Today, my heart is heavy.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the world I’m living in. The way things are shifting — so quickly, so radically. It seems like each time I open my phone or scroll through headlines, there’s a new attack — not just on Christianity in general, but on those of us who actually try to live by the Word of God.
I’ve seen it in the classroom, in the workplace, even in family conversations. There’s this growing hostility — a sharp edge in the air — toward people who hold to biblical convictions. Somehow, we’ve gone from being seen as “old-fashioned” to being labeled as hateful, bigoted, even dangerous.
The irony is painful. The very people who preach tolerance and acceptance can’t seem to tolerate us. Not when we speak truth. Not when we draw lines. Not when we stand on the authority of Scripture rather than the ever-changing winds of cultural approval.
But Jesus told us this would happen.
In John 15:18-19, He said:
“If the world hates you, know that it has hated Me before it hated you. If you were of the world, the world would love you as its own; but because you are not of the world… therefore the world hates you.”
It still stings though. I’m not made of stone. I don’t enjoy being misunderstood or misrepresented. I don’t like being called names just because I believe God created two genders, that marriage is between a man and a woman, that life begins in the womb, or that Jesus is the only way to salvation.
But those are the “unwelcome convictions” that make progressive ideology bristle. They want a Christianity that conforms. A Jesus who agrees with their worldview. A Gospel stripped of repentance and truth. But that’s not real Christianity. That’s a counterfeit.
I read Isaiah 5:20 this morning, and it hit hard:
“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil,
who put darkness for light and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!”
That’s exactly what’s happening. We’re watching good be labeled as evil. Biblical love — the kind that tells the truth, even when it hurts — is being rebranded as “hate speech.” And evil is paraded in the name of “progress.” But it’s not progress if it walks away from God — it’s rebellion.
I had a conversation yesterday that’s still sitting with me. A friend from college messaged me out of the blue and asked why I “support oppression” because I’m still vocal about my faith. She said Christianity has caused pain and should evolve to reflect modern values. I tried to answer with gentleness and grace, but she wasn’t interested in a dialogue — just a monologue of outrage.
I wanted to cry afterward. Not because she disagreed with me — but because she’s blind and doesn’t even know it. And because deep down, I know the more I stand firm, the more opposition I’ll face.
But I can’t compromise truth just to be accepted. That’s not what Jesus did. That’s not what the apostles did. That’s not what faithful believers have ever done.
2 Timothy 3:12 warns us:
“Indeed, all who desire to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted.”
It’s not an if, it’s a when. And honestly, the more I reflect on that, the more peace I find. If they hated Him, they’ll hate us too. If they nailed truth to a cross, why would we expect to be applauded for proclaiming it?
This world isn’t our home. We’re ambassadors. Pilgrims. Salt and light in a culture that prefers decay and darkness.
Still… it hurts.
So tonight, I brought all of this before the Lord. I lit a candle, opened my Bible, and just sat quietly. And I prayed:
“Lord, give me courage. Not the kind that shouts or fights, but the kind that stands firm in the storm. Help me love those who hate what I believe. Help me speak truth in a world addicted to lies. Forgive me for the moments I’ve been silent to avoid conflict. Let me never be ashamed of the Gospel. Remind me, Jesus, that You were rejected first — and that in You, I have everything I need to endure. Let my life be marked not by fear, but by faithfulness. Amen.”
I feel calmer now. Not because things are better, but because I’ve laid them at His feet.
This isn’t the first time in history Christians have been despised. The early church faced imprisonment, exile, and even death. And yet the Gospel spread. Light always overcomes darkness.
I think about Paul and Silas singing hymns in a prison cell. About Stephen forgiving those who stoned him. About Jesus praying for the ones who nailed Him to a cross. That’s the spirit I want. Not bitterness. Not fear. Just bold, beautiful obedience.
It’s tempting to retreat. To go silent. To blend in. But then I remember Romans 1:16:
“For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes…”
This is why I have to keep speaking. Keep loving. Keep living in such a way that even those who hate my convictions will see something different — something divine.
If progressives can’t tolerate Christians, it may not be because we’re doing something wrong… but because we’re finally doing something right.
So I’ll press on. With truth in my mouth. Love in my heart. And Jesus at my side.
This world may reject me. But He never will.
And that’s enough.
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