside and weeps.

Romans 8:26 says, “We do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.”

That is where Christ meets the pain.

He entered a world where people weep and prayers sometimes come out as tears. And when my words failed, mercy kept speaking.

I do not have to understand everything to keep loving.

And by the mercy of Christ, I do not groan alone.

I know Christ. I know grace. Still, there are days when I act like God is waiting for me to make myself easier to love.S...
05/28/2026

I know Christ. I know grace. Still, there are days when I act like God is waiting for me to make myself easier to love.

So I start making promises...

I will get it together!
I will clean myself up!
I will come back when I am easier to love.

Then the old story finds me again. The boy has his apology ready, but his father is already running.

“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him” - Luke 15:20

The boy smelled like the far country, but the father ran anyway.

That is the part that keeps finding me. Christ does not wait for me to clean up enough to be held. He comes down the road in mercy and puts His arms around the sinner He already decided to love.

And all my rehearsed speeches die in His embrace.

I Have the Gift of TonguesSomeone is speaking in tongues, while someone else is mocking it. A pastor defends it, while a...
05/27/2026

I Have the Gift of Tongues

Someone is speaking in tongues, while someone else is mocking it. A pastor defends it, while a critic calls it fake. Before long, the blood-bought church of Jesus Christ is arguing over whether noise is the same thing as the Spirit.

I am a Baptist pastor tucked away in the Missouri Ozarks. I believe in the Holy Spirit, that He gives life to dead sinners, opens blind eyes, convicts the proud, strengthens the weak, comforts grieving saints and makes Christ precious to people who once yawned at His name. I have watched Him change a room through the preached Word.

So when someone says, “You just do not believe in the Spirit,” I feel the sting of it because I do believe in the Spirit. That is why I tremble when His holy name gets stapled to confusion.

Wes Huff recently stirred the internet by answering a question about speaking in tongues and bringing the conversation back to the text. His point was simple enough. In the NT, tongues were tied to real language, interpretation, order and the unique foundation-laying work of the apostles. He left room for God to do what God pleases, yet he warned against treating tongues as normal proof of fullness.

That is the lane where I want to stand. When tongues first appear in Acts 2, nobody is coached into the moment. The apostles are not told to empty their minds, loosen their mouths and start making sounds until something happens. The risen Christ keeps His promise and the Spirit comes as wind fills the house and fire rests upon them. Then men from the nations hear the mighty works of God in their own languages.

Pentecost was not holy fog rolling over Jerusalem. It was a trumpet blast where Parthians, Medes, Elamites, Romans, Cretans, Arabians, all heard words they could understand. The Spirit did not blur Christ, He announced Him. Tongues served the sermon. Peter stood up preached the crucified and risen Jesus, and three thousand sinners were pierced to the heart.

That is what the Spirit loves to do. He throws light on the Son of God and presses the Word into the conscience. He makes sinners ask, “What shall we do?” bringing men and women to repentance, faith, baptism and life.

Paul gives the same guardrails in 1 Corinthians 12 through 14. Gifts are given for the body. Tongues without interpretation leave the church hungry. Sound without understanding may thrill the speaker, yet the people remain unfed. So Paul plants the fence posts deep in the ground: “Let all things be done for building up” (1 Corinthians 14:26). “God is not a God of confusion but of peace” (1 Corinthians 14:33). “All things should be done decently and in order” (1 Corinthians 14:40).

That does not sound like chaos..it sounds like a shepherd guarding the flock from spiritual excitement that tramples order and truth.

Here is where my grief sharpens. I do not believe the modern tongues movement matches the tongues of the NT. Acts 2 gives us intelligible languages. 1 Corinthians gives us order, interpretation, and the strengthening of the gathered church. Much of what fills the internet gives us repetition, spectacle and confusion where sincere Christians look down at their shoes because someone made them feel spiritually unfinished.

The Spirit has already brought him from death to life!! My concern is not that Christians want too much of the Holy Spirit. My concern is that many have been taught to recognize Him by the very things Paul told the church to restrain.

There is a deeper danger too. When tongues become central, the Bible often gets pushed toward the wall as the sermon shrinks in stature as the testimonies swell. People begin craving a fresh word while the written Word sits open like bread cooling on the table. Experience and intensity becomes the proof.

Christ has not left His church starving. The Spirit who inspired the Word will never make us bored with the Word. He will never teach us to treat Scripture as the foyer and our experiences as the sanctuary. He loves the Bible and He opens it to hungry hearts. The church does not need more spectacle. We need Christ preached with tears and fire..sinners called to repentance, saints rooted in Scripture, mothers praying over sleeping children, young men fighting lust, old saints finishing well and pastors opening the Bible without apology.

The Spirit IS present when the room is quiet. Sometimes He does His deepest work when a sinner sits still under the Word and realizes he has offended a holy God. Often He moves when a proud man drives home in silence because the sermon found him. I absolutely love when He fills the church when ordinary voices singing of the blood of Jesus and broken hearts cling to every word.

The Bible’s deepest problem with the human tongue is not that it lacks heavenly syllables. The problem is that it praises God on Sunday and tears people apart by Monday. It lies, boasts, flatters and curses. James calls the tongue a fire. Jesus says the mouth speaks from the overflow of the heart.

Our first need is not a new sound. It is a new heart.

Jesus Christ came for sinners with ruined mouths and rebel hearts. He lived without sin speaking only truth. Having never flattered, never lied, never cursed His Father, never twisted His words to save Himself. Then He went to the cross and bore the wrath deserved by every blasphemer and every religious performer. He rose from the grave with mercy in His hands.

Turn from sin. Trust Him. Receive forgiveness, eternal life, and the Holy Spirit. That is the miracle I refuse to trade for noise. Give me the Spirit who glorifies Christ. Give me the Word opened and preached. Give me repentance in the pew, holiness in the home, and joy that survives Monday morning.

The world can keep its viral fog. I want the fire that makes Christ known.

Even the Pople doesn't like AI.He said AI needs to be disarmed.I am a Baptist preacher, so I do not take my marching ord...
05/26/2026

Even the Pople doesn't like AI.

He said AI needs to be disarmed.

I am a Baptist preacher, so I do not take my marching orders from Rome. Still, millions do listen, especially when he reaches for the language of weapons. Pope Leo XIV warned that artificial intelligence must be freed from the forces that turn it into an instrument of “domination, exclusion and death.”

I think he is right to worry. The great danger of AI is not that a machine may become a man. The danger is that man may forget he has a soul.

A man asked me once, “Pastor, do you think a machine could ever get saved?” He wasn’t afraid of a computer, but of what it seemed to know. It could answer questions he had never even thought to ask and sound patient, gentle, almost tender while doing so. And that bothered him because if a machine could sound that human, he wondered what still belonged only to the soul.

Almost human…is my answer. A machine can write a sermon. It will never tremble at the Word. It can describe the cross and never feel the weight of the nails.

Genesis 2:7 draws the line with dust and breath: “The LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life.” Adam did not wake because heaven uploaded a program. He opened his eyes beneath the hand of his Maker. God breathed into man and man became a living soul.

AI has language without life and rhythm without reverence. It can mimic sorrow, tenderness, courage, worship. A machine can wear our words, but it cannot carry our weight.

The frightening part is that Christians seem increasingly willing to be imitated. We live in an age where thinking feels optional & algorithms answer even before we form questions. Then we carry those habits into the world. The machine is not stealing our soul. We are handing it our habits one shortcut at a time.

Use AI as a tool. It helps organize notes, clean up grammar or find a reference. A hammer can build a house, since tools do have their place. The trouble begins when the tool climbs out of the toolbox and sits in the discipler’s seat or the throne of conscience.

It is that quiet courtroom where Scripture speaks, the Spirit presses truth into secret places and a man knows he cannot hide. Romans 14:12 says, “So then every one of us shall give account of himself to God.” The chatbot will not answer for you, it’s God who will call your name. AI cannot wake at 3:00 in the morning with a guilty conscience and whisper, “Lord, have mercy on me.”

It can produce religious language. It cannot bear holy fire.

This is what bothers me most. I can see how easy it would be to become impressive and hollow at the same time. More words instead of more prayer. I do not want to become a Christian who can explain truth with speed and still avoid meeting God in the quiet. The gospel must sit at the center of this conversation.

Babel had no huge data centers being built, but men still tried to climb into heaven with bricks. The human heart does not need a smarter assistant as much as it needs a Savior. This is where the blame has to come home. Computers and AI did not teach the human heart how to sin, that sickness was already breathing in us. We know how to chase technology calling it wisdom in the process. But Christ alone can forgive the man behind the screen.

The Son of God took on flesh, not circuitry. He entered our world through a womb, cried with human lungs, worked with human hands, bled from a human body and died on a Roman cross for sinners with real guilt. On the third day, He rose from a real grave.

The hope of the world is not artificial intelligence. It is a crucified and risen King. So how should an American Christian process AI? Use the tool with gratitude, but watch it like fire.

Ask if this is helping me love God with my mind or helping me avoid the labor of thinking? Is this serving my family, church and neighbor or merely feeding my appetite for ease? Is this assisting obedience or quietly discipling desire?

Even the Pope sees the warning lights. The Bible gives us something stronger than warning lights. It gives us a Lord.

So reclaim your mind. Open the Word and wrestle with it. Weep over it and obey it. Teach your children that they are more than data. Remind your church that souls cannot be automated and prayers come from the ache of a real heart.

AI does not need a soul to damage the church it only needs Christians willing to stop using theirs. A machine can speak, but only a soul can worship.

When I get anxious, I read my Bible.The house may be quiet, but inside me everything is moving. So I open the Word.Some ...
05/26/2026

When I get anxious, I read my Bible.

The house may be quiet, but inside me everything is moving. So I open the Word.

Some mornings I do not need someone else's opinion. I need the voice of God steadying me one line at a time. Psalm 119:65 says, “Thou hast dealt well with thy servant, O LORD, according unto thy word.”

That sentence settles me.

God has dealt well with me. He is dealing well with me. Even when fear crowds the room, His Word opens a window. The air changes. My heart remembers its Shepherd.

Anxiety speaks in shadows.

Scripture speaks with light.

I had big plans for today..but a stomach bug hit the house.I will admit, I was disappointed this morning hoping to take ...
05/25/2026

I had big plans for today..but a stomach bug hit the house.

I will admit, I was disappointed this morning hoping to take the family out on the boat. A slow ride across Table Rock. Instead, we have spent the day resting because our bodies made the decision for us.

The the Lord quietly reminded me that my plans are not always the same as His mercy.

Jesus said, “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28

Sometimes rest is something we choose and sometimes rest is something God hands us.

Today, I am trying to receive it.

In the quiet of rest, God reminds me I am His child.Today I am letting the unfinished things stay unfinished. The messag...
05/23/2026

In the quiet of rest, God reminds me I am His child.

Today I am letting the unfinished things stay unfinished. The messages can blink unanswered and the list can sit on the table. The world can keep spinning without my anxious hands on it.

Hebrews 13:9 says, “...For it is a good thing that the heart be established with grace...”

That is what I need today: a heart established by grace, steadied by grace, freed from the exhausting lie that grace still has a balance due.

Rest becomes comfort when I remember the cross is finished.

So today I will rest as an act of faith.

And in the quiet, I will let grace remind me whose I am.

05/22/2026
Some days I do not feel strong. I feel one hard moment away from unraveling.But, she only had a hand and that hand reach...
05/22/2026

Some days I do not feel strong. I feel one hard moment away from unraveling.

But, she only had a hand and that hand reached for Christ.

“For she said, If I may touch but his clothes, I shall be whole.” - Mark 5:28

I keep picturing her hand reaching through the crowd and I am reminded that Jesus does not despise faith even with some tremor in it.

So if you are hanging on by a thread today, let it lead to Him.

Weak faith is still faith when it reaches for Jesus.

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