Some
golden day, Jesus will come again. For the eager Christian, this is a beautiful
certainty. For the unbeliever, it sounds like a fable. Yet the difference
between those two positions is not emotion — it is truth.
“Jesus
in my place” is not a theory to the believer — it is a settled reality. A
finished work. A fixed anchor in the storm of time. But for the unbeliever,
eternity does not rest. It circles like a restless bird with nowhere to land —
where will I go, what awaits me, what if I am wrong? To live there is to live
suspended. Uncertainty becomes a quiet torment. Doubt does not visit; it moves
in. It clings closer than a brother and whispers when the room grows still. Not
knowing the truth about eternity is not intellectual neutrality — it is the
most dangerous snare a soul can walk into. Only one ground is solid.
Jesus. In my place.
The
difference becomes most evident when life reaches its edge. The saved face,
that moment with an anchor outside themselves — not in their own goodness, but
in Christ’s finished work. The lost stand with nothing but questions. One rests
on a promise already secured, the other stares into a future still undefined.
That contrast alone reveals the weight of the gospel. Salvation is not a
religious decoration for life — it is preparation for eternity.
That
is why Solomon cuts through every age, every culture, and every argument with
final authority:
“Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty
of man.”
—
Ecclesiastes 12:13
This
is humanity, addressed as a whole. We are not accidents wandering through
history — we are created beings acting within God’s story. He directs. We
respond. The villain seeks to disrupt, and disruption is exactly what we see
around us.
We
have reached a point where human opinion has crowned itself the final authority
over God. Solomon’s instruction is treated as outdated. Everyone now claims the
right to define godliness on their own terms. Men and women alike speak as if
they know better than the Creator, and entire movements claim divine
approval while rejecting divine order.
The
woke movement is not a harmless social trend. It is a theological claim dressed
in modern language. It claims that humanity can redefine morality, identity,
truth — and even God’s created order — without reference to God. Scripture is
explicit that order itself is not accidental. “So
God created man in his own image… male and female created he them” (Genesis
1:27). Creation is structured, intentional, and declared good by the Creator.
That
is not progress; it is the oldest rebellion in history repeating itself. Eden
already ran that experiment. The first crack in creation began with a question,
not a sword: “Yea, hath God said…?” (Genesis
3:1). The moment humanity places God’s word and God’s order on trial, it
re-enacts that ancient scene. Every age invents new vocabulary for it, but the
rebellion remains unchanged: the creature challenging the structure established
by the Creator.
Scripture
warns of what follows when that order is exchanged for human invention: “Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools… and
changed the truth of God into a lie” (Romans 1:22–25). When truth is
untethered from God, confusion is not liberation — it is a consequence.
When
any movement — woke or otherwise — speaks as if it has authority to revise
God’s design, it steps into territory reserved for the Creator alone. Sin does
not become righteous because it gains cultural approval. It remains what it has
always been: a breach of God’s order that required the death of Christ to
repair.
The
modern voice says sin is harmless, flexible, negotiable. Scripture says the
opposite. Sin cost Christ His life.
If
anyone believes God took sin lightly, they have not lingered long enough at the
cross.
The
depths to which the Father went to redeem sinners are almost beyond
comprehension. When I slow down long enough to consider it, I am floored.
Silenced. Paralysed by the magnitude of grace. That moment alone should shatter
every illusion that rebellion is small or trivial.
This
is not hatred of people. It is a refusal to lie about what destroys them. Grace
never denies reality; it confronts it so it can heal it.
So,
the plea is simple:
Set
aside prejudice. Ask God for grace. Ask to be freed from deception.
The
Bible must become the final authority again. We cannot carve out the parts we
prefer and discard the rest, pretending God will adjust to match our lifestyle.
Judgment is not a metaphor. It is a coming reality that no human escapes.
For
the Christian, the miracle is this: Christ has already stood in that judgment
in our place. The price has been paid. Yet that truth raises a piercing
question — are we content to remain in the very chains He died to break?
To
treat sin casually is to treat the cross casually. That warning applies to me
as much as to anyone reading this. Ignoring obedience reveals misplaced value. Grace
was never permission to remain enslaved.
To
those caught in the modern illusion that freedom means redefining God:
understand the severity of the lie. Repentance is not oppression. It is a rescue.
Sin promises liberation but delivers bondage. Christ promises surrender and
delivers freedom.
The
devil wants humanity to be comfortable in chains. Christ died to unlock them.
The
invitation still stands.
Fear
God. Keep His commandments. See the brilliance of a Creator who does not
enslave but redeems.
Signing off
Tyrone