Hospital For Sinners

Nobody likes to admit they were wrong—
especially when the thing they were wrong about became their identity.

That’s how toxic ideologies keep their grip.
They don’t just shape WHAT we believe.
They shape WHO we think we are.

So when the truth confronts that belief, it doesn’t feel helpful.
It feels personal. It feels like an attack. An insult.

That’s what cognitive dissonance is:
the mental tug-of-war between the facts in front of us
and the story we've staked our soul on.

And in that moment?
Most people don’t let go.
They dig in. Double down.

Not because it’s true—
but because letting go would cost too much.
Family. Community. Identity.
It’s not always stubbornness.
Sometimes it’s survival.

But here’s the hope:
The fever appears to be breaking.
Loyalty lines have been crossed.
A quiet exodus is underway.

People are walking away from what they once defended—
publicly, loudly, even “faithfully.”

So don’t mock the journey.
Don’t weaponize the past.
Don’t be the jerk who says, “Took you long enough.”

Jesus never did.

In His most famous parable, the prodigal son wandered.
But when he came home, the Father ran to him.

No lecture.
No guilt trip.
Just open arms.

Don’t be the older brother.
So obsessed with being right,
too busy being self-righteous
to see the redemption unfolding right in front of him.

Be like the Father.
See the humility it takes to admit you were misled.
See the courage it takes to walk away.

So celebrate their return. Celebrate their courage.

And please, for the sake of grace—make sure your door is still open.
Because no one can come home to a house boarded up with pride.

Jesus’s door is always open.
Is yours?

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This is one of those posts that I don't want to write but feel compelled to do so.

MTG's tweet wasn’t talking about a dictator or warmonger. She was—by all accounts—referring to the Pope.

She’s calling the death of Pope Francis a victory for God.

Let’s be clear: Pope Francis led over a billion Catholics around the world. He spoke often about caring for the poor, protecting immigrants, stewarding the planet, and humbling oneself—teachings that sound suspiciously like Jesus.

And that’s the problem.

MAGA Christianity doesn’t have a problem with religion. It just resists or discredits any faith leader who doesn’t serve their agenda.

They rolled their eyes at Pope Francis for talking about climate change instead of culture wars.

They dismissed Bishop Marianne Budde, who gently called Trump to account—not with vengeance, but with a call for mercy and moral responsibility.

They sideline any pastor, priest, or bishop who dares to call power to repentance instead of blessing its corruption.

This isn’t the Gospel. It’s a golden calf in red, white, and blue.

So when you claim that the hand of God is striking down your enemies, just be careful. Because if God’s hand really is moving, it might be coming for those who keep hijacking His name for power, vengeance, and political theater.

And when that hand swings, it won’t be to bless.

Two thieves hung beside Jesus.
Same pain. Same view. Same sentence.

But only one saw Jesus for who He really was.
One believed. One mocked—demanding a miracle.

The other simply asked: “Jesus, remember me when You come into Your Kingdom.” And Jesus, bloodied, gasping, dying… replied with the most unthinkable promise:
“Today, you will be with Me in paradise.”

No religion. No baptism. No Bible study. No church attendance. No moral résumé. Just a dying man who recognized Jesus... and asked.

Let that sink in. He had nothing left to offer but faith. And Jesus didn’t ask for anything more.

That’s the scandal of grace. The beauty of the cross.
That’s the hope of Good Friday.

You don’t need to clean yourself up first. You don’t need to have all the answers. You just need to see Jesus for who He is and accept Him.

This thief—this criminal—is the first person we’re told was promised heaven by Jesus Himself. Not a preacher. Not a priest. Not a disciple.

A thief.

Maybe that’s the point.

Because the story of Jesus was never about how good we are. It’s about how good He is.

So if you’re hanging by a thread today… feeling unworthy, unwanted, unseen—look again. There’s a Savior hanging right next to you. And He still says, “you will be with Me” to those who believe. To those who ask.

In honor of Good Friday, this page will go silent (on my end) until Easter morning. No posts. No replies. No distractions.

I encourage every believer reading this:
Spend time with God today to reflect. Pray. Be still.
Let the weight of the cross rest on your soul.
And let the beauty of Sunday reshape your heart.

See you at the empty tomb.