Is it just me—or do others see it too? America is unraveling, not from a foreign army, but from decay within. Every headline tells the story: Looting sweeps Los Angeles. Shootings surge in Chicago. Migrants overwhelm our systems. Stores flee San Francisco. Schools preach ideology instead of truth. And our leaders boast that “things aren’t as bad as somewhere else,” as though comparing collapse could somehow justify it.
San Francisco—once the crown jewel of the West Coast—is now a city of broken glass and broken souls. New York is on the verge of choosing a Muslim man who promises “free everything,” funded by punishing those who still produce. California calls lawlessness compassion and funds failure by taxing the faithful. We are a nation that celebrates rebellion and calls it progress. We have exchanged the fear of God for the worship of self.
The liberal left preaches a gospel without God—a religion of self-rule. They promise peace without righteousness, compassion without law, and freedom without discipline.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn warned, “When men forget God, the devil takes over the stage.”
And that is exactly what we see. The same voices that riot against ICE for enforcing the law now cry for help when lawlessness devours their freedom. They shout, “defund the police,” then beg for protection when fear visits their door. They trade the truth of God for lies and wonder why their cities burn. When a nation removes God from its conscience, emotion replaces truth, and compassion becomes corruption.
C.S. Lewis once said, “We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst.”
We have become a nation mocking morality yet mourning its absence. Demanding equality but rejecting accountability. Claiming enlightenment while stumbling in darkness. Preach tolerance but cannot tolerate truth, promise heaven but create hell.
What does it look like when a nation truly turns to God for help? The best way I explain it that it is like a person coming clean from addiction. At first, it is agony—shaking, sweating, desperate for relief. Because repentance and change always has pain before it heals. When an addict decides to get free, the body cries out for the poison that is killing it. So too does a godless culture when confronted with truth. It resists correction, mocks conviction, and fights surrender. But those who endure the pain discover what they were always searching for: peace.
History has shown that when a nation turns back to God, it does not happen in comfort—it happens in crisis. It costs pride, and often, it costs blood. It takes courage to admit we were wrong. It takes discipline to rebuild what sin has destroyed. It takes faith to trust that God’s way—though hard—leads to healing.
But when we submit to God’s rule, the fog lifts. The heart clears. And what once felt like restriction becomes freedom. God’s order brings peace. His truth brings stability. His mercy restores what rebellion destroyed.
That is how change begins—Not with slogans or speeches, but with broken hearts bowing before a holy God.