Pray for your MAGA friends and family. Many are or will soon be facing an existential crisis of identity over a decade in the making. A collective fever is finally breaking with the clearing of the fog of a once tolerated cognitive dissonance as hearts are softening and eyes are being opened to that which is no longer deniable. This season is coming to an end. The blood is crying up from the ground and the long moral arc of the universe is bending, slowly, towards justice. Judgement is here, now. 

On the other side of it are opportunities for clarity and accountability. Things like guilt, regret, and shame can become weapons to dispel the illusion and cultivate a more cruciform life. The pain they bring is good. The pain is necessary. It is a loving God’s harsh mercy that must diagnose the disease before it can prescribe its cure, must wound before it can heal. Let it lead in a humility and grace that would turn perceived opponents into neighbors bearing the divine image no less included in the high command to love, serve, forgive, and forgive again.

The escalating corruption and cruelty of this administration are the throes of a dying movement, but they’re also the labor pains of something new. Resurrection requires death. Death to the old ways: old excuses, loyalties, fruitless dogmas. It’s all passing away. Every king and idol and empire will be destroyed alongside the faith put in them. Nothing survives the consuming fire but what’s been born from above. It is a purifying light, an apocalypse that uncovers truth and burns out the dross in creation. That what remains would closer resemble the coming kingdom where every form of violence and greed is no more. Where the poor and downtrodden are exalted over the rich and powerful. Where the city gates are never shut, always calling you back home.




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