Pick a side

Pick a side.

That’s the pressure. That’s the game.
Two boxes. Two extremes. Two choices.

You’re either for this or against that.
With them or with us.
A patriot or a traitor.
A heretic or a prophet.
A sellout or a savior.

But here’s the thing. Most of life doesn’t fit into two options.

Faith isn’t binary. Wisdom isn’t tribal.
And real people—honest, thoughtful, wrestling people—don’t always fit in clean, algorithm-approved categories.

Nuance isn’t weakness. Tension isn’t compromise.
Asking questions doesn’t mean you’re unsure of your convictions. It means you’ve done the hard work of thinking, praying, and seeking truth that isn’t handed to you by headlines or hashtags.

The older I get, the more I value quiet courage over loud certainty.

So no, I don’t always “pick a side.”
Sometimes I choose not to make a decision.
Sometimes I sit with the tension.
Sometimes I just try to be faithful to God and loving to people, even if that makes me harder to label.

Because the goal isn’t to be easy to define. The goal is to be rooted.

Don’t let the world force you into boxes Jesus never asked you to climb into.

“Behold, I am sending you out as sheep in the midst of wolves, so be wise as serpents and innocent as doves.” —Matthew 10:16