Wake Up, Christian: Why I Write About Tough Topics

One of the questions I get asked quite often is this:

“Why do you write about such tough topics?”

Sometimes the question is phrased a little differently:

“Why don’t you just stick to the nice,

encouraging, less controversial subjects?”

My answer is usually very simple:

Because that is what God has placed on my heart at that moment.

I don’t sit down and ask myself, “How can I make people uncomfortable today?” I sit down and ask, “Lord, what do You want me to say?”

Sometimes He leads me to write about hope, healing, miracles, and encouragement. Other times He leads me to write about difficult issues that many people would rather avoid.

The truth is, I believe too many Christians have become comfortable.

Far too many believers want to walk through life with blinders on, roast marshmallows, eat s’mores, and pretend everything in the world is just fine.

But it isn’t.

Look around.

People are hurting.

Families are broken.

Addictions are destroying lives.

Human trafficking continues to victimize millions.

Abuse is often ignored.

Depression and anxiety are everywhere.

Suicide rates remain alarming.

Loneliness is growing.

The world is facing some very real and very difficult challenges.

As followers of Christ, we cannot afford to pretend these issues don’t exist.

Jesus never ignored pain.

Jesus never looked away from suffering.

Jesus never avoided difficult conversations.

He stepped directly into the brokenness of humanity and brought truth, hope, healing, and redemption.

As Christians, we are called to be a bright light in a dark world. Sometimes that means encouraging people. Sometimes it means comforting people. Sometimes it means speaking difficult truths and confronting evil when we see it.

The world doesn’t need a thirty-minute sitcom version of Christianity.

The world doesn’t need believers who pretend life is perfect.

The world doesn’t need another polished sermon that makes us feel good on Sunday but leaves us spiritually empty by Monday morning.

What the world desperately needs is genuine Christianity.

People want authenticity.

They want to see believers who are honest about their struggles.

They want to see Christians who admit they don’t have it all together.

They want to see followers of Jesus who are willing to show their scars, their failures, their lessons learned, and how God carried them through.

They want to see faith that is real.

The Gospel was never meant to simply make us comfortable.

It was meant to transform us.

Growth rarely happens when we stay comfortable.

Growth happens when God challenges us.

Growth happens when we wrestle with hard truths.

Growth happens when the Holy Spirit convicts our hearts and calls us to something greater.

That is why I will continue sharing messages that challenge people.

Not because I enjoy controversy.

Not because I think I have all the answers.

But because I believe God often uses uncomfortable moments to produce spiritual growth.

If a message makes us stop and think, examine our hearts, or see the world through God’s eyes, then perhaps that discomfort is exactly what we need.

Now, don’t worry—I won’t write only about difficult subjects.

I’ll still sprinkle in plenty of encouraging posts about faith, hope, healing, miracles, worship, and God’s goodness.

After all, encouragement is important too.

But I will not shy away from the hard conversations when God places them on my heart.

The Church doesn’t need less truth.

The Church doesn’t need less courage.

The Church doesn’t need less conviction.

The Church needs believers who are awake, engaged, and willing to shine the light of Christ wherever darkness exists.

So my encouragement today is simple:

Wake up.

Look around.

Pray.

Pay attention.

Love people.

Speak truth.

Show grace.

Confront evil.

Offer hope.

And above all else, point people to Jesus.

Because this world doesn’t need comfortable Christianity.

It needs Christians who are willing to follow Jesus wherever He leads—even when the conversation gets difficult. ~OC

Hope Isles: A New Beginning Chapter Six: A House of Hope

For several moments, James and Sarah remained kneeling beside the open metal box.

The old journal rested between them.

Dusty.

Worn.

Yet somehow full of life.

James carefully opened the cover.

Inside, written in neat handwriting, were the words:

“Jonathan Davis – 1978”

David’s father.

The man who had hidden the box.

The man who had written the letter.

The man who believed the Wilson house could become a refuge.

James slowly turned the pages.

Most entries described everyday life in Hope Isles.

Church picnics.

Fishing trips.

Neighbors helping neighbors.

But then he found something that made him stop.

A page titled:

“The Hope House Dream”

Sarah noticed immediately.

“What is it?”

James began reading aloud.

“One day I pray this house will become a place where people can begin again. Too many people carry burdens alone. Too many believe their mistakes are greater than God’s mercy.”

He continued.

“If the Lord provides, may these rooms shelter the hurting, the lonely, and those seeking a second chance.”

Sarah wiped her eyes.

The words felt strangely familiar.

Because they described exactly what she had found when she arrived carrying her suitcase.

A second chance.

That evening, James invited David to the Wilson house.

The older man arrived just before sunset.

As he stepped onto the porch, memories seemed to wash over him.

“I haven’t stood here in years.”

James held up the journal.

“I think you’ll want to see this.”

David’s eyes widened.

“My father’s journal.”

Inside the living room, they gathered around the dining table.

James carefully laid out the contents of the metal box.

Letters.

Photographs.

The journal.

And the original note.

David picked up a faded photograph.

A smile crossed his face.

“That’s my mother.”

Sarah leaned forward.

The photo showed several people standing on the porch decades earlier.

“What are they doing?”

David chuckled softly.

“Helping a family move in.”

The smile faded slightly.

“My parents used to take people in when they needed help.”

James looked up.

“They did?”

David nodded.

“Travelers. Families struggling financially. Folks who needed a place to stay for a few weeks.”

Sarah exchanged a glance with James.

The similarities were becoming impossible to ignore.

Later that night, Pastor Timothy joined them.

After reading the journal, he leaned back quietly.

Nobody spoke for a while.

Finally the pastor smiled.

“I’ve prayed for something like this.”

James looked surprised.

“You have?”

“For years.”

The pastor folded his hands.

“There are people in Hope Isles who need support. Some need encouragement. Some need community. Some simply need a safe place.”

Sarah smiled.

“Sounds familiar.”

Pastor Timothy nodded.

“Very.”

David stared at the journal.

“My father never got to fully realize this dream.”

James looked at the old house around them.

“Maybe it wasn’t meant for him alone.”

The room grew quiet again.

A peaceful kind of quiet.

The kind that comes when people sense God weaving together something larger than themselves.

The next morning, June arrived at the Sit Awhile Diner before sunrise.

She unlocked the door and began preparing for the breakfast crowd.

A few minutes later she noticed an envelope taped to the front window.

Curious, she removed it.

Written on the front were the words:

“For June.”

Inside was a handwritten note.

She read it once.

Then twice.

Then a third time.

By the time Joe arrived for breakfast, June was still staring at it.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

June handed him the note.

Joe read silently.

His eyebrows climbed.

“Well, I’ll be.”

“What do you think?”

“I think we’d better call Pastor Timothy.”

An hour later, Pastor Timothy, James, Sarah, June, and Joe sat together in a booth at the diner.

The note lay in the center of the table.

James read it aloud.

“To the people of Hope Isles…”

“Several years ago, a small charitable fund was established by Jonathan and Margaret Davis. The account has remained largely untouched and forgotten.”

“As the surviving trustee, I believe it is time for the funds to be used for their intended purpose.”

“The money is to support the vision described in Jonathan Davis’s journal.”

“A place of refuge. A place of hope.”

“Please contact me at your earliest convenience.”

Signed:

Margaret Whitaker, Attorney-at-Law

Everyone sat silently.

Joe finally broke the silence.

“Did we just discover a hidden ministry and a hidden fund in the same week?”

“Apparently,” June replied.

Sarah laughed.

“Only in Hope Isles.”

Pastor Timothy looked at James.

“What are you thinking?”

James stared out the diner window.

People walked along Main Street.

Neighbors greeted one another.

Life carried on as usual.

Yet something significant was happening 

beneath the surface.

Finally he answered.

“I think God is opening doors.”

David smiled.

“My father would’ve liked that answer.”

Then James added quietly,

“And I think this house is about to become exactly what it was always meant to be.”

Outside, the church bells rang across Hope Isles.

And as the sound echoed through town, none of them realized that another person would soon arrive at the Wilson house.

A young man.

Carrying a backpack.

Running from his past.

And desperately searching for a place to belong.

To Be Continued…

Two Questions Every Christian Should Ask Themselves

Today’s a new day! 

There are two questions that have been on my heart recently, and honestly, they are questions I need to ask myself as much as anyone else.

Question #1: When someone looks at your life, would they want to be like you?

Not because we’re perfect.

Not because we have all the answers.

Not because we’ve never failed.

But when people see our lives, do they see something different? Do they see the peace of Christ in the middle of chaos? Do they see grace when others are harsh? Do they see hope when circumstances seem hopeless? Do they see a faith that remains steady when life gets difficult?

The Apostle Paul boldly wrote, “Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ” (1 Corinthians 11:1).

That is a challenging statement. Could we honestly say the same?

When people watch how we treat our spouses, our children, our neighbors, the cashier at the grocery store, or even those who disagree with us, are they seeing Jesus reflected in us?

The truth is that our lives may be the only Bible some people ever encounter. Every conversation, every action, every response to adversity is an opportunity to point people toward Christ—or away from Him.

None of us get it right all the time. I certainly don’t. But our goal should be to live in such a way that others are drawn not to us, but to the Savior living within us.

Question #2: Do you have a passion to praise and serve Jesus?

Christianity was never meant to be a once-a-week activity.

It was never meant to be a religious checkbox.

It was never meant to be a routine without relationship.

Jesus gave everything for us. He carried our sins to the Cross, conquered death through His resurrection, and offers us eternal life. How can we not respond with passionate praise and wholehearted service?

Praise isn’t just singing songs on Sunday morning. Praise is thanking God when life is good. Praise is trusting Him when life is hard. Praise is lifting His name when the diagnosis comes, when the bills pile up, when the storm refuses to leave.

Service isn’t just what happens inside church walls. Service happens when we encourage someone who is hurting. It happens when we pray for others. It happens when we meet needs, show compassion, and become the hands and feet of Jesus in a broken world.

The question isn’t whether we attend church.

The question is whether our hearts burn with a love for Jesus.

Do we wake up looking for opportunities to honor Him?

Do we seek ways to serve others in His name?

Do we long to know Him more deeply today than we did yesterday?

A Personal Reflection:

As I ask these questions of my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ, I must also ask them of myself.

When people look at my life, do they see Jesus?

Am I living in a way that inspires others to draw closer to Him?

Do I still have a passion to praise Him through every season?

Do I still have a desire to serve Him with whatever time, talents, and opportunities He has given me?

These aren’t questions meant to bring condemnation. They are questions meant to bring reflection and renewal.

Perhaps today is a good day for all of us to pause and ask God to search our hearts.

May our lives be a testimony of His goodness.

May our words point people toward His truth.

May our actions reflect His love.

And may we never lose our passion to praise and serve the One who gave everything for us.

Lord, let my life be a reflection of You. Help me live in such a way that others see Jesus in me. Rekindle my passion to praise You, serve You, and follow You faithfully every day. Amen. ~OC

Hope Isles: A New Beginning Chapter 4: The Man Across The Street

The porch light cast a warm glow across the front steps of the Wilson house.

James and Sarah sat quietly after their prayer.

For the first time in a long while, Sarah felt a sense of peace.

Not because all her problems had disappeared.

They hadn’t.

Not because every question had been answered.

They hadn’t.

But because hope had begun to return.

Eventually Sarah stood.

“Thank you.”

James smiled.

“You’re welcome.”

She headed inside, and James remained on the porch for a few minutes longer.

As he glanced across the street, he noticed movement.

A man standing near a large oak tree.

The man seemed startled when their eyes met.

Then he turned and walked away.

James frowned slightly.

Not out of fear.

Just curiosity.

The next morning, Hope Isles was already buzzing.

At the Sit Awhile Diner, June was delivering 

plates of pancakes while Joe the mailman occupied his usual seat.

“You know,” Joe said, stirring his coffee, “I think James might be the busiest unemployed person I’ve ever seen.”

June laughed.

“Who says he’s unemployed?”

Joe paused.

“Good question.”

The diner bell jingled.

As if summoned by the conversation itself, James walked inside.

“Speak of the bicycle guy,” June said.

“I’m beginning to regret buying that bicycle.”

“No you’re not.”

“Fair point.”

June handed him a menu.

“You eating?”

“Always.”

“Good answer.”

As James settled into his booth, Joe slid across from him.

“I’ve got a question.”

“Only one?”

“For now.”

Joe leaned forward.

“What do you actually do?”

James smiled.

“I wondered when someone would ask.”

“And?”

“I restore old furniture.”

Joe blinked.

“Furniture?”

“Furniture.”

“You bought a seven-bedroom house by fixing furniture?”

“Among other things.”

“What other things?”

James grinned.

“That’s enough questions for one breakfast.”

June laughed so hard she nearly spilled coffee.

After breakfast, James headed toward the harbor.

Along the way he stopped to greet people.

Mrs. Evelyn was watering flowers.

Walter the fisherman was repairing nets.

Children rode bicycles down Main Street.

Hope Isles wasn’t a perfect town.

But it was a good town.

The kind of place where people still waved.

The kind of place where neighbors knew one another.

The kind of place that felt increasingly like home.

As he reached the harbor, he noticed something familiar.

The same man he had seen across the street the night before.

This time the man wasn’t hiding.

He sat alone on a bench overlooking the water.

James walked over.

“Beautiful morning.”

The man looked up.

“It is.”

Mind if I sit?”

“Free country.”

James sat down.

For several moments, neither spoke.

Finally, the man sighed.

“You’re James.”

“That’s right.”

“I thought so.”

James studied him carefully.

The man looked tired.

Not physically.

Emotionally.

Like someone carrying regrets.

“My name is David.”

“Nice to meet you.”

David nodded.

Then he stared out at the water.

“No, it isn’t.”

James raised an eyebrow.

“Why would you say that?”

David rubbed his hands together nervously.

Because I’ve spent two days trying to figure out how to talk to you.”

Now James was interested.

“About what?”

David swallowed hard.

“The Wilson house.”

Meanwhile, at the church office, Pastor Timothy sat behind his desk reviewing notes for Sunday’s sermon.

A knock sounded on the door.

“Come in.”

Sarah stepped inside.i

“Good morning, Pastor.”

“Sarah.”

He smiled warmly.

“How are you doing?”

She sat down.

“Better.”

“That’s good to hear.”

For a moment she looked uncertain.

Then she asked,

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Why does James help people?”

Pastor Timothy leaned back.

“What do you mean?”

“He doesn’t know me.”

The pastor nodded.

“No, he doesn’t.”

“So why trust me?”

A gentle smile crossed his face.

“Because someone trusted him.”

Sarah remembered hearing James say something similar.

“Do you know his story?”

Pastor Timothy looked toward the window.

“I know parts of it.”

“Will he ever tell me?”

“When he’s ready.”

Back at the harbor, David finally spoke.

“My parents owned the Wilson house before the Wilson family.”

James listened carefully.

“I grew up there.”

Something flickered across David’s face.

A mixture of sadness and nostalgia.

“When my father died, I left town.”

“Why?”

“I was angry.”

David stared at the waves.

“At God. At life. At everything.”

James said nothing.

Sometimes silence was the best gift.

David continued.

“I made a lot of mistakes.”

His voice cracked slightly.

“More than I care to count.”

The harbor breeze carried the words away.

“I came back last week.”

“And?”

David laughed bitterly.

“And I found out someone else owns my childhood home.”

James nodded.

“That must be difficult.”

“It is.”

For several moments neither man spoke.

Then David looked directly at James.

“I came to see if you were taking care of it.”

James smiled.

“And?”

David’s eyes softened.

“My mother would’ve liked you.”

The words seemed to surprise even David himself.

Then he reached into his jacket pocket.

“There is something else.”

He handed James an old brass key.

Worn by time.

Heavy in the hand.

James turned it over.

“What is it?”

David looked toward the distant Wilson house.

“My father hid something on that property years ago.”

James blinked.

“What kind of something?”

David smiled faintly.

“That’s the interesting part.”

The old man stood.

And for the first time since they’d met, there was a spark of hope in his eyes.

“I honestly don’t know.”

James stared at the mysterious key.

Suddenly, the old Wilson house seemed to hold more than empty bedrooms and future dreams.

Somewhere on the property…

A secret had been waiting for years.

And now, it appeared to be waiting for him.

To Be Continued…

~OC

America Needs A Better Gospel Than Christian Nationalism

Today’s a new day!

In recent years, many Christians have wrestled with an important question: What happens when faith becomes too closely tied to politics?

As followers of Jesus, we should love our country, pray for our leaders, and seek the good of our communities. Scripture encourages us to be engaged citizens and to pursue justice, mercy, and righteousness. But there is a difference between loving our nation and confusing our nation with the Kingdom of God.

America needs a better gospel than Christian Nationalism.

The Gospel of Jesus Christ was never about elevating one nation above all others. It was never about political power, cultural dominance, or winning elections. The Gospel is the good news that Jesus Christ came to save sinners, reconcile humanity to God, and establish a Kingdom that transcends every border, language, ethnicity, and political system.

Jesus was not crucified because He sought political office. He was crucified because He proclaimed a Kingdom that challenged the powers of this world. His message was not “Take control.” His message was “Follow Me.”

Throughout Scripture, we see that God’s love extends to all people. From Genesis to Revelation, God’s redemptive plan includes every tribe, every tongue, and every nation. The Church is not called to represent one earthly kingdom. The Church is called to represent Christ.

When Christians place their ultimate hope in political movements, parties, or national identity, they risk exchanging the Gospel for something far smaller. Political victories may come and go. Nations rise and fall. But the Kingdom of God endures forever.

Christian Nationalism often asks, “How can we make America Christian again?” The Gospel asks a different question: “How can we help people know and follow Jesus?”

One focuses on power. The other focuses on transformation.

One seeks cultural control. The other seeks changed hearts.

One can create insiders and outsiders. The Gospel invites everyone to the foot of the Cross.

The Church’s mission has never been to conquer a nation. It has always been to make disciples. Our calling is to love our neighbors, care for the poor, defend the vulnerable, welcome the stranger, forgive our enemies, and proclaim the saving grace of Jesus Christ.

America does not need a gospel wrapped in a flag.

America needs the Gospel of Jesus.

The Gospel that calls us to humility rather than pride.

The Gospel that teaches us to love rather than hate.

The Gospel that values truth over tribalism.

The Gospel that reminds us our citizenship is ultimately in Heaven.

The Church is at its best when it looks less like a political movement and more like Jesus. The world does not need Christians who merely win arguments. It needs Christians who reflect the character of Christ.

May we never trade the Cross for political influence.

May we never confuse patriotism with discipleship.

And may we remember that our greatest hope has never been found in a nation, a party, or a politician.

Our hope is found in Jesus Christ alone. ~OC

SURRENDER

Here is a acronym I created for the word S.U.R.R.E.N.D.E.R.

S – Seek God first in all things
U – Understand that His ways are higher than ours
R – Rest in His promises during every season
R – Rely on His strength instead of your own
E – Embrace His grace and mercy each day
N – Nurture your faith through prayer and Scripture
D – Deny yourself and take up your cross daily
E – Encourage others with the love of Christ
R – Remain faithful until the end

Faith Journey Reflection:

SURRENDER is not giving up—it is giving everything over to God. It is seeking Him, trusting Him, relying on His strength, and remaining faithful as He leads us step by step on our journey of faith.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.” ~ Proverbs 3:5-6 

When The White House Chooses The Main Event

On Sunday night, the White House lawn will host a UFC event as part of America’s 250th Birthday Celebration. 

For some, it will be entertainment.

For others, it will be a symbol of strength, toughness, and American culture.

For me, it represents something entirely different.

The White House has long been called “The People’s House.” Throughout American history, its grounds have hosted events that brought families together, celebrated achievement, honored service, and showcased the best of our nation.

The annual Easter Egg Roll has welcomed children and families to the South Lawn since  1878 under President Rutherford B. Hayes.

Presidents have hosted Independence Day celebrations filled with music, fireworks, and community.

President Lyndon Johnson transformed the lawn into an outdoor arts venue during the Festival of the Arts.

President Gerald Ford hosted Queen Elizabeth  for an elegant state dinner beneath a tent on the South Lawn.

The grounds have welcomed world leaders, served as the landing place for Marine One, and stood as a symbol of American leadership.

President Jimmy Carter even installed a temporary ice rink so Olympic champion Peggy Fleming could perform for guests.

President George W. Bush hosted T-ball games featuring children of active-duty military personnel.

Families.

Children.

Artists.

Athletes.

Public servants.

Moments that reflected dignity and community.

Now, the White House lawn welcomes the UFC.

That reality should cause us to ask an important question:

What are we choosing to celebrate?

The UFC has certainly become a massive business success. Millions watch its events. Millions more wager on the outcomes. The organization has produced many talented athletes who have worked hard to reach the highest levels of their sport.

But the UFC has also been surrounded by years of controversy involving domestic violence allegations, arrests, abuse accusations, and troubling behavior from some of its biggest stars.

The organization’s founder and CEO was caught on video striking his wife. Public outrage followed. Yet many quickly moved on.

Several fighters over the years have faced allegations or arrests involving domestic violence and abuse.

Yet tonight, this organization is being elevated to center stage on one of the most recognizable pieces of property in America.

As Christians, we should not merely ask whether something is popular.

We should ask whether it is worthy of celebration.

Popularity and righteousness are not the same thing.

The crowds that shouted “Hosanna” on Sunday shouted “Crucify Him” on Friday.

The Bible repeatedly reminds us that the values of God’s Kingdom often stand in direct opposition to the values of the world.

Jesus taught us to honor the peacemakers.

Jesus taught us to protect the vulnerable.

Jesus taught us that true greatness is found in humility and service.

Jesus never taught us to idolize aggression, celebrity, power, or wealth.

I already know many people will disagree with me.

Many will watch.

Many will cheer.

Many will place bets.

Many will celebrate the spectacle.

That is their choice.

But as for me, I cannot help but feel sadness that a place which has hosted children hunting Easter eggs, military families playing T-ball, artists sharing their gifts, and leaders gathering in diplomacy is now being used to showcase an organization whose history includes so many troubling examples of violence beyond the octagon.

Perhaps that says something about where our culture is today.

Perhaps it says something about what we reward.

Perhaps it says something about what we have become willing to overlook.

As Christians, our calling is not to blindly follow the crowd or celebrate whatever is trending.

Our calling is to seek God’s Kingdom first.

To honor what is good.

To defend what is right.

To stand for truth even when it is unpopular.

America’s 250th birthday should be an 

opportunity to celebrate the highest ideals of our nation: faith, family, service, sacrifice, character, and human dignity.

Instead, Sunday’s main event leaves me asking whether we have confused entertainment with virtue.

And that is a fight I have no interest in watching. ~OC

Jesus Is Not Owned By A Political Party

Today’s a new day!

In a world where politics dominates headlines, social media feeds, and even many church conversations, it is important for Christians to remember a simple but powerful truth:

Jesus is not owned by a political party.

He is not a Republican.
He is not a Democrat.
He is not an Independent.

Jesus is King.

Throughout history, people have tried to place Jesus into their own political, cultural, and ideological boxes. They want Him to endorse their platform, validate their opinions, and support their agendas. Yet when we read the Gospels, we discover that Jesus consistently transcended the political divisions of His day.

The religious leaders wanted Him to conform to their expectations.

The zealots wanted Him to overthrow Rome.

The Romans wanted Him to stay quiet.

But Jesus came proclaiming something far greater than a political movement. He came proclaiming the Kingdom of God.

His mission was not to win elections.

His mission was to save souls.

Jesus cared about truth, justice, mercy, compassion, forgiveness, and reconciliation. He challenged hypocrisy wherever He found it. He confronted sin regardless of who committed it. He welcomed tax collectors and fishermen, rich and poor, Jews and Gentiles, saints and sinners.

His invitation was never based on political affiliation.

His invitation was based on grace.

Some Christians today spend more time defending politicians than they do sharing the Gospel. We can become so consumed by political battles that we forget our primary calling is to love God and love our neighbors.

The early church transformed the world without political power.

They changed lives through radical love.

They cared for the poor.

They served the sick.

They welcomed the outcasts.

They proclaimed Christ crucified and risen.

The world did not need another political movement then, and it does not need one now. The world needs Jesus.

This does not mean Christians should ignore public issues or avoid civic responsibility. We should care deeply about justice, human dignity, and the well-being of our communities. But our ultimate hope cannot rest in any candidate, platform, or political party.

Political leaders come and go.

Administrations rise and fall.

Kingdoms are built and kingdoms collapse.

But Jesus Christ remains the same yesterday, today, and forever.

When we place our faith in politics, disappointment is inevitable.

When we place our faith in Christ, hope is eternal.

As followers of Jesus, we must resist the temptation to make politics our identity. Our identity is found in Christ alone. We belong first and foremost to His Kingdom.

The Cross does not lean left.

The Cross does not lean right.

The Cross stands above every earthly system, calling all people to repentance, faith, and redemption.

May we never confuse loyalty to a political party with loyalty to Jesus.

May we never allow politics to divide us from our brothers and sisters in Christ.

And may we remember that before we are voters, citizens, or members of any political movement, we are disciples of Jesus Christ.

Because Jesus is not owned by a political party.

He is the Savior of the world. ~OC

When We Care More About Position Than Protection

Today’s a new day!

I know many people may disagree with what I am about to say, and that’s okay. Healthy disagreement is part of life and part of the Church. But I stand firmly by these words.

I care far more about the victims of abuse in our churches than I do about whether a woman teaches a Bible study, preaches a sermon, or stands behind a pulpit in a Southern Baptist Church—or any other church.

For years, countless hours, meetings, conferences, articles, and social media debates have focused on the role of women in ministry. Entire denominations have wrestled with the question. Churches have split over it. Christians have passionately argued both sides.

Yet while some believers are consumed with debates about who is allowed to speak from the platform, children, teenagers, and vulnerable adults have suffered abuse in churches that were supposed to be safe places.

That should break our hearts.

When Jesus walked this earth, He consistently placed people above power, compassion above control, and protection of the vulnerable above religious posturing. He reserved some of His strongest words for religious leaders who burdened others while neglecting justice, mercy, and faithfulness.

I cannot help but wonder what Jesus thinks when churches spend more energy debating who can preach or teach than they spend ensuring children are protected.

I cannot help but wonder what He thinks when victims are ignored, silenced, questioned, or blamed while church leaders focus on preserving reputations and institutions.

The Church should be the safest place on earth for a child.

The safest place for a survivor.

The safest place for the wounded.

The safest place for those seeking healing.

And yet, too often, it has not been.

This is not a statement against theology. 

Theology matters. Scripture matters. Church governance matters. But if our theological discussions become more important than protecting people made in the image of God, something has gone terribly wrong.

If Christians are more concerned about a woman’s role in ministry than they are about children being abused, they have missed something essential in the teachings of Jesus.

If we can passionately argue about positions while remaining silent about victims, we need to examine our priorities.

If we are quicker to defend institutions than to defend the brokenhearted, we need to return to the heart of Christ.

Jesus welcomed children.

Jesus protected the vulnerable.

Jesus stood with the hurting.

Jesus confronted religious leaders who had lost sight of what mattered most.

The Church should do the same.

The world is watching how we respond. More importantly, survivors are watching.

They don’t need another debate.

They need safety.

They need accountability.

They need justice.

They need compassion.

They need to know that the Church values their well-being more than its reputation.

My prayer is that Christians of every denomination would become known not merely for what we believe, but for how fiercely we protect the vulnerable, how seriously we take abuse allegations, how compassionately we care for survivors, and how faithfully we reflect the heart of Jesus.

Because at the end of the day, protecting the vulnerable is not a political issue.

It is not a denominational issue.

It is not a conservative issue or a progressive issue.

It is a Jesus issue. ~OC

A Free Press Matters

Today’s a new day!

When I was in high school, I had a dream. I wanted to be the next great sports journalist. I loved sports, but even more than the games themselves, I loved the stories behind them. I admired the journalists who traveled the country, asked tough questions, told inspiring stories, and brought fans closer to the athletes and teams they followed.

Journalism fascinated me because it was about more than reporting scores and statistics. It was about seeking the truth, telling the stories that needed to be told, and helping people stay informed.

That is why I find myself disappointed by the growing attacks on journalists that we see today.

No, journalists are not perfect. They are human beings, and like every profession, there are good ones and bad ones. Some make mistakes. Some have biases. But the answer to imperfect journalism is not to destroy journalism. The answer is to pursue better journalism.

Throughout history, journalists have played a critical role in holding powerful people accountable. They have uncovered corruption, exposed injustice, highlighted the struggles of ordinary people, and brought important issues into the public conversation. Many have risked their careers, their freedom, and even their lives to report the truth.

A healthy democracy depends on an informed citizenry. People cannot make wise decisions if they do not have access to information. They cannot hold leaders accountable if no one is asking questions. They cannot understand what is happening in their communities, their nation, or the world if there is no one reporting the facts.

That is why a free press is so important.

We may not always agree with what journalists write. We may disagree with their conclusions, perspectives, or reporting. But disagreement should never become hostility toward the very institution that helps keep citizens informed.

As Christians, we should be people who value truth. Scripture repeatedly calls us to walk in truth, speak truth, and seek truth. While journalists are not the source of truth itself, many faithfully work to uncover facts and bring important information into the light.

When I think back to my high school dream of becoming a sports journalist, I still have great respect for those who dedicate their lives to telling stories and informing the public. Their work matters.

A democracy without journalists is a democracy left in the dark.

We may not always like what we hear, but a society that values truth must also value those who seek to report it.

Let us encourage honesty, integrity, and accountability in journalism while recognizing the vital role a free press plays in preserving freedom. An informed people are better equipped to make wise decisions, engage in meaningful conversations, and help build a stronger future for the next generation. ~OC

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