#WeNeedToTalk: What's Happening.
Any why I'm okay with having questions.
Is there a world where Trump being in charge is actually meant to do some good?
Or does that question sound as crazy as it feels?
Because everything in my mind, in my faith, and in what I believe is telling me this is wrong. That he is wrong.
What test are we going through right now? What are we supposed to be learning from this? Or has it become so normalized, so deeply embedded in our society, that we’ve just allowed it to happen?
I don’t, for the life of me, understand how we are here.
People joke about this being the apocalypse or the end of the world, and weirdly, I have no fear about it. I genuinely feel at peace because I know I’ve lived a life that is pleasing to God. I’ve lived my faith the best way I know how—by loving and accepting everyone, and by truly trying to follow the example of Christ.
But then... I start to doubt.
Because even when you feel like you’ve done the right thing, it’s the opposite that seems to keep winning. And it makes me question everything.
Am I wrong to question?
Is it because I’ve wondered? Because I’ve wrestled and searched and stayed open?
Meanwhile, others have stood so confidently—so arrogantly—steadfast in a version of faith that continues to hurt people. And yet they keep winning.
Is their fake trust in God stronger than my willingness to actually live like Christ?
And that’s when I remember: discernment is a gift. But it’s also a burden. It’s a burden to see clearly when others refuse. It’s a burden to open yourself up and ask hard questions when others settle for comfort. And sometimes it’s a burden to stay rooted in love when it’s so much easier to succumb to fear and power when those things seem to dominate every landscape.
Discernment means not turning off your brain for the sake of blind loyalty. It means testing the spirit of a thing, not just the appearance of it. And it means being willing to walk the lonelier road if it means staying true to yourself and your beliefs.
I don’t think I’m wrong to question. I think I’d be wrong if I didn’t.
My spiritual maturity isn’t about having unshakable certainty. It’s about humility and knowing that faith without love doesn’t reflect God or the way of Jesus, and that righteousness without justice is a lie.
Still, in the middle of all this, one thing remains true for me: I would rather die knowing I did the right thing—knowing I stood by people, defended the vulnerable, and loved others the way Jesus told us to—than to live every day obsessed with the afterlife and never do a single thing to help anyone while I’m here.
Because when the truth is revealed—and it always is—I want to know that I chose love, people and justice.
And I can live with that, even if I have to carry my questions along the way.
So much this!! I don't understand how people can claim to be Christians, but take away food and health insurance from the poorest among us to give to the grossly wealthy. I have been in the position to need SNAP and Medicaid, but I still was able to help feed a friend in need. I have always tried to live with empathy. I truly believe that people who have the least to give are the ones who end up giving with a true heart.
Amen, Malynda! You expressed every question that most of us have wrestled with. And like you, I refuse to let go of discernment, my common sense, and mostly, my reliance on the Holy Spirit. What we have in some American churches is the lack of discernment and groups of Christians wanting to "help" God in bringing about His end times, that they know nothing about. They don't read the Bible to grow and learn, but instead use it to punish/accuse others for "sins" they hate, all the while ignoring their own SINS!