Tag: Truth

The Words Of A President Matter

Today’s a new day!

The words of a President matter.

They always have, and they always will.

The President of the United States holds one of the most influential voices in the world. Every speech, every interview, every social media post, and every public statement carries weight. Those words have the power to calm fears, inspire hope, strengthen democracy, and remind us that, despite our differences, we are one nation.

They also have the power to deepen wounds.

In recent years, political rhetoric has become increasingly hostile. It has become common to hear entire groups of Americans labeled as “evil,” “enemies,” or people beyond redemption simply because they belong to a different political party.

That kind of language is dangerous.

There are certainly evil actions in this world. There are policies we may strongly oppose. There are decisions that deserve criticism and leaders who should be held accountable. Democracy depends upon honest debate and the free exchange of ideas.

But there is a profound difference between challenging ideas and condemning millions of people.

Healthy debate strengthens a republic.

Demonizing one another weakens it.

One of the highest callings of the presidency is not merely to govern—it is to unite. While no president can eliminate every disagreement, the office carries a unique responsibility to remind Americans that we share a common future, even when we disagree about the path forward.

Unity does not require uniformity.

It does not mean everyone votes the same way or holds identical beliefs.

It means remembering that our political opponents are still our fellow citizens. They are our neighbors, coworkers, family members, veterans, teachers, nurses, police officers, pastors, small business owners, and friends. We may passionately disagree with one another, but disagreement alone does not make someone evil.

History reminds us that nations become strongest not when everyone agrees, but when people learn how to disagree without hatred.

Civil debate is essential.

Respectful disagreement is healthy.

Listening is powerful.

But when our language convinces us that those on the other side are no longer fellow Americans—but enemies to be feared or hated—we begin to lose something far more valuable than an election.

We begin to lose one another.

As Christians, this challenge carries even greater weight. Scripture calls us to “speak the truth in love” and reminds us that every person is created in the image of God. We are called to love our neighbors, pray for our leaders, and overcome evil with good—not to fuel hatred with harsher words.

Our nation desperately needs leaders who will lower the temperature instead of raising it.

Leaders who challenge without demeaning.

Leaders who persuade without insulting.

Leaders who remember that the presidency belongs to all Americans—not just those who voted for them.

The words of a President matter.

May those words bring courage instead of fear.

Hope instead of hostility.

Truth instead of propaganda.

And unity instead of division.

Because America will not be healed by louder voices shouting across political lines.

It will be strengthened by people—and leaders—who remember that we are at our best when we disagree with conviction, treat one another with dignity, and never forget that we are one nation under God, with liberty and justice for all. ~OC

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Faces Covered, Hearts Exposed: What This Train Car Teaches Us About Hate And Christian Nationalism

Courage vs Cowards

Today’s a new day! Here are my thoughts on this photo taken on the Metro in Washington, D.C. The following are my thoughts and opinions. If you happen to disagree with me, I encourage you to take it up with God.

Look at this photo. A young woman sits alone on a train, surrounded by dozens of men in matching uniforms, faces covered, patches bearing flags. She meets the camera’s eye. They refuse to be seen.

This image is a parable. And it’s the opposite of the Gospel.

The Gospel unmasks. Hate hides.

Jesus never hid His face. He wept publicly, prayed publicly, died publicly. “I have spoken openly to the world,” He told His accusers. (John 18:20)

Hate loves masks. It loves anonymity, mobs, and intimidation. Why? Because deeds done in darkness don’t survive the light (John 3:20). When an ideology needs to cover faces to deliver its message, it’s already confessed something about that message.

Christian Nationalism too often puts a mask on Jesus. It takes the crucified Savior and dresses Him in the uniform of earthly power. But Christ doesn’t need our flags stitched to His robe. “My kingdom is not of this world” (John 18:36). When we try to make it of this world, we end up looking like this train car: coercive, not compelling.

The Gospel draws near. Hate surrounds.

Notice the posture here. One person, isolated. Many others, standing, looming. That’s not how Jesus moved through crowds. 

He touched lepers when others stepped back. He invited Zacchaeus down from a tree when the crowd boxed him out. He stopped for the woman no one else would look at. The Gospel breaks circles of exclusion. Hate forms them.

Christian Nationalism, at its worst, baptizes “us vs. them.” It defines who belongs and who threatens. But the cross destroyed the dividing wall of hostility (Ephesians 2:14). If our faith needs an enemy to stay strong, it isn’t Christian faith. It’s civil religion with a cross necklace.

The Gospel sees the individual. Hate sees categories.

I don’t know the woman’s name in the photo. You don’t either. But God does. She isn’t a symbol. She’s a person made in His image (Genesis 1:27)

Movements built on hate don’t see people. They see demographics, threats, problems to solve. They make you afraid to sit alone on a train in your own city. 

Jesus’s first question to people was often, “What do you want me to do for you?” (Mark 10:51). He saw individuals. Christian Nationalism tends to see a “nation to save” and turns people into footnotes. When saving “America” matters more than loving the person next to you on the Metro, we’ve lost the plot.

So what do we do when the train car feels like the world?

Uncover our own faces: Confess where contempt has crept into our hearts. It’s easy to hate the masked men too. Jesus doesn’t give us that option. “Love your enemies” (Luke 6:27) includes them.

Sit with the isolated: Who in your life feels like that woman on the train? The Gospel moves us toward them, not away. Proximity kills caricatures.

Refuse the idols of power and fear: The early church changed the Roman Empire without voting, lobbying, or taking up swords. They did it by loving radically and dying well. Our witness still works that way.

Remember what we’re witnessing to: Not a Christian nation. A crucified Christ. “We preach Christ crucified… the power of God and the wisdom of God” (1 Corinthians 1:23-24). 

This photo should grieve us. Not just because of what it says about them, but because of what it reveals about us. Every one of those masked hearts was knit together by God. Every one of them is someone Christ died for. So is she. So are you. So am I.

Hate says, “Cover your face and find your strength in numbers.” 

Jesus says, “Take up your cross and find your life by losing it.”

The train is still running. The choice is still ours. Which kingdom will we board? ~OC

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The Morning That Changed My Prayer Life Forever

This is the second of two deeply personal experiences that I have shared publicly for the very first time.

The first was my experience during surgery in 2019, when I believe God allowed me to see Heaven before telling me, “Not yet. I still have more work for you to do.”

This is the story of another experience that forever changed how I pray, how I love people, and how urgently I believe Christians should share the Good News of Jesus Christ.

After the miracle God performed in my life in November of 2019, something incredible happened.

For a season, God allowed me to run again.

Considering everything my body had endured through years of illness, surgeries, and suffering, every mile felt like a gift from God. Every run became an opportunity not only to exercise but also to pray.

On a Thursday morning in October of 2020, I headed out for what I thought would be another ordinary run.

As I ran past Jupiter Medical Center in Jupiter, Florida, I did what I had done countless times before. I prayed for the doctors, nurses, staff, patients, and families. I asked Jesus to bring healing, peace, wisdom, comfort, and hope to everyone inside those walls.

A little farther into my run, I decided to stop at a men’s Bible study in Jupiter. We spent time praying together, encouraging one another, and opening God’s Word. It was a wonderful morning of fellowship.

After the Bible study, I decided to continue my run before heading home.

That’s when everything changed.

As I ran down Central Boulevard near the park affectionately known as “Duck Park,” life seemed completely normal. The sky was bright blue. The weather was cool. People were jogging, riding bicycles, walking, and driving by.

Then, in what felt like only moments, everything around me changed.

The blue skies disappeared.

Darkness surrounded me.

The temperature became unbearably hot.

What I experienced next is something that has stayed with me every single day since.

I believe God allowed me, for only a few brief moments, to experience something I can only describe as a glimpse of hell.

Around me I heard people crying out in desperation.

They were screaming.

Over and over I heard words that pierced my heart:

“Why didn’t anyone tell us about Jesus?”

“Why did so many Christians give up on us?”

Those cries echoed with an anguish that is impossible to put into words.

What made the experience even more overwhelming was that I could still see people running, riding bicycles, and driving as they had been only moments before, yet in this experience they too were crying out with the very same questions.

The entire experience lasted only a matter of seconds.

Then it was over.

I have often joked that I could have qualified for the Olympic team by how fast I ran home that morning.

But behind the humor is a truth that has never left me.

That morning changed my life forever.

Whether I am speaking with one person or a thousand people, I can no longer look at anyone the same way.

Every person I meet has an eternal soul.

Every conversation matters.

Every act of kindness matters.

Every prayer matters.

Every opportunity to share the love of Jesus matters.

I don’t believe Christians are called to preach with condemnation or fear. We are called to preach with tears in our eyes, compassion in our hearts, and the love of Christ leading every word we speak.

Jesus didn’t come to condemn the world.

He came to save it.

That experience gave me an urgency that has never faded.

I still wake up every day asking God, “Who needs to hear about You today? Who needs encouragement today? Who needs hope today? Who needs someone to remind them that they are loved by God?”

I believe every follower of Jesus should live with that same sense of eternal purpose—not out of panic, but out of love.

People all around us are searching for hope.

Many have never truly experienced the grace of Jesus.

Many have been hurt by people who claimed to represent Him.

Many have concluded that no one cares enough to tell them the truth wrapped in love.

May that never be said of us.

This is the first time I have publicly shared both of these experiences—my encounter in Heaven during surgery in 2019 and this life-changing experience during a morning run in October of 2020.

Both have been incredibly difficult to share, each for different reasons.

I know there will be questions.

There may even be skepticism.

I understand that.

My goal has never been to convince anyone based on my experiences.

My prayer is simply that my testimony points people to Jesus Christ.

If these stories encourage even one person to seek Him more deeply, to pray more faithfully, to love more compassionately, or to boldly share the Gospel with someone who needs hope, then sharing them will have been worth it.

As Scripture reminds us:

“Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation.” (Mark 16:15)

May we never grow comfortable with keeping the greatest news the world has ever known to ourselves.

There are people waiting to hear about the Savior who changed our lives.

Let’s tell them. ~OC

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Standing With Our Haitian Neighbors

“Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.” — Galatians 6:2

My heart is saddened by the recent Supreme Court decision allowing the federal government to move forward with changes affecting Temporary Protected Status (TPS) for many Haitians living and working throughout the United States. This decision could ultimately affect more than 300,000 individuals who have built lives, raised families, and contributed to communities across our nation.

These are not just numbers on a government report. They are mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, coworkers, neighbors, church members, healthcare workers, teachers, business owners, and friends. They came to America seeking safety, opportunity, and the chance to build a better future. For many, what once looked like the American Dream now feels uncertain and frightening.

As Christians, our first response should never be indifference. Our first response should be compassion.

The Haitian community has enriched countless cities and towns across America through hard work, perseverance, faith, and service. They have strengthened our churches, supported local businesses, cared for the sick, educated our children, and invested in their communities. Their contributions deserve to be recognized and appreciated.

Regardless of where we stand on immigration policy, we should never lose sight of the humanity of the people affected by these decisions. Every person bears the image of God. Every family matters. Every child deserves to know that they are loved.

Throughout Scripture, God repeatedly reminds His people to care for the foreigner, the stranger, and the vulnerable. Our calling is not to harden our hearts but to reflect the compassion and mercy that Christ has shown each of us.

Today, I want the Haitian community to know that you are not forgotten. I am praying for every family facing uncertainty, every parent worried about the future of their children, and every worker wondering what tomorrow may bring. May God surround you with His peace, provide for your needs, and remind you that He is near to the brokenhearted.

I also encourage my fellow Christians to pray, to listen, and to seek ways to support Haitian families in their local communities. If you believe changes should be made to current policies, respectfully contact your elected representatives and make your voice heard through peaceful civic engagement. Our democracy allows us to advocate for policies we believe reflect justice, compassion, and the common good.

The Church has always been at its best when it chooses love over fear, mercy over indifference, and compassion over division.

Let us be known as people who welcome, encourage, pray, and stand beside those who are hurting. May our churches become places where every person—regardless of nationality or background—finds hope, dignity, and the love of Jesus Christ.

My prayers remain with the Haitian community during this difficult season. May God grant wisdom to our nation’s leaders, comfort to every anxious heart, and remind us all that His Kingdom is built not on division, but on love.

Prayer:

Heavenly Father,

We lift up every Haitian family facing uncertainty today. Comfort those who are anxious, strengthen those who feel discouraged, and provide wisdom for our nation’s leaders as they make decisions that affect so many lives.

Help Your Church to be a light in moments of darkness. Give us hearts filled with compassion, words filled with grace, and hands ready to serve. Teach us to love our neighbors as You have loved us.

May justice, mercy, and humility guide our actions, and may the peace of Christ reign in every heart.

In the loving and caring name of Jesus I pray. Amen.

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A New Week

A new week is a gift from God. It arrives with fresh opportunities, new mercies, and another chance to reflect the love of Jesus to a world that desperately needs hope. No matter what happened last week—the victories, the disappointments, the unanswered prayers, or the unexpected challenges—today is a new beginning.

As we step into this week, let’s choose to fill our hearts with hope, praise, and thanksgiving. Hope reminds us that God is still working, even when we cannot see it. Praise shifts our focus from our problems to His promises. Thanksgiving reminds us that every good gift comes from our Heavenly Father, even in seasons when life feels difficult.

This week, let us truly strive to be the hands and feet of Jesus.

There are people all around us who are carrying burdens that we know nothing about. A smile, an encouraging word, a helping hand, or simply taking time to listen may be exactly what someone needs. Jesus didn’t just preach about love—He demonstrated it every single day. As His followers, we are called to do the same.

Take a few moments this week to reach out to a friend or a loved one. Send a text. Make a phone call. Share a cup of coffee. Ask them how they’re really doing. Sometimes the greatest ministry is simply showing someone they haven’t been forgotten.

Our world often seems filled with negativity. It’s easy to become discouraged when we focus only on the headlines, the conflicts, or the disappointments around us. But as followers of Christ, we are called to fix our eyes on what is good, honorable, and praiseworthy. Instead of dwelling on the darkness, let us become people who shine the light of Christ wherever we go. 

Let’s also make a conscious decision to be kind this week.

Kindness costs us very little, but it can mean everything to someone else. A kind word can encourage a weary heart. A patient response can calm a difficult situation. A generous act can remind someone that God sees them and cares for them.

May this also be a week marked by love, respect, and compassion.

Love people without expecting anything in return.

Respect those who think differently than you.

Show compassion to those who are hurting, struggling, or simply feeling alone.

When we live this way, we become living examples of Christ’s love.

As you begin this new week, remember that you may be the only glimpse of Jesus someone sees. Let your words bring hope. Let your actions reflect His grace. Let your heart overflow with gratitude. And wherever God leads you this week, be faithful in the little things, because God often uses small acts of obedience to accomplish extraordinary things.

May your week be filled with God’s peace, His strength, and His joy. May you walk in hope, live with purpose, and leave every person you encounter knowing they have been loved.

“Let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.” — Matthew 5:16

Have a blessed week, and let’s go be the hands and feet of Jesus. ~OC

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Discipleship, Relationships Over Numbers

Today’s a new day! 

Over the past few years, I’ve had countless conversations with fellow Christians after church services, over coffee, in Bible studies, and during everyday life.

Different churches.

Different denominations.

Different backgrounds.

Yet one theme continues to surface again and again.

“I love my church…but I still feel alone.”

Those words have stayed with me.

These conversations haven’t come from people who are angry with the Church. Quite the opposite. They faithfully attend, faithfully give, faithfully serve, and genuinely love Jesus.

Yet many quietly admit they feel disconnected.

One friend shared, “I’ve been attending for three years, and I still don’t feel like anyone really knows me.”

Another said, “I know hundreds of faces, but I don’t have anyone I can call when life falls apart.”

Someone else confessed, “I leave encouraged by the sermon, but I still feel spiritually isolated.”

As I listened, I realized these weren’t isolated stories.

I was hearing the same longing over and over.

People aren’t asking for bigger buildings.

They’re asking for deeper relationships.

They’re not looking for more programs.

They’re longing for genuine discipleship.

It made me wonder if, in many churches, we’ve unintentionally traded disciple numbers for attendance numbers.

Attendance matters. Every person who walks through the doors is someone Christ loves deeply. Churches should celebrate every new visitor and every opportunity to share the Gospel.

But attendance has never been the ultimate mission.

Jesus didn’t say, “Go and gather crowds.”

He said, “Go and make disciples.”

Discipleship is personal.

It requires time.

It requires listening.

It requires walking through life’s joys and hardships together.

It means knowing someone’s name, hearing their story, praying over their struggles, and encouraging them to keep following Christ.

That kind of ministry can’t always happen during a Sunday morning service.

It happens in living rooms.

Around dinner tables.

In small groups.

Over coffee.

In hospital waiting rooms.

During phone calls.

Through tears.

Through prayer.

Through simply showing up for one another.

Many of the Christians I’ve spoken with aren’t criticizing their churches.

They’re grieving what they feel is missing.

They long to belong to a spiritual family, not simply attend a weekly gathering.

They want someone to notice when they’re absent.

Someone to ask how they’re doing—and genuinely wait for the answer.

Someone to help them grow in their faith.

The beautiful truth is that many churches are already pursuing this vision with humility and faithfulness. Pastors, elders, deacons, small-group leaders, and volunteers invest countless hours loving and discipling others, often without recognition.

But every church can continue asking an important question:

Are we creating disciples, or are we simply creating attendees?

Imagine what could happen if every mature believer intentionally invested in one younger believer.

Imagine if every newcomer was invited into authentic relationships instead of remaining anonymous.

Imagine if every church member saw themselves not just as someone who attends church but as someone who helps build Christ’s family.

The Church has always been at its strongest when believers walk together.

The world is filled with loneliness.

The Church should be filled with belonging.

My prayer is not that churches become less focused on reaching people.

My prayer is that we become equally passionate about walking with them after they arrive.

Because attendance may introduce someone to the Church.

But discipleship helps them become more like Jesus.

A church can fill every seat in the sanctuary and still leave people feeling alone. But when believers intentionally disciple one another, no one has to walk their journey of faith in isolation.

Prayer:

Dear Jesus, thank You for the gift of Your Church. Help us to be more than people who gather once a week. Make us a family that loves deeply, serves faithfully, and walks alongside one another through every season of life. Give us eyes to notice those who feel unseen, hearts that welcome the lonely, and a renewed commitment to making disciples as Jesus commanded. May our churches be known not only for full sanctuaries but for lives transformed through authentic relationships centered on You. It’s in the mighty and precious name of Jesus we pray. ~OC

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God Is Still In Control

Today’s a new day! 

Life has a way of shaking us.

There are moments when the phone rings with news we never wanted to hear. There are seasons when the bills pile up, the job applications go unanswered, and the storms of life seem to come one after another. In those moments, fear whispers that we’ve been abandoned.

But the truth of God’s Word says something completely different.

God is still in control.

When the doctor walks into the room and uses the word “cancer,” God is still in control.

When you’ve been laid off and you’re desperately looking for a job, God is still in control.

When you’re walking through a season of grief, God is still in control. 

When life’s storms crash against your family, your finances, your health, or your faith, God is still in control.

Our circumstances may change overnight, but God’s character never changes. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. The God who parted the Red Sea, shut the mouths of lions, raised Lazarus from the dead, and conquered the grave through Jesus Christ has not lost a single ounce of His power.

That doesn’t mean life will always be easy. It doesn’t mean we won’t cry or ask difficult questions. Even Jesus wept.

But it does mean we never face our battles alone.

God walks beside us through every diagnosis.

He stands with us during every interview.

God holds us loss in our grief. 

He guides us in every business deal.

He comforts us through every storm.

He carries us when we don’t have the strength to take another step.

Jesus extends a beautiful invitation to every weary heart:

“Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28)

Today, whatever burden you’re carrying, don’t keep trying to carry it by yourself.

Lay your fears at His feet.

Lay your anxiety at His feet.

Lay your sickness at His feet.

Lay your financial worries at His feet.

Lay your broken heart at His feet.

Lay your business deals at His feet.

Lay your future at His feet.

The burden may feel too heavy for your shoulders, but it has never been too heavy for His.

Trust Him even when you cannot see the outcome.

Hold on even when the answers haven’t come yet.

Keep praying even when heaven seems quiet.

Keep believing because God’s silence is never His absence.

The storm you’re facing today is not greater than the Savior who stands with you in it.

No matter what tomorrow brings, one truth remains forever:

God is still in control.

Prayer:

Heavenly Jesus, 

Today I lay every burden at Your feet. You know every fear, every tear, every unanswered prayer, and every uncertainty in my life. Help me to trust You when I cannot understand what You are doing. Fill my heart with Your peace that surpasses all understanding. Strengthen my faith, remind me of Your promises, and help me keep my eyes fixed on Jesus through every storm. Thank You for never leaving me or forsaking me. I choose today to trust that You are still on the throne and still in control.

In Jesus’ mighty and loving name we pray… Amen.

~OC

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Hope Is A Choice

Today’s a new day! ~OC

Every morning when we wake up, we are faced with countless decisions. Some decisions are small and insignificant, while others can shape the direction of our entire day. One of the most important choices we make each morning is whether we will walk the road of hope or the road of despair.

Despair is easy. It often arrives uninvited, reminding us of yesterday’s failures, today’s struggles, and tomorrow’s uncertainties. Despair tells us that our circumstances will never change. It whispers that our prayers are unanswered and our battles are too great. If we continue down that road, we eventually find ourselves stuck, discouraged, and unable to see the opportunities God has placed before us.

Hope, however, is different. Hope is a choice. Hope is not denying reality or pretending that difficulties do not exist. Christian hope is the confident expectation that God is at work even when we cannot see it. It is trusting that God remains faithful regardless of our circumstances.

The Apostle Paul understood this truth. He wrote:

“Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.” (Romans 5:3-4)

Notice the progression. Suffering is not the end of the story. God uses our trials to produce perseverance. Perseverance shapes our character. Character develops hope. What the enemy intends to use to discourage us, God uses to strengthen us.

Hope opens our eyes to possibilities that despair can never see. Hope reminds us that God is still writing our story. Hope allows us to see opportunities hidden within challenges. Hope gives us the courage to take one more step, pray one more prayer, and trust God one more day.

For many of us, the temptation to choose despair is real. We face health challenges, financial pressures, broken relationships, disappointments, and uncertainties. Yet every day God invites us to choose hope. He reminds us that His promises are still true, His love is still constant, and His grace is still sufficient.

Today, you have a choice.

You can walk down the road of despair, focusing on everything that is wrong and everything that could go wrong. Or you can walk down the road of hope, trusting that God is working all things together for His glory and your good.

One road leads to discouragement and stagnation.

The other leads to faith, growth, purpose, and opportunities beyond what you can imagine.

Choose hope.

Not because life is easy.

Not because the road is smooth.

But because God is faithful.

And when God is leading the way, hope is always the right choice.

Prayer:

Dear Jesus, help us choose hope today. When challenges arise and despair tries to take hold, remind us of Your faithfulness. Strengthen our perseverance, build our character, and fill our hearts with the hope that comes from trusting You. Help us to see opportunities instead of obstacles and to walk confidently in the plans You have for our lives. It’s in the powerful name of Jesus’ we pray. Amen.

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Dear Christian Pastor…

Dear Christian Pastor,

This is not written in anger, but in deep concern and sincere prayer.

One day, every one of us will stand before Jesus Christ. Every pastor, every church leader, every teacher, every believer. On that day, political influence, election victories, cultural popularity, and earthly power will mean nothing compared to our faithfulness to the Gospel.

A question has been weighing heavily on my heart:

How will you defend yourself when you stand before Jesus and try to justify choosing political power over the Gospel of Jesus Christ?

How will you explain that you encouraged the flock God entrusted to your care to place more hope in a flag than in the Cross?

How will you explain teaching people to trust more in a political party than in the words of the Savior?

The Church was never called to be the public relations department of any political movement. The Church was called to be the Body of Christ. We were commissioned to preach the Gospel, make disciples, love our neighbors, care for the poor, defend the vulnerable, and point people to Jesus.

Scripture never tells us that the hope of humanity is found in a political platform. It tells us that our hope is found in Christ alone.

Political parties come and go.

Nations rise and fall.

Presidents are elected and eventually leave office.

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

Some pastors have spent more time discussing political talking points than preaching the Sermon on the Mount. Some have become more passionate about defending politicians than defending the teachings of Jesus. Others have blurred the line between faith and politics so completely that many people can no longer tell the difference.

That should grieve all of us.

When unbelievers look at the Church, do they see Jesus?

Do they see His love?

His compassion?

His mercy?

His truth?

Or do they simply see another political organization competing for power?

The Gospel is too precious to be sacrificed on the altar of political influence.

Jesus never instructed His followers to conquer Rome. He instructed them to love their enemies, preach repentance, serve others, and carry their cross.

The early Church transformed the world without political power because they were filled with the Holy Spirit. They changed hearts before they changed cultures. They focused on the Kingdom of God rather than the kingdoms of men.

The Church today would do well to remember that lesson.

This is not a call to ignore politics. Christians should engage society, vote according to their convictions, and stand for truth. But our primary allegiance must always belong to Jesus Christ.

When politics becomes our identity, we have lost our way.

When a party becomes untouchable, we have lost our way.

When loyalty to a politician exceeds loyalty to Scripture, we have lost our way.

Pastor, there is still time.

There is still time to turn back.

There is still time to preach the whole counsel of God.

There is still time to boldly proclaim the Gospel without fear or compromise.

There is still time to remind people that their citizenship is first in Heaven.

There is still time to point your congregation back to Jesus instead of pointing them toward earthly saviors.

My prayer is not for your embarrassment, but for your repentance.

My prayer is not for your defeat, but for your renewal.

My prayer is that you would once again fall deeply in love with Jesus and His Word, and that your congregation would see Him more clearly because of your leadership.

The world does not need more political activists behind pulpits.

The world desperately needs shepherds who will faithfully preach Christ crucified, Christ risen, and Christ returning.

May we all remember that when we stand before Jesus, the only opinion that will matter is His.

And my prayer is that every pastor, every leader, and every believer will hear these words:

“Well done, good and faithful servant.”

Until that day, may we keep our eyes fixed on Jesus and faithfully proclaim His Gospel above all else. ~OC

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Say His Name: Kohen Wiley

Say his name.

Kohen Wiley.

A one-year-old child whose life was taken far too soon.

In the coming days, some people will undoubtedly try to turn the death of Kohen Wiley into a political argument. They will attempt to fit this tragedy into their preferred narrative, use it to score points, or frame it through the lens of ideology. But this is far bigger than politics.

The murder of Kohen Wiley is a heartbreaking reflection of the state of humanity in America in 2026.

A child is gone.

A family is shattered.

A community is grieving.

And no amount of political spin can change those facts.

The reported circumstances surrounding this tragedy make it even more difficult to comprehend. The murder of a child over diapers is beyond unacceptable. It is a horrifying reminder of how broken this world can be and how desperately we need compassion, accountability, and justice.

Those responsible for the death of Kohen Wiley must be held accountable.

Justice cannot bring this precious child back, but justice matters. It matters to the family. It matters to the community. It matters because every human life has value, and the life of a child is no exception.

As Christians, we believe every person is created in the image of God. We believe children are a gift from the Lord. We believe that Jesus welcomed children into His presence and warned against causing harm to the innocent.

Today, our hearts should not be focused on arguments. They should be focused on grief, prayer, and support for those who are suffering.

My prayers go out to the family and friends of Kohen Wiley. I pray that God surrounds them with His comfort in the darkest moments of their lives. I pray He gives them strength for the difficult days ahead. I pray that He places caring people around them who will walk with them through this unimaginable loss.

There is another truth that every leader, elected official, community organizer, pastor, and public servant should understand:

Grief and anger are neighbors.

When institutions fail to acknowledge grief, anger moves in.

Not because people are impatient.

Not because people are unreasonable.

But because people are human.

Because love and loss are inseparable.

A family cannot place its sorrow on hold while officials try to figure things out. A community cannot pause its heartbreak until a press conference is scheduled or a report is completed.

The community is not reacting to paperwork.

The community is responding to the loss of an innocent one-year-old child.

That pain is real.

That grief is real.

And it deserves to be acknowledged with compassion and urgency.

My prayer is that this family finds healing. My prayer is that this community finds healing. My prayer is that justice is served and that those responsible are held accountable for their actions.

Most of all, I pray that Kohen Wiley receives justice beyond the grave from a God who sees every tear, knows every sorrow, and never overlooks the suffering of the innocent.

May we refuse to let his story be reduced to a headline.

May we refuse to let his name be forgotten.

Remember the family.

Remember the community.

Remember the loss.

And most importantly remember the name.

Kohen Wiley. ~OC

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