Remember back in 2020 when I was calling Trump the antichrist? I watched as people I know—many of them Christians—descended into what I saw as moral depravity, rallying around someone whose actions and words seemed to contradict everything I understood about faith, kindness, and compassion. I still can’t fully understand the blindness I see in his “Christian” followers.
I am a Christian. I am not perfect—my faith is unique, sometimes shaky—but I try to let love guide me as much as I can. When I see depravity, corruption, divisiveness, and deception, I try to point it out with empathy or at least without adding more fuel to the fire. Sometimes I fail; though I have a long fuse, my tongue can be quite sharp when I get triggered. But my goal is never to divide—only to help illuminate.
Some of my friends ask why I keep engaging. Why not just delete people from my friends list? Why not shut off comments or ignore those who disagree with me? I understand where they’re coming from. Life might feel easier if I only surrounded myself with people who already agree with me, who share my values and perspective. But we don’t live in a vacuum. We don’t live on an island of enlightenment. We live here, in this messy, broken world. And that world is filled with people who may not yet see things the way we do.
I stay engaged because I love these people. I love their potential. I believe they’re not evil, but misled—misinformed by fear, by manipulation, by narratives designed to divide us. And I believe the only way forward is through love, understanding, and transformation. That doesn’t mean compromising on truth or justice. It doesn’t mean tolerating harm or abuse. But it does mean refusing to abandon hope for them—or for us.
We all want to live in peace. To create a world that feels like heaven on earth. But I don’t think heaven is just a place in the sky. I think it’s something we’re meant to build together. A world where every single life—every single person—is sacred and treated with dignity. Where liberty, equality, love, harmony, and joy are not just ideals, but the foundation of how we live.
The gift of life is immeasurable. It is sacred, and it’s worth fighting for. All life. Every life. And that’s why I keep speaking up. That’s why I won’t stop. Because love demands that we don’t look away, that we don’t hide from the messy, uncomfortable work of reaching across divides and calling others toward love—even when it’s hard.
So if you only read one thing I write over the next six months, let it be this: Love is not passive. Love is not complacent. Love is not safe. It’s radical. It’s transformative. And it’s the only thing that will truly save us—not just as individuals, but as a society.
I will continue to fight for love. For every single one of us to be transformed by it.
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