A school shooting in Evergreen. An assassination in Utah. A weekend in memoriam of 9/11.
Violence. Hatred. Fear.
It’s overwhelming, isn’t it? And everyone has an opinion. Peers, pundits, politicians—you don’t have to look far to find finger-pointing on both sides of the stage. Maybe it’s our way of trying to make sense of the senseless. But what if, instead of shouting louder, we simply asked: God, where are You in all of this?
This morning I heard a phrase that stopped me in my tracks: a culture gone mad. And honestly? That’s what it feels like. Our country is divided, confused, and sometimes it seems like we’ve lost God completely.
Yet I think about my own story. My marriage was once in ashes, scattered everywhere. And slowly—tenderly—God pieced it back together. If He could bring beauty from those ashes, could He not also bring beauty from the ruins of a nation?
Maybe what we’re living through is a kind of cultural winter.
Fall strips things bare.
Winter feels silent, harsh, even dead.
But deep in the soil, life is still hidden. And spring always comes.
And here’s the hope that steadies me: just like Easter comes every spring, resurrection is always on God’s calendar.
Even in silence, He is at work.
Even in barrenness, He is preparing new life.
So what if the invitation right now isn’t to fix it all—or even to understand it all?
What if it’s simply this:
✨ Be the good news.
✨ Be love.
✨ Be joy.
✨ Be light.
Because that’s what the world needs most. Not more anger. Not more division. But a reminder that the Spirit is still here. And revival is still possible.
💭 Question to Journal on:
Where in your life does it feel like winter right now—and how might God already be preparing a spring you can’t yet see?
🕊 Prayer:
Lord, in a world that feels heavy with violence and division, remind us that You are not absent. Teach us to be carriers of Your light when the darkness presses in. Help us trust that even in cultural winters, resurrection is coming. Make us instruments of peace, love, and hope—because You are still writing the story. Amen.
