The Prophets and Our Age of Political–Religious War

February 1, 2026.Reading time 9 minutes.

A collaboration between Lewis McLain & AI

The prophets are not museum pieces. They are not ancient scolds yelling at vanished empires. They are a diagnostic tradition—a long, demanding conversation in which God refuses to let belief, power, or suffering drift away from moral meaning. When societies fracture into political and religious camps convinced that the other side is the real problem, the prophetic voice does not retreat. Historically, it intensifies.

That is why the prophets feel uncomfortably contemporary.

Across Scripture, prophets arise not when faith disappears, but when faith becomes useful—useful to kings, movements, institutions, and identities. They appear when moral language is plentiful but moral coherence is thin; when worship continues, but trust is gone; when people still believe in God yet quietly suspect He is no longer doing anything.

That description fits our moment with unsettling accuracy.

Prophetic Times Are Always War Times

Every major prophetic era emerges amid conditions strikingly similar to our own:

Deep polarization.
Competing moral absolutes.
Religious institutions entangled with power.
A sense that everything important is at stake and nothing can be conceded.

In Scripture, prophets are not sent to calm those conditions. They are sent to interpret them.

They insist that history is not merely a contest of forces but a moral field in which actions accumulate consequences. They deny the comforting illusion that righteousness automatically belongs to one camp. Instead, they interrogate everyone—especially those most convinced of their own purity.

This is why prophets are never embraced by movements. Movements require loyalty. Prophets require truth.

The Prophets Would Not Choose Sides—They Would Examine Them

One of the most persistent modern misreadings of Scripture is the assumption that, if the prophets were alive today, they would be obviously aligned with our cause.

History says otherwise.

The prophets consistently rebuke:

Kings who invoke God while consolidating power
Priests who protect institutions at the expense of truth
Nations that confuse election with exemption
Movements that justify injustice by pointing to worse enemies

They oppose not only wicked outcomes but wicked reasoning. They dismantle the logic that says, “Because our cause is right, our methods are justified.”

In today’s terms, that means the prophets would unsettle:

The religious right when faith becomes a shield for power
The secular left when justice becomes unmoored from truth
Nationalists who confuse country with covenant
Activists who confuse outrage with righteousness

The prophetic voice is not left or right. It is vertical—aimed upward toward God and downward toward human behavior at the same time.

Our Moment Is Closest to Malachi’s

Among all prophetic settings, the moment of Malachi may be the closest parallel to our own.

Malachi does not speak into rebellion or exile. He speaks after the crisis has passed—after judgment, after return, after rebuilding. The Temple stands. Worship resumes. The people are back where they were supposed to be.

And yet something essential is missing.

What Malachi confronts is not unbelief, but disillusionment. A people who still practice faith but no longer expect transformation. A community that keeps the rituals while quietly renegotiating commitments—truth, marriage, leadership, justice—downward.

This is the most dangerous spiritual condition Scripture knows: not defiance, but cynical compliance.

That posture produces predictable results:

Leaders cut corners
Teaching becomes selective
Moral compromise becomes pragmatic
Faithfulness becomes negotiable

Malachi’s calm, disputational tone—“I have loved you.” “How?”—is precisely what a weary, post-trauma society requires. And it is precisely what our own moment resembles.

Prophets Versus the Politics of Absolute Innocence

Modern political and religious conflict is fueled by a single, corrosive assumption:
“Our side is righteous; therefore our actions require no restraint.”

The prophets exist to destroy that assumption.

They insist that:

You can be right in cause and wrong in conduct
You can oppose injustice unjustly
You can speak truth while violating covenant
God does not grade morality on a curve based on enemies

This is why prophets are hated by ideologues. Ideology requires moral immunity. Prophecy removes it.

In war times—cultural or literal—this makes prophets sound naïve to hardliners and cruel to idealists. They refuse the lie that hatred can be sanctified by the correctness of its target.

The Prophetic Warning About Religious Capture

One of the prophets’ most consistent warnings is this:
When religion fuses too tightly with political power, truth is the first casualty.

This does not mean faith should withdraw from public life. The prophets never advocate that. It means faith must never become dependent on power for relevance or protection.

They oppose:

State-approved righteousness
Temple systems that protect elites
Moral language used to silence critique

They would warn us today that:

When faith becomes a brand, it loses authority
When churches become political echo chambers, they stop being prophetic
When moral language is reduced to slogans, conscience atrophies

The prophets are not anti-institution. They are anti-corruption of institutions by fear and ambition.

Enemies, Evil, and Moral Restraint

In times of conflict, the prophets do something radical and deeply unpopular: they humanize enemies without excusing evil.

They condemn injustice.
They warn of judgment.
They call for repentance.

And still, they insist on restraint.

They refuse to let the existence of real evil justify the abandonment of moral coherence. They will not allow cruelty to masquerade as courage, or vengeance to pass as justice.

This is why prophetic ethics feel impractical during conflict. They slow down what war logic wants to accelerate.

What the Prophets Would Say to Religious People Today

Not “be louder.”
Not “take back the country.”
Not “withdraw and wait it out.”

They would say:

Guard truth more carefully than influence
Measure success by faithfulness, not victory
Stop explaining away moral compromise
Remember that God outlasts every regime
Refuse to mirror the behavior you condemn

This posture costs something. It always has. Prophets are rarely rewarded in their own time.

Why Prophetic Voices Are Rare in War Times

Because war—cultural or otherwise—rewards:

Certainty over humility
Loyalty over truth
Victory over integrity

Prophets offer none of these rewards. They offer clarity, accountability, and long memory.

That is why societies in conflict silence them, mock them, or domesticate them into harmless historical figures.

The Most Uncomfortable Prophetic Insight

Here it is, distilled:

The prophets were not sent because the wrong people were winning—
but because the right people were becoming unrecognizable.

That sentence applies with surgical accuracy to modern religious and political life.

How to Read the Prophets Faithfully Now

To read the prophets today is not to:

Find ammunition for culture-war arguments
Claim divine endorsement for policies
Prove that history is on your side

It is to ask:

Where have we confused conviction with cruelty?
Where have we defended truth while violating covenant?
Where have we mistaken being right for being faithful?

The prophets do not tell us how to win wars.

They tell us how to remain truthful, accountable, and human while living through them.

That, in every age—including ours—is the harder victory.

This is what I read on MLK’s Birthday

January 19, 2026.Reading time 57 minutes.

	AFRICAN STUDIES CENTER – UNIVERSITY OF PENNSYLVANIA
“Letter from a Birmingham Jail” Martin Luther King, Jr. 16 April 1963 My Dear Fellow Clergymen: While confined here in the Birmingham city jail, I came across your recent statement calling my present activities “unwise and untimely.” Seldom do I pause to answer criticism of my work and ideas. If I sought to answer all the criticisms that cross my desk, my secretaries would have little time for anything other than such correspondence in the course of the day, and I would have no time for constructive work. But since I feel that you are men of genuine good will and that your criticisms are sincerely set forth, I want to try to answer your statement in what I hope will be patient and reasonable terms. I think I should indicate why I am here in Birmingham, since you have been influenced by the view which argues against “outsiders coming in.” I have the honor of serving as president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, an organization operating in every southern state, with headquarters in Atlanta, Georgia. We have some eighty five affiliated organizations across the South, and one of them is the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights. Frequently we share staff, educational and financial resources with our affiliates. Several months ago the affiliate here in Birmingham asked us to be on call to engage in a nonviolent direct action program if such were deemed necessary. We readily consented, and when the hour came we lived up to our promise. So I, along with several members of my staff, am here because I was invited here. I am here because I have organizational ties here. But more basically, I am in Birmingham because injustice is here. Just as the prophets of the eighth century B.C. left their villages and carried their “thus saith the Lord” far beyond the boundaries of their home towns, and just as the Apostle Paul left his village of Tarsus and carried the gospel of Jesus Christ to the far corners of the Greco Roman world, so am I compelled to carry the gospel of freedom beyond my own home town. Like Paul, I must constantly respond to the Macedonian call for aid. Moreover, I am cognizant of the interrelatedness of all communities and states. I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens in Birmingham. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial “outside agitator” idea. Anyone who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider anywhere within its bounds. You deplore the demonstrations taking place in Birmingham. But your statement, I am sorry to say, fails to express a similar concern for the conditions that brought about the demonstrations. I am sure that none of you would want to rest content with the superficial kind of social analysis that deals merely with effects and does not grapple with underlying causes. It is unfortunate that demonstrations are taking place in Birmingham, but it is even more unfortunate that the city’s white power structure left the Negro community with no alternative. In any nonviolent campaign there are four basic steps: collection of the facts to determine whether injustices exist; negotiation; self purification; and direct action. We have gone through all these steps in Birmingham. There can be no gainsaying the fact that racial injustice engulfs this community. Birmingham is probably the most thoroughly segregated city in the United States. Its ugly record of brutality is widely known. Negroes have experienced grossly unjust treatment in the courts. There have been more unsolved bombings of Negro homes and churches in Birmingham than in any other city in the nation. These are the hard, brutal facts of the case. On the basis of these conditions, Negro leaders sought to negotiate with the city fathers. But the latter consistently refused to engage in good faith negotiation. Then, last September, came the opportunity to talk with leaders of Birmingham’s economic community. In the course of the negotiations, certain promises were made by the merchants–for example, to remove the stores’ humiliating racial signs. On the basis of these promises, the Reverend Fred Shuttlesworth and the leaders of the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights agreed to a moratorium on all demonstrations. As the weeks and months went by, we realized that we were the victims of a broken promise. A few signs, briefly removed, returned; the others remained. As in so many past experiences, our hopes had been blasted, and the shadow of deep disappointment settled upon us. We had no alternative except to prepare for direct action, whereby we would present our very bodies as a means of laying our case before the conscience of the local and the national community. Mindful of the difficulties involved, we decided to undertake a process of self purification. We began a series of workshops on nonviolence, and we repeatedly asked ourselves: “Are you able to accept blows without retaliating?” “Are you able to endure the ordeal of jail?” We decided to schedule our direct action program for the Easter season, realizing that except for Christmas, this is the main shopping period of the year. Knowing that a strong economic-withdrawal program would be the by product of direct action, we felt that this would be the best time to bring pressure to bear on the merchants for the needed change. Then it occurred to us that Birmingham’s mayoral election was coming up in March, and we speedily decided to postpone action until after election day. When we discovered that the Commissioner of Public Safety, Eugene “Bull” Connor, had piled up enough votes to be in the run off, we decided again to postpone action until the day after the run off so that the demonstrations could not be used to cloud the issues. Like many others, we waited to see Mr. Connor defeated, and to this end we endured postponement after postponement. Having aided in this community need, we felt that our direct action program could be delayed no longer. You may well ask: “Why direct action? Why sit ins, marches and so forth? Isn’t negotiation a better path?” You are quite right in calling for negotiation. Indeed, this is the very purpose of direct action. Nonviolent direct action seeks to create such a crisis and foster such a tension that a community which has constantly refused to negotiate is forced to confront the issue. It seeks so to dramatize the issue that it can no longer be ignored. My citing the creation of tension as part of the work of the nonviolent resister may sound rather shocking. But I must confess that I am not afraid of the word “tension.” I have earnestly opposed violent tension, but there is a type of constructive, nonviolent tension which is necessary for growth. Just as Socrates felt that it was necessary to create a tension in the mind so that individuals could rise from the bondage of myths and half truths to the unfettered realm of creative analysis and objective appraisal, so must we see the need for nonviolent gadflies to create the kind of tension in society that will help men rise from the dark depths of prejudice and racism to the majestic heights of understanding and brotherhood. The purpose of our direct action program is to create a situation so crisis packed that it will inevitably open the door to negotiation. I therefore concur with you in your call for negotiation. Too long has our beloved Southland been bogged down in a tragic effort to live in monologue rather than dialogue. One of the basic points in your statement is that the action that I and my associates have taken in Birmingham is untimely. Some have asked: “Why didn’t you give the new city administration time to act?” The only answer that I can give to this query is that the new Birmingham administration must be prodded about as much as the outgoing one, before it will act. We are sadly mistaken if we feel that the election of Albert Boutwell as mayor will bring the millennium to Birmingham. While Mr. Boutwell is a much more gentle person than Mr. Connor, they are both segregationists, dedicated to maintenance of the status quo. I have hope that Mr. Boutwell will be reasonable enough to see the futility of massive resistance to desegregation. But he will not see this without pressure from devotees of civil rights. My friends, I must say to you that we have not made a single gain in civil rights without determined legal and nonviolent pressure. Lamentably, it is an historical fact that privileged groups seldom give up their privileges voluntarily. Individuals may see the moral light and voluntarily give up their unjust posture; but, as Reinhold Niebuhr has reminded us, groups tend to be more immoral than individuals. We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed. Frankly, I have yet to engage in a direct action campaign that was “well timed” in the view of those who have not suffered unduly from the disease of segregation. For years now I have heard the word “Wait!” It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This “Wait” has almost always meant “Never.” We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that “justice too long delayed is justice denied.” We have waited for more than 340 years for our constitutional and God given rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jetlike speed toward gaining political independence, but we still creep at horse and buggy pace toward gaining a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say, “Wait.” But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six year old daughter why she can’t go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five year old son who is asking: “Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?”; when you take a cross county drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading “white” and “colored”; when your first name becomes “nigger,” your middle name becomes “boy” (however old you are) and your last name becomes “John,” and your wife and mother are never given the respected title “Mrs.”; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of “nobodiness”–then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair. I hope, sirs, you can understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience. You express a great deal of anxiety over our willingness to break laws. This is certainly a legitimate concern. Since we so diligently urge people to obey the Supreme Court’s decision of 1954 outlawing segregation in the public schools, at first glance it may seem rather paradoxical for us consciously to break laws. One may well ask: “How can you advocate breaking some laws and obeying others?” The answer lies in the fact that there are two types of laws: just and unjust. I would be the first to advocate obeying just laws. One has not only a legal but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws. I would agree with St. Augustine that “an unjust law is no law at all.” Now, what is the difference between the two? How does one determine whether a law is just or unjust? A just law is a man made code that squares with the moral law or the law of God. An unjust law is a code that is out of harmony with the moral law. To put it in the terms of St. Thomas Aquinas: An unjust law is a human law that is not rooted in eternal law and natural law. Any law that uplifts human personality is just. Any law that degrades human personality is unjust. All segregation statutes are unjust because segregation distorts the soul and damages the personality. It gives the segregator a false sense of superiority and the segregated a false sense of inferiority. Segregation, to use the terminology of the Jewish philosopher Martin Buber, substitutes an “I it” relationship for an “I thou” relationship and ends up relegating persons to the status of things. Hence segregation is not only politically, economically and sociologically unsound, it is morally wrong and sinful. Paul Tillich has said that sin is separation. Is not segregation an existential expression of man’s tragic separation, his awful estrangement, his terrible sinfulness? Thus it is that I can urge men to obey the 1954 decision of the Supreme Court, for it is morally right; and I can urge them to disobey segregation ordinances, for they are morally wrong. Let us consider a more concrete example of just and unjust laws. An unjust law is a code that a numerical or power majority group compels a minority group to obey but does not make binding on itself. This is difference made legal. By the same token, a just law is a code that a majority compels a minority to follow and that it is willing to follow itself. This is sameness made legal. Let me give another explanation. A law is unjust if it is inflicted on a minority that, as a result of being denied the right to vote, had no part in enacting or devising the law. Who can say that the legislature of Alabama which set up that state’s segregation laws was democratically elected? Throughout Alabama all sorts of devious methods are used to prevent Negroes from becoming registered voters, and there are some counties in which, even though Negroes constitute a majority of the population, not a single Negro is registered. Can any law enacted under such circumstances be considered democratically structured? Sometimes a law is just on its face and unjust in its application. For instance, I have been arrested on a charge of parading without a permit. Now, there is nothing wrong in having an ordinance which requires a permit for a parade. But such an ordinance becomes unjust when it is used to maintain segregation and to deny citizens the First-Amendment privilege of peaceful assembly and protest. I hope you are able to see the distinction I am trying to point out. In no sense do I advocate evading or defying the law, as would the rabid segregationist. That would lead to anarchy. One who breaks an unjust law must do so openly, lovingly, and with a willingness to accept the penalty. I submit that an individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for law. Of course, there is nothing new about this kind of civil disobedience. It was evidenced sublimely in the refusal of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego to obey the laws of Nebuchadnezzar, on the ground that a higher moral law was at stake. It was practiced superbly by the early Christians, who were willing to face hungry lions and the excruciating pain of chopping blocks rather than submit to certain unjust laws of the Roman Empire. To a degree, academic freedom is a reality today because Socrates practiced civil disobedience. In our own nation, the Boston Tea Party represented a massive act of civil disobedience. We should never forget that everything Adolf Hitler did in Germany was “legal” and everything the Hungarian freedom fighters did in Hungary was “illegal.” It was “illegal” to aid and comfort a Jew in Hitler’s Germany. Even so, I am sure that, had I lived in Germany at the time, I would have aided and comforted my Jewish brothers. If today I lived in a Communist country where certain principles dear to the Christian faith are suppressed, I would openly advocate disobeying that country’s antireligious laws. I must make two honest confessions to you, my Christian and Jewish brothers. First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action”; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a “more convenient season.” Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection. I had hoped that the white moderate would understand that law and order exist for the purpose of establishing justice and that when they fail in this purpose they become the dangerously structured dams that block the flow of social progress. I had hoped that the white moderate would understand that the present tension in the South is a necessary phase of the transition from an obnoxious negative peace, in which the Negro passively accepted his unjust plight, to a substantive and positive peace, in which all men will respect the dignity and worth of human personality. Actually, we who engage in nonviolent direct action are not the creators of tension. We merely bring to the surface the hidden tension that is already alive. We bring it out in the open, where it can be seen and dealt with. Like a boil that can never be cured so long as it is covered up but must be opened with all its ugliness to the natural medicines of air and light, injustice must be exposed, with all the tension its exposure creates, to the light of human conscience and the air of national opinion before it can be cured. In your statement you assert that our actions, even though peaceful, must be condemned because they precipitate violence. But is this a logical assertion? Isn’t this like condemning a robbed man because his possession of money precipitated the evil act of robbery? Isn’t this like condemning Socrates because his unswerving commitment to truth and his philosophical inquiries precipitated the act by the misguided populace in which they made him drink hemlock? Isn’t this like condemning Jesus because his unique God consciousness and never ceasing devotion to God’s will precipitated the evil act of crucifixion? We must come to see that, as the federal courts have consistently affirmed, it is wrong to urge an individual to cease his efforts to gain his basic constitutional rights because the quest may precipitate violence. Society must protect the robbed and punish the robber. I had also hoped that the white moderate would reject the myth concerning time in relation to the struggle for freedom. I have just received a letter from a white brother in Texas. He writes: “All Christians know that the colored people will receive equal rights eventually, but it is possible that you are in too great a religious hurry. It has taken Christianity almost two thousand years to accomplish what it has. The teachings of Christ take time to come to earth.” Such an attitude stems from a tragic misconception of time, from the strangely irrational notion that there is something in the very flow of time that will inevitably cure all ills. Actually, time itself is neutral; it can be used either destructively or constructively. More and more I feel that the people of ill will have used time much more effectively than have the people of good will. We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people. Human progress never rolls in on wheels of inevitability; it comes through the tireless efforts of men willing to be co workers with God, and without this hard work, time itself becomes an ally of the forces of social stagnation. We must use time creatively, in the knowledge that the time is always ripe to do right. Now is the time to make real the promise of democracy and transform our pending national elegy into a creative psalm of brotherhood. Now is the time to lift our national policy from the quicksand of racial injustice to the solid rock of human dignity. You speak of our activity in Birmingham as extreme. At first I was rather disappointed that fellow clergymen would see my nonviolent efforts as those of an extremist. I began thinking about the fact that I stand in the middle of two opposing forces in the Negro community. One is a force of complacency, made up in part of Negroes who, as a result of long years of oppression, are so drained of self respect and a sense of “somebodiness” that they have adjusted to segregation; and in part of a few middle-class Negroes who, because of a degree of academic and economic security and because in some ways they profit by segregation, have become insensitive to the problems of the masses. The other force is one of bitterness and hatred, and it comes perilously close to advocating violence. It is expressed in the various black nationalist groups that are springing up across the nation, the largest and best known being Elijah Muhammad’s Muslim movement. Nourished by the Negro’s frustration over the continued existence of racial discrimination, this movement is made up of people who have lost faith in America, who have absolutely repudiated Christianity, and who have concluded that the white man is an incorrigible “devil.” I have tried to stand between these two forces, saying that we need emulate neither the “do nothingism” of the complacent nor the hatred and despair of the black nationalist. For there is the more excellent way of love and nonviolent protest. I am grateful to God that, through the influence of the Negro church, the way of nonviolence became an integral part of our struggle. If this philosophy had not emerged, by now many streets of the South would, I am convinced, be flowing with blood. And I am further convinced that if our white brothers dismiss as “rabble rousers” and “outside agitators” those of us who employ nonviolent direct action, and if they refuse to support our nonviolent efforts, millions of Negroes will, out of frustration and despair, seek solace and security in black nationalist ideologies–a development that would inevitably lead to a frightening racial nightmare. Oppressed people cannot remain oppressed forever. The yearning for freedom eventually manifests itself, and that is what has happened to the American Negro. Something within has reminded him of his birthright of freedom, and something without has reminded him that it can be gained. Consciously or unconsciously, he has been caught up by the Zeitgeist, and with his black brothers of Africa and his brown and yellow brothers of Asia, South America and the Caribbean, the United States Negro is moving with a sense of great urgency toward the promised land of racial justice. If one recognizes this vital urge that has engulfed the Negro community, one should readily understand why public demonstrations are taking place. The Negro has many pent up resentments and latent frustrations, and he must release them. So let him march; let him make prayer pilgrimages to the city hall; let him go on freedom rides -and try to understand why he must do so. If his repressed emotions are not released in nonviolent ways, they will seek expression through violence; this is not a threat but a fact of history. So I have not said to my people: “Get rid of your discontent.” Rather, I have tried to say that this normal and healthy discontent can be channeled into the creative outlet of nonviolent direct action. And now this approach is being termed extremist. But though I was initially disappointed at being categorized as an extremist, as I continued to think about the matter I gradually gained a measure of satisfaction from the label. Was not Jesus an extremist for love: “Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.” Was not Amos an extremist for justice: “Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like an ever flowing stream.” Was not Paul an extremist for the Christian gospel: “I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus.” Was not Martin Luther an extremist: “Here I stand; I cannot do otherwise, so help me God.” And John Bunyan: “I will stay in jail to the end of my days before I make a butchery of my conscience.” And Abraham Lincoln: “This nation cannot survive half slave and half free.” And Thomas Jefferson: “We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal . . .” So the question is not whether we will be extremists, but what kind of extremists we will be. Will we be extremists for hate or for love? Will we be extremists for the preservation of injustice or for the extension of justice? In that dramatic scene on Calvary’s hill three men were crucified. We must never forget that all three were crucified for the same crime–the crime of extremism. Two were extremists for immorality, and thus fell below their environment. The other, Jesus Christ, was an extremist for love, truth and goodness, and thereby rose above his environment. Perhaps the South, the nation and the world are in dire need of creative extremists. I had hoped that the white moderate would see this need. Perhaps I was too optimistic; perhaps I expected too much. I suppose I should have realized that few members of the oppressor race can understand the deep groans and passionate yearnings of the oppressed race, and still fewer have the vision to see that injustice must be rooted out by strong, persistent and determined action. I am thankful, however, that some of our white brothers in the South have grasped the meaning of this social revolution and committed themselves to it. They are still all too few in quantity, but they are big in quality. Some -such as Ralph McGill, Lillian Smith, Harry Golden, James McBride Dabbs, Ann Braden and Sarah Patton Boyle–have written about our struggle in eloquent and prophetic terms. Others have marched with us down nameless streets of the South. They have languished in filthy, roach infested jails, suffering the abuse and brutality of policemen who view them as “dirty nigger-lovers.” Unlike so many of their moderate brothers and sisters, they have recognized the urgency of the moment and sensed the need for powerful “action” antidotes to combat the disease of segregation. Let me take note of my other major disappointment. I have been so greatly disappointed with the white church and its leadership. Of course, there are some notable exceptions. I am not unmindful of the fact that each of you has taken some significant stands on this issue. I commend you, Reverend Stallings, for your Christian stand on this past Sunday, in welcoming Negroes to your worship service on a nonsegregated basis. I commend the Catholic leaders of this state for integrating Spring Hill College several years ago. But despite these notable exceptions, I must honestly reiterate that I have been disappointed with the church. I do not say this as one of those negative critics who can always find something wrong with the church. I say this as a minister of the gospel, who loves the church; who was nurtured in its bosom; who has been sustained by its spiritual blessings and who will remain true to it as long as the cord of life shall lengthen. When I was suddenly catapulted into the leadership of the bus protest in Montgomery, Alabama, a few years ago, I felt we would be supported by the white church. I felt that the white ministers, priests and rabbis of the South would be among our strongest allies. Instead, some have been outright opponents, refusing to understand the freedom movement and misrepresenting its leaders; all too many others have been more cautious than courageous and have remained silent behind the anesthetizing security of stained glass windows. In spite of my shattered dreams, I came to Birmingham with the hope that the white religious leadership of this community would see the justice of our cause and, with deep moral concern, would serve as the channel through which our just grievances could reach the power structure. I had hoped that each of you would understand. But again I have been disappointed. I have heard numerous southern religious leaders admonish their worshipers to comply with a desegregation decision because it is the law, but I have longed to hear white ministers declare: “Follow this decree because integration is morally right and because the Negro is your brother.” In the midst of blatant injustices inflicted upon the Negro, I have watched white churchmen stand on the sideline and mouth pious irrelevancies and sanctimonious trivialities. In the midst of a mighty struggle to rid our nation of racial and economic injustice, I have heard many ministers say: “Those are social issues, with which the gospel has no real concern.” And I have watched many churches commit themselves to a completely other worldly religion which makes a strange, un-Biblical distinction between body and soul, between the sacred and the secular. I have traveled the length and breadth of Alabama, Mississippi and all the other southern states. On sweltering summer days and crisp autumn mornings I have looked at the South’s beautiful churches with their lofty spires pointing heavenward. I have beheld the impressive outlines of her massive religious education buildings. Over and over I have found myself asking: “What kind of people worship here? Who is their God? Where were their voices when the lips of Governor Barnett dripped with words of interposition and nullification? Where were they when Governor Wallace gave a clarion call for defiance and hatred? Where were their voices of support when bruised and weary Negro men and women decided to rise from the dark dungeons of complacency to the bright hills of creative protest?” Yes, these questions are still in my mind. In deep disappointment I have wept over the laxity of the church. But be assured that my tears have been tears of love. There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love. Yes, I love the church. How could I do otherwise? I am in the rather unique position of being the son, the grandson and the great grandson of preachers. Yes, I see the church as the body of Christ. But, oh! How we have blemished and scarred that body through social neglect and through fear of being nonconformists. There was a time when the church was very powerful–in the time when the early Christians rejoiced at being deemed worthy to suffer for what they believed. In those days the church was not merely a thermometer that recorded the ideas and principles of popular opinion; it was a thermostat that transformed the mores of society. Whenever the early Christians entered a town, the people in power became disturbed and immediately sought to convict the Christians for being “disturbers of the peace” and “outside agitators.”‘ But the Christians pressed on, in the conviction that they were “a colony of heaven,” called to obey God rather than man. Small in number, they were big in commitment. They were too God-intoxicated to be “astronomically intimidated.” By their effort and example they brought an end to such ancient evils as infanticide and gladiatorial contests. Things are different now. So often the contemporary church is a weak, ineffectual voice with an uncertain sound. So often it is an archdefender of the status quo. Far from being disturbed by the presence of the church, the power structure of the average community is consoled by the church’s silent–and often even vocal–sanction of things as they are. But the judgment of God is upon the church as never before. If today’s church does not recapture the sacrificial spirit of the early church, it will lose its authenticity, forfeit the loyalty of millions, and be dismissed as an irrelevant social club with no meaning for the twentieth century. Every day I meet young people whose disappointment with the church has turned into outright disgust. Perhaps I have once again been too optimistic. Is organized religion too inextricably bound to the status quo to save our nation and the world? Perhaps I must turn my faith to the inner spiritual church, the church within the church, as the true ekklesia and the hope of the world. But again I am thankful to God that some noble souls from the ranks of organized religion have broken loose from the paralyzing chains of conformity and joined us as active partners in the struggle for freedom. They have left their secure congregations and walked the streets of Albany, Georgia, with us. They have gone down the highways of the South on tortuous rides for freedom. Yes, they have gone to jail with us. Some have been dismissed from their churches, have lost the support of their bishops and fellow ministers. But they have acted in the faith that right defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. Their witness has been the spiritual salt that has preserved the true meaning of the gospel in these troubled times. They have carved a tunnel of hope through the dark mountain of disappointment. I hope the church as a whole will meet the challenge of this decisive hour. But even if the church does not come to the aid of justice, I have no despair about the future. I have no fear about the outcome of our struggle in Birmingham, even if our motives are at present misunderstood. We will reach the goal of freedom in Birmingham and all over the nation, because the goal of America is freedom. Abused and scorned though we may be, our destiny is tied up with America’s destiny. Before the pilgrims landed at Plymouth, we were here. Before the pen of Jefferson etched the majestic words of the Declaration of Independence across the pages of history, we were here. For more than two centuries our forebears labored in this country without wages; they made cotton king; they built the homes of their masters while suffering gross injustice and shameful humiliation -and yet out of a bottomless vitality they continued to thrive and develop. If the inexpressible cruelties of slavery could not stop us, the opposition we now face will surely fail. We will win our freedom because the sacred heritage of our nation and the eternal will of God are embodied in our echoing demands. Before closing I feel impelled to mention one other point in your statement that has troubled me profoundly. You warmly commended the Birmingham police force for keeping “order” and “preventing violence.” I doubt that you would have so warmly commended the police force if you had seen its dogs sinking their teeth into unarmed, nonviolent Negroes. I doubt that you would so quickly commend the policemen if you were to observe their ugly and inhumane treatment of Negroes here in the city jail; if you were to watch them push and curse old Negro women and young Negro girls; if you were to see them slap and kick old Negro men and young boys; if you were to observe them, as they did on two occasions, refuse to give us food because we wanted to sing our grace together. I cannot join you in your praise of the Birmingham police department. It is true that the police have exercised a degree of discipline in handling the demonstrators. In this sense they have conducted themselves rather “nonviolently” in public. But for what purpose? To preserve the evil system of segregation. Over the past few years I have consistently preached that nonviolence demands that the means we use must be as pure as the ends we seek. I have tried to make clear that it is wrong to use immoral means to attain moral ends. But now I must affirm that it is just as wrong, or perhaps even more so, to use moral means to preserve immoral ends. Perhaps Mr. Connor and his policemen have been rather nonviolent in public, as was Chief Pritchett in Albany, Georgia, but they have used the moral means of nonviolence to maintain the immoral end of racial injustice. As T. S. Eliot has said: “The last temptation is the greatest treason: To do the right deed for the wrong reason.” I wish you had commended the Negro sit inners and demonstrators of Birmingham for their sublime courage, their willingness to suffer and their amazing discipline in the midst of great provocation. One day the South will recognize its real heroes. They will be the James Merediths, with the noble sense of purpose that enables them to face jeering and hostile mobs, and with the agonizing loneliness that characterizes the life of the pioneer. They will be old, oppressed, battered Negro women, symbolized in a seventy two year old woman in Montgomery, Alabama, who rose up with a sense of dignity and with her people decided not to ride segregated buses, and who responded with ungrammatical profundity to one who inquired about her weariness: “My feets is tired, but my soul is at rest.” They will be the young high school and college students, the young ministers of the gospel and a host of their elders, courageously and nonviolently sitting in at lunch counters and willingly going to jail for conscience’ sake. One day the South will know that when these disinherited children of God sat down at lunch counters, they were in reality standing up for what is best in the American dream and for the most sacred values in our Judaeo Christian heritage, thereby bringing our nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the founding fathers in their formulation of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence. Never before have I written so long a letter. I’m afraid it is much too long to take your precious time. I can assure you that it would have been much shorter if I had been writing from a comfortable desk, but what else can one do when he is alone in a narrow jail cell, other than write long letters, think long thoughts and pray long prayers? If I have said anything in this letter that overstates the truth and indicates an unreasonable impatience, I beg you to forgive me. If I have said anything that understates the truth and indicates my having a patience that allows me to settle for anything less than brotherhood, I beg God to forgive me. I hope this letter finds you strong in the faith. I also hope that circumstances will soon make it possible for me to meet each of you, not as an integrationist or a civil-rights leader but as a fellow clergyman and a Christian brother. Let us all hope that the dark clouds of racial prejudice will soon pass away and the deep fog of misunderstanding will be lifted from our fear drenched communities, and in some not too distant tomorrow the radiant stars of love and brotherhood will shine over our great nation with all their scintillating beauty. Yours for the cause of Peace and Brotherhood, Martin Luther King, Jr. Published in: King, Martin Luther Jr. Page Editor: Ali B. Ali-Dinar, Ph.D.

The 400-Year Handoff Between the Last Prophet and the First Cry

January 13, 2026.Reading time 9 minutes.

The 400-Year Handoff

A collaboration between Lewis McLain & AI

The space between Book of Malachi and John the Baptist is often called the 400 years of silence. That phrase is tidy—and misleading. Nothing about those centuries was empty. Empires rose and fell. Languages fused. Roads were laid. Synagogues multiplied. Expectations hardened. What fell silent was not history, but prophecy.

Malachi speaks at the far edge of the Old Testament, when the temple stands again but the heart has not returned with it. He diagnoses a subtler sickness than idolatry: weariness with God. Worship continues, but reverence has thinned. Obedience is procedural. Faith has become a habit rather than a hope. Malachi does not end with comfort. He ends with a hinge: remember the Law—and watch for the messenger. The sentence is left open on purpose.

Then the voice stops.

Four centuries pass. No canonical prophet stands up to finish Malachi’s thought. Instead, the world is quietly prepared. Persia yields to Greece; Greece yields to Rome. Greek becomes the common tongue; Roman roads knit the Mediterranean into a single nervous system. Israel learns to survive without a king, without a prophet, without obvious rescue. Scripture is read aloud in synagogues; law is studied; expectation migrates from repentance to anticipation. Judgment, many hope, will fall on others.

Into that long, loaded quiet steps a man in the wilderness.

John the Baptist does not sound new. That is the shock. He sounds ancient—abrasive, urgent, unmistakably prophetic. He does not flatter the faithful or soothe the powerful. He says what Malachi warned would need saying again: turn. Repentance first. Preparation before presence. The wilderness becomes the pulpit because the temple has grown too comfortable to hear.

To see the bridge clearly, imagine the handoff—not as a meeting in time, but as an exchange across it.

At the edge of silence, Malachi stands with the last word he was allowed to speak. Across the centuries, a voice gathers breath.

Malachi: I left the door open because it could not be closed with ink.
John: Then I will stand in the dust and finish the sentence.
Malachi: They mistook patience for absence.
John: Then I will tell them the waiting is over.
Malachi: I warned them the Lord would come suddenly.
John: And I will tell them to prepare—now.
Malachi: Fire is coming.
John: Then let it begin with cleansing.

The conversation is imagined, but the continuity is real. John does not introduce a new agenda; he reopens an unfinished one. Malachi promised a messenger “in the spirit of Elijah.” John arrives wearing that spirit plainly—unpolished, unafraid, uninterested in approval. He is not the destination; he is the threshold. His success will be measured by his disappearance.

And then comes the One John points to—Jesus Christ—the Lord Malachi said would come to His temple. Suddenly. Searching. Refining. The bridge does not end with John; it delivers history into its next act.

The genius of the 400-year handoff is that it reveals how God works when people stop listening. He does not shout louder. He prepares longer. When prophecy pauses, formation continues. When words cease, conditions ripen. The silence is not abandonment; it is orchestration.

Malachi closes the Old Testament facing backward and forward at once—anchored in Moses, aimed toward a messenger. John opens the New Testament doing the same—rooted in the prophets, pointing beyond himself. Between them stretches not a void, but a runway.

The handoff succeeds because it was never about eloquence or timing alone. It was about readiness. When John cries out, some hearts break instead of bristle. A remnant responds. The bridge holds.

And that is the quiet miracle of the 400 years: when the voice finally returns, it finds ears—scarce, imperfect, but ready enough for history to move again.

Who Wrote Book of Malachi if Not “Malachi”?

The short answer is: we don’t know—and many theologians think that’s intentional.
The longer answer is that scholars have proposed a few serious, restrained possibilities, none of which undermine the book’s authority or clarity.

The Main Scholarly Views

1. An Anonymous Prophet (“My Messenger” as a Title)

This is the majority scholarly position.

Malachi means “my messenger”
The book opens: “The oracle of the word of the Lord… by my messenger”
The prophet never gives a personal name, genealogy, or origin (unusual for prophets)

Many theologians believe Malachi functions more like:

“The Oracle according to the Messenger”
or “The Message of the Lord, delivered by His messenger”

In this view, the prophet deliberately recedes so the focus stays on:

God’s covenant lawsuit
the coming future messenger
the message rather than the man

This fits the book’s tone perfectly.

2. A Temple-Affiliated Prophet (Post-Exilic Reformer)

Another common view is that the author was:

a known but unnamed prophetic figure
closely tied to the Second Temple
likely contemporary with Ezra and Nehemiah

The issues Malachi addresses—
corrupt priests, improper sacrifices, divorce, tithes—
line up almost exactly with the reforms described in Nehemiah 13.

Because of this overlap, scholars often say:

Malachi sounds like the prophetic voice behind Nehemiah’s reforms.

Not the governor. Not the scribe.
But the conscience pressing them.

3. A Prophetic “School” or Editorial Tradition (Minor View)

A smaller group of scholars suggest the book may reflect:

a prophetic circle or school
preserving and shaping the message of a known preacher
similar to how some Psalms or wisdom texts developed

This view explains:

the tight structure
the disputation style (God speaks → people object → God answers)
the lack of personal narrative

But even here, scholars agree the book reflects a single coherent prophetic voice, not a patchwork.

Who It Is Probably Not

Not Ezra himself (different role, different literary style)
Not Nehemiah (administrator, not prophet)
Not a later Hellenistic editor (language and theology are firmly Persian-period)

Why the Anonymity May Be the Point

Malachi is the last prophetic voice before centuries of silence.

Ending the Old Testament with:

an unnamed messenger
promising another messenger
pointing beyond himself

is almost certainly deliberate.

The book says, in effect:

Do not look for the prophet.
Look for the One he points to.

That makes Malachi less a signature and more a signpost.

In One Clear Sentence

Most theologians believe the Book of Malachi was written by an anonymous post-exilic prophet, likely connected to the temple reforms of Ezra and Nehemiah, with “Malachi” serving as a theological title—“my messenger”—rather than a personal name, fitting for the final prophetic voice before John the Baptist.

It’s a quiet ending—on purpose.

January 11 and the Long Memory of the Church

January 11, 2026.Reading time 6 minutes.

A collaboration between Lewis McLain & AI

January 11 is not a date that shouts. It doesn’t clang with bells like Christmas or blaze with candles like Easter. Instead, it stands quietly at the hinge of the Christian year, often bearing the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord, the moment when the Church turns from the mystery of Christ’s birth to the meaning of his mission. Historically, this date gathers together theology, liturgy, and the lived practices of the early Church in a way that is subtle—but foundational.

From Epiphany to the Jordan

In the earliest centuries, the Church did not separate Christmas, Epiphany, and the Baptism of the Lord as neatly as later calendars would. Epiphany—the “appearing” or manifestation of God in Christ—was originally a single, sweeping celebration. It included the visit of the Magi, the wedding at Cana, and, crucially, the baptism of Jesus in the Jordan River.

By late antiquity, Western Christianity began to distribute these themes across the calendar, while Eastern churches retained a more unified Epiphany focus on baptism. January 11, when it hosts the Baptism of the Lord, thus echoes this ancient layering: a reminder that Christ is revealed not only in a manger, but in water, voice, and Spirit.

The Gospel accounts describe Jesus Christ stepping into the Jordan to be baptized by John the Baptist—an act that puzzled early theologians. Why would the sinless submit to a baptism of repentance? The Church Fathers answered not with logic alone, but with poetry and paradox: Christ enters the waters not to be cleansed, but to cleanse them.

Baptism Before There Were Baptisteries

For the early Church, this event was not merely historical; it was instructional. Baptism was the doorway into Christian life, often performed in rivers, lakes, or communal baths. Converts descended naked into the water, symbolically dying to their former life, and rose to be clothed in white—an enacted theology that echoed Christ’s own descent and rising.

January 11 therefore became a catechetical moment. Sermons preached around this feast explained what baptism meant: death and rebirth, adoption into God’s family, and incorporation into a community that spanned heaven and earth. This is why ancient lectionaries pair the Baptism of the Lord with readings about light, calling, and divine sonship. The Church was teaching people who they were, not merely what they believed.

The Voice, the Dove, and the Trinity

Church history shows a growing theological depth attached to this feast. By the fourth century, writers like Gregory of Nazianzus emphasized that Christ’s baptism is one of the clearest Trinitarian moments in Scripture: the Son in the water, the Spirit descending like a dove, and the Father’s voice declaring, “You are my beloved Son.”

This mattered profoundly in centuries when the Church was clarifying doctrine against confusion and heresy. January 11 was not abstract theology; it was a calendar-anchored confession of who God is. Long before creeds were memorized by congregations, the liturgical year taught doctrine by repetition and rhythm.

Saints Who Lived the Meaning

January 11 also carries the memory of saints whose lives embodied baptismal commitment. Among them is Theodosius the Cenobiarch, a fifth-century monastic leader who organized communal monastic life in Palestine. His title, “Cenobiarch,” means ruler of the common life—a reminder that baptism was never meant to be private spirituality. It was a public reorientation of life toward discipline, service, and shared obedience.

The Church’s habit of pairing major theological feasts with saint commemorations is not accidental. Doctrine becomes flesh in people. Baptismal vows take shape in monasteries, parishes, hospitals, and households.

January 11 as a Threshold

Historically, January 11 marks a turning. The Christmas cycle closes. Ordinary Time approaches. The infant in the manger is now revealed as the Son sent into the world. In church history, this date has functioned as a kind of spiritual handoff—from wonder to work, from revelation to responsibility.

The Church has long understood that faith cannot live forever in the glow of Christmas light. It must step into colder water. January 11 reminds Christians that the story does not move from birth straight to glory, but through obedience, humility, and vocation.

In that sense, this quiet date carries enormous weight. It tells the Church, year after year, that Christianity begins not with achievement, but with descent—into water, into community, into a calling that unfolds across time.

Happy Birthday to sister-in-law, Diane!

Nathan and the Courage to Speak Truth to Power

December 14, 2025.Reading time 11 minutes.

A collaboration between Lewis McLain & AI

Few moments in ancient literature capture the moral courage required to speak truth to power as vividly as the encounter between the prophet Nathan and King David. The scene is brief, almost understated, yet it exposes a problem as old as authority itself: what happens when power no longer hears the truth.

David, at this point in the biblical story, is not a fragile leader. He is Israel’s greatest king—military hero, national symbol, and political success. His reign is stable. His enemies are subdued. His legitimacy is unquestioned. That success, however, has begun to insulate him from accountability.¹

The Bible does not soften what happens next, and it is worth telling plainly.

What David Did

One evening, David notices a woman bathing from the roof of his palace. He learns she is married to one of his own soldiers, a man currently fighting on the front lines. David summons her anyway. As king, his request carries force whether spoken gently or not. She becomes pregnant.²

David now faces exposure. Instead of confessing, he attempts to manage the situation. He recalls the husband from battle, hoping circumstances will hide the truth. When that fails, David escalates. He sends the man back to war carrying a sealed message to the commanding general—an order placing him where the fighting is fiercest and support will be withdrawn.³

The man is killed.

The machinery of power functions smoothly. No inquiry follows. David marries the widow. From the outside, the matter disappears. Politically, the problem is solved. Morally, it has only been buried.

This is the danger Scripture names without hesitation: power does not merely enable wrongdoing; it can normalize it.

Why Nathan Matters

Nathan enters the story not as a revolutionary or rival, but as a prophet—someone whose authority comes from obedience to God rather than proximity to the throne. He is not part of David’s chain of command. He does not benefit from David’s favor. That independence is everything.⁴

Nathan does not accuse David directly. Instead, he tells a story.

He describes two men in a town. One is rich, with vast flocks. The other is poor, possessing only a single lamb—so cherished it eats at his table and sleeps in his arms. When a guest arrives, the rich man does not draw from his abundance. He takes the poor man’s lamb instead.⁵

David is outraged. As king, he pronounces judgment swiftly and confidently. The man deserves punishment. Restitution. Consequences.

Then Nathan speaks the words that collapse the distance between story and reality:

**“You are the man.”**⁶

In an instant, David realizes he has judged himself. Nathan names the facts plainly: David used his power to take what was not his, destroyed a loyal man to conceal it, and assumed his position placed him beyond accountability.

This is not a trap meant to humiliate. It is truth delivered with precision. Nathan allows David’s own moral instincts—still intact beneath layers of authority—to render the verdict.

Speaking Truth to Power Is Dangerous

Nathan’s courage should not be underestimated. Kings do not respond kindly to exposure. Many prophets were imprisoned or killed for far less. Nathan risks his position, his safety, and possibly his life. He cannot know how David will react. Faithfulness here is not measured by outcome but by obedience.⁷

Speaking truth to power is rarely loud. It is rarely celebrated. It requires proximity without dependence, clarity without cruelty, and courage without illusion. Nathan does not shout from outside the palace gates. He walks directly into the seat of power and speaks.

David’s response is remarkable precisely because it is not guaranteed:

*“I have sinned against the Lord.”*⁸

Repentance does not erase consequences. Nathan makes that clear. Forgiveness and accountability coexist. The Bible refuses to confuse mercy with immunity.⁹

Why This Story Still Matters

This encounter reveals something essential about power: authority tends to surround itself with affirmation and silence. Over time, wrongdoing becomes justified, then invisible. Institutions close ranks. Loyalty replaces truth. Image replaces integrity.

Nathan represents the indispensable outsider—the one who loves truth more than access and justice more than comfort. He does not seek to destroy David. He seeks to save him from becoming a king who can no longer hear.

Scripture does not present leaders as villains by default. It presents them as dangerous precisely because they are human. Power magnifies both virtue and vice. Without truth, it corrodes.¹⁰

The Broken Hallelujah

This is where Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah belongs—not as ornament, but as interpretation.

The song opens with David’s musical gift, his calling, his nearness to God:

“Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord…”

But Cohen does not linger there. He moves quickly to the roof, the bath, the fall:

“You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.”

Cohen refuses to romanticize David any more than Nathan does. He understands that David’s story is not primarily about victory, but about collapse and confession. And he understands something many listeners miss: praise spoken after exposure cannot sound the same as praise spoken before it.

That is why the refrain matters:

“It’s a broken hallelujah.”

A cheap hallelujah is easy—praise without truth, worship without repentance, confidence without cost. It thrives where power is affirmed but never confronted.¹¹

A broken hallelujah is what remains when illusion is stripped away. It is praise that has passed through judgment. It is faith no longer dependent on image, position, or success. It is what David offers in Psalm 51, after Nathan leaves and the consequences remain.¹²

Nathan does not end David’s worship. He saves it from becoming hollow.

For Our Time

Nathan’s story is not ancient trivia. It is a permanent challenge.

Every generation builds systems that reward silence and discourage dissent—governments, corporations, churches, universities, families. Power still resists accountability. Truth still carries a cost. And praise without honesty still rings empty.

Speaking truth to power does not guarantee reform. It guarantees integrity.

Nathan spoke. David listened. And centuries later, a songwriter captured what that moment sounds like from the inside—not triumphant, not resolved, but honest.

Not every hallelujah is joyful.
Some are whispered.
Some are broken.
And those may be the ones worth hearing most.

Scripture References & Notes

David’s power and success: 2 Samuel 5–10
Bathsheba episode begins: 2 Samuel 11:1–5
Uriah’s death order: 2 Samuel 11:14–17
Nathan as prophet to David: 2 Samuel 7; 2 Samuel 12
Nathan’s parable: 2 Samuel 12:1–4
“You are the man”: 2 Samuel 12:7
Prophetic risk: cf. 1 Kings 18; Jeremiah 20:1–2
David’s confession: 2 Samuel 12:13
Consequences despite forgiveness: 2 Samuel 12:10–14
Power and accountability theme: Proverbs 29:2; Psalm 82
Empty worship critique: Isaiah 1:11–17; Amos 5:21–24
David’s broken praise: Psalm 51:16–17

Hallelujah

Song by Leonard Cohen ‧ 1984

Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor falls, the major lifts
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light in every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Leonard Cohen / Theresa Christina Calonge De Sa Mattos

When Faith is Slipping

December 10, 2025.Reading time 10 minutes.

A collaboration between Lewis McLain & AI
A long answer to a short question from Tuesday Morning Men’s Bible Study

“Granddad… my faith is slipping.”

“Granddad, can I tell you something and you won’t think less of me?
I feel like my faith in God is slipping away. I’ve prayed—truly prayed—for our family to heal, for hearts to soften, for conversations about the Lord to open again. These aren’t selfish prayers. They’re for relationships to be mended, for love to return, for estrangements to disappear.

But nothing changes.
Some hearts grow colder.
And any mention of God shuts everything down.

Why doesn’t God answer these good prayers?
Why is He silent when the need is so great?
I don’t want to lose my faith, Granddad…
but I don’t know how much more silence or tension I can take.”

**THE GRANDFATHER’S ANSWER:

A Loving Reassurance About the Awakening—The Kairos Moment God Has Appointed**

Come here, child. Sit beside me.
I want to tell you something about God’s timing, something Scripture calls kairos—the appointed moment, the perfectly chosen hour when God reaches the heart in a way no human effort ever could.

Before any other story, let’s start with the one Jesus Himself told.

THE PRODIGAL SON: THE PATTERN OF ALL AWAKENINGS

(Luke 15:11–24)

A young man demands his inheritance, leaves home, and wastes everything in reckless living (vv. 12–13). When famine comes, he takes the lowest job imaginable—feeding pigs—and even longs to eat their food (vv. 14–16).

Then comes the sentence that describes every true spiritual awakening:

“But when he came to himself…” (Luke 15:17)

That is the kairos moment.

What exactly happened in that moment?

Reality shattered illusion.
He saw his condition honestly for the first time.
Memory returned.
He remembered his father’s goodness.
Identity stirred.
He realized, “This is not who I am.”
Hope flickered.
“My father’s servants have bread enough…”
The will turned.
“I will arise and go to my father.” (v. 18)

Notice something important:

No one persuaded him.
No sermon reached him.
No family member argued with him.
No timeline pressured him.

His awakening came when the Father’s timing made his heart ready.

The father in the story doesn’t chase him into the far country.
He waits. He watches. He trusts the process of grace.

And “while he was still a long way off,” the father sees him and runs (v. 20).

Why this matters for your prayers:

You’re praying for the very thing Jesus describes here.
But the awakening of a heart—any heart—comes as God’s gift, in God’s hour, through God’s patient love.

The Prodigal Son shows us:
God can change a life in a single moment.
But He decides when that moment arrives.

This is the foundation.
Now let me walk you through the other stories that prove this pattern again and again.

1. Jacob at Peniel — The Wrestling That Revealed His True Self

(Genesis 32:22–32)

Jacob spent years relying on himself. But his heart did not change—
not through blessings,
not through hardship,
not through distance.

Only when God wrestled him in the night and touched his hip (v. 25) did Jacob awaken.

This was his kairos:

When his strength failed, his faith was born.

He limped away, but walked new—
with a new name, a new identity, and a new dependence on God.

2. Nebuchadnezzar — One Glance That Restored His Sanity

(Daniel 4:28–37)

After years of pride, exile, and madness, his turning point wasn’t long or gradual. It happened in one second:

“I lifted my eyes to heaven, and my sanity was restored.” (Dan. 4:34)

The moment he looked up was the moment God broke through.

Kairos is when God uses a single upward glance to undo years of blindness.

3. Jonah — The Awakening in the Deep

(Jonah 2)

Jonah ran from God’s call until he reached the bottom of the sea. Only there, trapped in the fish, did Scripture say:

“When my life was fainting away, I remembered the LORD.” (Jonah 2:7)

That remembering?
That was kairos.

When every escape ended, God opened his eyes.

4. David — Truth Striking in One Sentence

(2 Samuel 12; Psalm 51)

Nathan’s story awakened what months of hidden sin could not.
When Nathan said, “You are the man” (2 Sam. 12:7), David’s heart broke open.

He went from blindness to confession instantly:

“I have sinned against the LORD.” (v. 13)

Psalm 51 pours out the repentance birthed in that moment.

Kairos often comes through truth spoken at the one moment God knows the heart can receive it.

5. Peter — The Rooster’s Cry and Jesus’ Look

(Luke 22:54–62)

After Peter’s third denial, Scripture says:

“The Lord turned and looked at Peter.” (v. 61)

That look shattered Peter’s fear and self-deception.

He went out and wept bitterly—
not because he was condemned,
but because he was awakened.

Kairos can be a look, a memory, a sound—something only God can time.

6. Saul — A Heart Reversed on the Damascus Road

(Acts 9:1–19)

Saul was not softening.
He was escalating.

But Jesus met him at the crossroads and asked:

“Why are you persecuting Me?” (v. 4)

That question was a divine appointment—the moment Saul’s life reversed direction forever.

Kairos is when Jesus interrupts a story we thought was going one way and writes a new one.

7. What All These Stories Teach About Kairos Moments

Across all Scripture, kairos moments share the same attributes:

1. They are God-timed.

We cannot rush them. (Ecclesiastes 3:11)

2. They are God-initiated.

Awakenings are born of revelation, not persuasion. (John 6:44)

3. They break through illusion and restore reality.

“Coming to himself” means the heart finally sees truth. (Luke 15:17)

4. They lead to movement toward God.

Every awakening ends with a step homeward.

Your prayers are not being ignored.
They are being gathered into the moment God is preparing.

8. Why This Matters for Your Family

You are praying for softened hearts, restored relationships, spiritual awakening.
Those are kairos prayers, not chronos prayers.

Chronos is slow.
Kairos is sudden.

Chronos waits.
Kairos transforms.

You can’t see it yet, but God is preparing:

circumstances
conversations
memories
encounters
turning points

just like the father of the prodigal knew that hunger, hardship, and reflection would eventually lead his son home.

The father didn’t lose hope.
He didn’t chase the son into the far country.
He trusted that God’s timing would bring his child to the awakening moment.

You must do the same.

**9. Take Courage, Sweetheart:

The God Who Awakened Prodigals Will Awaken Hearts Again**

The Prodigal Son’s turning point didn’t look like a miracle.
It looked like ordinary hunger.

David’s looked like a story.
Peter’s looked like a rooster.
Saul’s looked like a question.
Nebuchadnezzar’s looked like a glance.
Jonah’s looked like despair.
Jacob’s looked like a limp.

Kairos moments rarely look divine at first.
But they are.

And when God moves, hearts—no matter how hard—can turn in a single breath.

Don’t lose faith, child.
The silence is not God’s absence.
It is God’s preparation.

And when your family’s kairos moment comes,
you will say what the father in Jesus’ story said:

“This my child was dead, and is alive again;
was lost, and is found.” (Luke 15:24)

Until then, hold on.
Your prayers are planting seeds that God will awaken in His perfect time.

Come to Me as a Child: The Invitation from Christ and Its Meaning Today

October 26, 2025.Reading time 8 minutes.

A collaboration between Lewis McLain & AI

Introduction: The Most Disarming Invitation

Of all the invitations Jesus ever gave, none is more tender or more revealing than His call to “Let the little children come to Me.” In a world that prized power, rank, and age, Jesus placed a child in the midst of grown men and declared that the way into His Kingdom was not through merit, intellect, or strength—but through simplicity of heart. The Gospels record this lesson several times (Matthew 18:1-5; 19:13-15; Mark 10:13-16; Luke 18:15-17), which tells us how central it is to the heart of the Christian life.

The Scene: Greatness Redefined

In Matthew 18, the disciples were debating who would be greatest in heaven. Their conversation revealed an adult obsession with comparison and hierarchy. Jesus interrupted their ambitions by calling over a small child—someone overlooked, unranked, and powerless.

“Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 18:3)

In one sentence, Jesus inverted the value system of His listeners. Greatness, He said, begins with humility. To “become like children” is to admit dependence and trust rather than display status. The Kingdom of God is not climbed into; it is received with open hands.

Reflection Questions

What ambitions or comparisons most distract you from a childlike faith?
How do humility and dependence challenge our culture’s idea of success?
In what ways might “becoming smaller” actually enlarge your soul?

The Heart of the Matter: Childlike, Not Childish

Jesus did not praise immaturity, ignorance, or naivety. He praised childlikeness—qualities of heart that adults tend to lose: trust, wonder, forgiveness, curiosity, and the ability to be taught. A child depends without shame, asks without hesitation, and forgives without keeping score. These traits mirror the faith that connects us to God.

When He said, “Anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it” (Mark 10:15), Jesus was describing an approach, not an age. The requirement is not to remain small but to remain soft—humble enough to receive grace instead of earning it.

Reflection Questions

Which childlike quality—trust, wonder, forgiveness, curiosity—do you find hardest to retain?
How can you cultivate teachability before God this week?
What would your worship look like if you came with that childlike heart?

The Blessing: His Hands on the Children

In both Mark 10 and Matthew 19, people brought children to Jesus, and the disciples tried to push them away. Perhaps they thought He had more important work to do. But Jesus became indignant—a rare word for His righteous anger. He insisted, “Do not hinder them.” He gathered the children into His arms, laid His hands on them, and blessed them.

That gesture still defines the heart of Christian ministry. To hinder a child—by neglect, cynicism, or hardness—is to obstruct the very image of faith God desires. Every time the Church welcomes the least, protects the vulnerable, or teaches with gentleness, it reenacts that moment of blessing.

Reflection Questions

Who in your life might be “hindered” from coming to Jesus by neglect or discouragement?
How can your words or presence become an open invitation instead?
What practical steps could your church take to bless children and the childlike?

The Application: What It Means Today

1. Trust Over Control

Modern life prizes control—plans, schedules, data, mastery. Yet the Gospel calls us to trust. A child steps forward because the parent’s voice is enough. To follow Jesus is to release the illusion of control and to rest in His character.

2. Wonder Over Cynicism

Children see beauty where adults see routine. Faith flourishes when we regain our sense of wonder—when sunrise, Scripture, and song awaken gratitude instead of fatigue. Cynicism may sound sophisticated, but it cannot worship.

3. Relationship Over Performance

Children do not earn their place at the table; they belong by birth and love. In the same way, believers are accepted not by performance but by adoption into God’s family. Our worth is not negotiated—it is bestowed.

4. Presence Over Hurry

A child notices the moment; an adult is often elsewhere. Jesus invited children to come to Him—a call to be present. Prayer and worship are not tasks but encounters. To come as a child is to arrive unhurried, eager, and attentive.

Reflection Questions

Where in your life are you trying to control what only God can direct?
When was the last time you paused to experience pure wonder before God?
How can you practice “presence over hurry” in your daily prayer or worship?

The Challenge: Becoming Small in a Big World

It is striking that Jesus did not tell the children to become like the disciples, but the disciples to become like the children. In every generation, the Church is tempted to mirror worldly hierarchies—titles, influence, eloquence, size. But the Kingdom belongs to those who kneel, not to those who climb. To be childlike is not to be weak but to be free from pretense. It is the posture that allows grace to enter.

Reflection Questions

Where might pride or performance still keep you from kneeling?
How does God invite you to rest in grace rather than achievement?
What would your leadership, parenting, or ministry look like if shaped by childlike humility?

**I love you, Ben, and will always be by your side.**

Conclusion: The Open Arms of Christ

When Jesus said, “Let the little children come to Me,” He was not limiting His invitation to a specific age. He was revealing the doorway of heaven. The arms that once cradled children on a Galilean hillside would soon stretch open on a cross to welcome all of God’s children home.

To come as a child is to come with empty hands, honest eyes, and an open heart. In that humility, we find not only the entrance to the Kingdom—but the embrace of the King Himself.

A Prayer of Childlike Faith

Lord Jesus,
Teach me to come to You not with pride but with peace,
not with credentials but with curiosity.
Make my heart soft again—able to wonder, to trust, to forgive.
Strip away the layers of cynicism that I have called wisdom,
and restore to me the joy of simple belief.
As a child finds rest in a father’s arms,
let me find rest in Yours.
Amen.

Genuine Goodness: The Quiet Strength of a Christian Life

October 20, 2025.Reading time 9 minutes.

A collaboration between Lewis McLain & AI

“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” — Matthew 5:16

There are people whose very presence calms a room. They do not demand attention, yet they seem to fill every space they enter with warmth. Their strength is not loud; their influence is not forced. They lead not through speeches or titles, but through the steady rhythm of goodness that flows from a heart aligned with God.

One such man is Harvey Oaxaca — a teacher, coach, administrator, mentor, and friend whose life continues to remind us that genuine goodness still has a face.

Roots of Character

Long before Harvey led Sunday school at First Baptist Church of McKinney, he was a young man in cleats, running plays on the fields of McMurry University in Abilene, Texas. There he earned his degree in education and became a record-setting running back and team captain.

After graduation, Harvey poured that same discipline into a lifetime of service in education. He spent more than four decades as a teacher, coach, and administrator, including twenty-three years in the McKinney Independent School District. He taught in classrooms, guided student-athletes, and eventually helped lead schools with the same calm faith and fairness that have always defined him.

Harvey wasn’t just fast — he was faithful. Teammates recall how he helped others up before celebrating his own touchdown. By graduation he had earned a place among McMurry’s top rushers and, years later, induction into the McMurry Athletic Hall of Honor.

But his greatest victories weren’t measured in yards gained — they were measured in character formed. The discipline of the athlete became the discipline of the servant; the humility of the player who lifted others became the humility of the man who now lifts spirits.

“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.” — 1 Corinthians 9:24

Harvey’s race never ended at the goal line — it became a lifelong run toward goodness, guided by faith.

Faith That Speaks Softly

At First Baptist McKinney, Harvey leads his Sunday school class with that same steady resolve. He doesn’t dominate the room; he shepherds it. His teaching and demeanor are more conversation than lecture — he listens, nods, and draws wisdom even from the quietest voice in the circle.

“Who is wise and understanding among you? Let them show it by their good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom.” — James 3:13

There is no pretense in Harvey’s faith. It’s as real as the man himself — genuine, unguarded, and shaped by decades of walking with the Lord.

Goodness in Action

When Harvey extends his hand, it’s never just a handshake — it’s a blessing. I’ll never forget watching him greet my three grandchildren as each graduated from high school over the recent years. One by one, he congratulated them with a personal acknowledgment, offering encouragement as if they were his own.

That’s Harvey: goodness not as ceremony but as instinct — quiet, consistent, sincere.

His close friend and co-leader of the class, Dr. Bobby Waite, put it best:

“Harvey’s only fault is he can’t say no to a request or a need. It breaks his heart if he’s double-booked. One way or another, he makes things happen to be there to serve.”

That truth showed itself again recently when Harvey returned to class after a hospital stay for a hip issue. As he stood before his friends, tears filled his eyes. Overcome with gratitude for every prayer and note of concern, he said he could not imagine a world without his church and his class. In that moment — unguarded, grateful, and full of grace — his true goodness was once again on display for all to see. One does not have to guess where his heart is.

Loved by All

To know Harvey is to be drawn to him. His life has touched countless others — students, church members, colleagues, and neighbors.

As one friend said, “You can’t be around Harvey and not believe in goodness again.”

In a world that rewards charisma, Harvey’s quiet strength stands apart. He reminds us that greatness is not about being seen — it’s about being genuine.

The Spirit of Goodness

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.” — Galatians 5:22-23

Harvey lives those words as naturally as breathing — steady as his steps once were on the football field, steady as his walk now is with God.

His life testifies that Christian goodness is not dramatic or loud; it’s faithful, consistent, and full of quiet joy.

A Legacy of Grace

When people speak of Harvey, they don’t recall titles or positions; they recall presence — his smile, his kindness, his reliability. He’s the kind of man whose example lingers long after he’s left the room.

“Well done, good and faithful servant… Enter into the joy of your master.” — Matthew 25:21

That’s the prize Harvey has always been running toward — not fame, not applause, but faithfulness.

What More Can We Say About True Goodness

True goodness is one of the simplest virtues to describe and the hardest to live. It doesn’t draw attention to itself, and that’s what makes it powerful. In a culture that confuses being nice with being good, Harvey reminds us that goodness is not mere politeness — it is holiness expressed in kindness. One looks at Harvey’s face and sees Christ looking back.

Goodness is love with feet on the ground.
It’s compassion that costs something.
It’s humility that refuses to quit.

The truly good person doesn’t act good to be admired; he acts good because his heart has been changed. Goodness is what happens when a man allows God’s Spirit to shape his motives, reactions, and tone. It’s not performance — it’s transformation.

“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.” — Psalm 23:6

Goodness follows those who walk with God — it’s the fragrance left behind by faith.

A Benediction of Goodness

Goodness walks softly, without sound,
Its footsteps holy, sure, and bound
To hearts that serve and hands that mend,
To lives that love until the end.

It does not shout, it does not shine,
It whispers of a grace divine.
It bends to lift, it waits, it prays,
It lives the truth it dares to praise.

No crowd applauds, no trumpet rings,
Yet Heaven knows such quiet things.
The smile that steadies, the prayer unheard,
The faithful deed, the gentle word.

And when life’s race is nearly run,
And shadows fade before the Son,
The voice of God will softly say —
“Well done, good heart, you showed the way.”

In Harvey Oaxaca, we glimpse what true goodness looks like — not distant, not impossible, but alive, humble, and quietly shining in McKinney, Texas, every Sunday morning.

Concentric Circles of Concern

October 13, 2025.Reading time 18 minutes.

A collaboration between Lewis McLain & AI

Revisiting an influential book for me, fitting into the primary theme of my recent posts. LFM

Introduction: The Man Behind the Circles

William Oscar Thompson Jr. (1918–1980) lived a life that testified to the power of relationship. He was not a man of grand celebrity or global fame; rather, he was a pastor and evangelist whose impact spread quietly through students, parishioners, and colleagues who absorbed his conviction that the Christian life must be lived relationally, not institutionally.
After two decades of faithful pastoral work, Thompson became a professor of evangelism at Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary in Fort Worth, Texas. It was there, during his own physical suffering and eventual battle with cancer, that he refined the model that would outlive him — a model that connected spiritual authenticity with human connection.

Thompson’s health declined even as his insight deepened. He realized that the gospel was never meant to travel primarily by microphone or mass event, but through people whose lives touched one another’s every day — in kitchens, workplaces, front porches, and hospital rooms. After his death in 1980, his wife, Carolyn Thompson Ritzmann, edited his unfinished manuscript, and evangelism teacher Claude V. King (best known for Experiencing God) later helped expand and republish it. The revised edition, Concentric Circles of Concern: Seven Stages for Making Disciples, was released in 1999 by Broadman & Holman, nearly two decades after the original 1981 publication.

The phrase “concentric circles” is not just a metaphor in Thompson’s hands; it is a theology of life. His belief was that the Christian’s influence for Christ begins not in distant mission fields but within the very relationships already entrusted to them. Evangelism, he argued, must ripple outward from the integrity of the inner life — from the soul that has been made right with God — until it touches every layer of community, from family to stranger. His framework provides a vision of discipleship that is both deeply personal and expansively missional, a reminder that faith spreads through people who love well.

The Concentric Circles and Their Living Logic

At the heart of the book lies a simple, unforgettable diagram: seven circles, each one nested inside the next, radiating outward from a center. The image, though deceptively modest, reshapes how one thinks about spiritual responsibility.

1. Self

The innermost circle, labeled Self, represents one’s own soul — the center of all relational and spiritual life. For Thompson, self-examination and humility before God are not indulgent acts but sacred ones. A Christian must first cultivate honesty with themselves and communion with their Creator. Spiritual neglect at this level produces hypocrisy; spiritual health here produces authenticity that naturally flows outward. He reminds his readers that “the most important word in the English language, apart from proper nouns, is relationship.” That relationship begins vertically — between oneself and God — and then extends horizontally into every human connection. Evangelism without integrity is noise; discipleship without inner renewal is hollow ritual.

2. Family

The second circle embraces one’s immediate family. It is easy, Thompson observed, to romanticize missions across oceans while ignoring ministry across the dinner table. The home is the first proving ground of grace. Faith that cannot be lived out among those who know us best will rarely stand in the wider world. A Christian who learns to forgive within marriage, to listen to their children, or to extend patience to aging parents is already practicing evangelism of the highest order. Family is the first “field” of discipleship, where love is tested daily and faith becomes tangible.

3. Relatives

The third circle includes extended family — the kin network that may stretch across states, generations, and emotional boundaries. These relationships are often complicated by history, misunderstanding, or absence. Thompson urges believers not to abandon these connections but to redeem them. The gospel’s reconciling power, he writes, often begins when a believer takes the initiative to heal an old wound or rekindle a neglected bond. A letter of apology, a phone call of encouragement, or an unexpected act of service within the extended family can become the spark of redemption.

4. Friends

Friends form the fourth circle — those we choose to walk beside in life. Unlike family, friendship is elective; it is built on mutual trust and shared affection. Thompson views friendship as one of the most powerful conduits of witness. Friends already see us unfiltered; they know our habits, hopes, and contradictions. When they witness genuine spiritual transformation in our character, they often feel it before they hear it. To live faithfully among friends is to let the gospel speak through laughter, loyalty, and long conversation.

5. Neighbors and Associates

Next come Neighbors and Associates — the people who share our routines but not necessarily our intimacy: colleagues, classmates, teammates, or the barista who knows our order by heart. Thompson believed these daily intersections were fertile soil for spiritual conversation, if approached with humility and care. Instead of seeing such relationships as mundane, he taught his students to see them as providential appointments. Every encounter, no matter how ordinary, carries the potential of divine significance.

6. Acquaintances

The sixth circle widens to include those we know only loosely — the casual relationships of community life. Here, evangelism takes the form of kindness and presence more than speech. Thompson often told his students that “you may be the only gospel someone ever reads,” meaning that one’s demeanor and compassion can preach where words cannot. Consistency — being gracious over time — often speaks louder than any tract or slogan.

7. Person X

Finally comes Person X — the unknown stranger, the person with no prior connection. Most evangelistic training begins here, teaching believers how to witness to strangers. Thompson deliberately places it last. He argues that the credibility built in inner circles prepares believers to approach outer ones with sincerity rather than anxiety. When a life already radiates peace and love, even a stranger senses authenticity. Evangelism to “Person X,” then, is not a special performance; it is the natural overflow of a life already aligned with God.

Thompson captured the urgency of this relational approach when he wrote, “Most of our lives are crucified between two thieves, yesterday and tomorrow. We never live today. But the time to live is now.” The concentric circles remind us that the mission field is not someday or somewhere else — it is here, in the people who already populate our lives.

The Seven Stages of Making Disciples

Thompson’s circles describe who we are called to influence; his seven stages explain how. The stages form a dynamic rhythm — not a rigid checklist but a living cycle of growth that repeats again and again.

Stage 1: Get Right

Spiritual influence begins with moral clarity. To “get right” is to confront sin, mend broken relationships, and align one’s will with God’s. Thompson likens unreconciled relationships to blockages in a pipe: until they are cleared, the Spirit’s flow is obstructed. Getting right means making amends, confessing pride, forgiving debts, and letting the Holy Spirit cleanse the inner life. This stage humbles the believer before they presume to guide another.

Stage 2: Survey

Once reconciled, the believer must “survey” their relational field — a prayerful mapping of the people God has already placed within reach. Thompson encouraged writing names in each circle, not as a project list but as a sacred responsibility list. The act of seeing these names laid out visually reawakens compassion. We begin to see that our lives are already mission fields bursting with divine opportunity.

Stage 3: Pray

Prayer, for Thompson, is the lifeblood of evangelism. He calls it “a guided missile — it always hits its target.” Prayer aligns the heart with God’s timing and opens doors that human persuasion cannot. The believer prays not only for conversion but for understanding, patience, and divine orchestration — that conversations will arise naturally, that the Spirit will prepare both speaker and listener. Without prayer, evangelism degenerates into salesmanship; with prayer, it becomes partnership with God.

Stage 4: Build Bridges

Bridge-building is the practical art of connection. It may involve hospitality, listening, volunteering, or sharing a meal. Thompson viewed every bridge as an act of incarnation — stepping into another’s world as Christ stepped into ours. Bridges require humility, empathy, and time. They often begin with small acts: remembering a name, showing up at a funeral, sending a card. Over time, these gestures form trust strong enough to carry the weight of truth.

Stage 5: Show Love

The fifth stage deepens bridge-building into tangible service. “Love that is not demonstrated is not credible,” Thompson warns. To show love means to meet needs: to feed the hungry, comfort the grieving, or simply listen without agenda. Genuine love expects nothing in return. When people experience that kind of care, they become open not merely to a message but to a Messenger. Thompson’s famous illustration of a student returning a stolen motorcycle mirror captures this stage perfectly: confession and restitution became a living sermon that words alone could not match.

Stage 6: Make Disciples

Having earned trust and demonstrated love, the believer can now share the gospel sincerely. But Thompson insists this is not the finish line — it is the midpoint. True discipleship involves walking with new believers as they learn to obey Christ, discover Scripture, and find community. Evangelism divorced from discipleship, he warned, produces orphans; discipleship joined with love produces heirs. Making disciples means nurturing growth until the new believer can, in turn, disciple others.

Stage 7: Begin Again

The cycle ends where it began — and then continues. The new disciple becomes a new center of concentric influence, applying the same seven stages to their own relationships. Thus, the gospel spreads organically, not by mass production but by multiplication — one circle at a time. Thompson’s model mirrors nature itself: seeds producing fruit that carries new seeds. Discipleship is the divine geometry of multiplication through love.

Theology and Heartbeat of the Model

At its core, Concentric Circles of Concern is a theology of incarnation. It declares that God’s mission moves through human relationships — not in spite of them. Christ entered history relationally, dwelling among us; His followers must do the same. The model ties spiritual maturity to relational responsibility. To be “right with God” without being reconciled to others is an illusion.

Thompson’s vision also bridges two great biblical commands: the Great Commission (“Go and make disciples”) and the Great Commandment (“Love your neighbor as yourself”). The circles remind believers that these are not separate mandates but two halves of the same calling. Evangelism divorced from love becomes manipulation; love without truth becomes sentimentality. The mature Christian practices both — speaking truth through relationships of genuine care.

Prayer anchors this balance. Thompson’s metaphor of prayer as a “guided missile” conveys both power and precision: prayer can reach where presence cannot. It can travel across distance, culture, and even hostility. When believers pray for those within each circle, their hearts become attuned to God’s compassion, and they see people not as projects but as souls.

Strengths, Challenges, and Contemporary Relevance

The enduring strength of Thompson’s model lies in its simplicity. It does not require technology, programs, or budgets — only attentiveness, humility, and perseverance. Yet its simplicity hides profound depth. The circles create a lifelong map for Christian influence, reminding believers that evangelism is less about campaigns and more about consistency.

In today’s world of fractured relationships and digital disconnection, Concentric Circles of Concern feels prophetic. Our social networks may have expanded, but our intimacy has shrunk. Thompson’s framework invites believers to slow down, notice, and invest. Modern adaptation can include digital circles — online friends, social followers, professional networks — but the principle remains unchanged: spiritual credibility flows through relationship.

Still, Thompson’s model demands balance. One must not become so inwardly focused that the outer circle, Person X, is forgotten. Nor should believers treat relationships as strategies for conversion. The goal is love, not leverage. When love is real, evangelism follows naturally. As Thompson might say, evangelism is not a project to complete but a person to become.

Memorable Quotations

“The most important word in the English language, apart from proper nouns, is relationship.”
“Intercessory prayer is like a guided missile — it always hits its target.”
“Most of our lives are crucified between two thieves, yesterday and tomorrow. We never live today.”
“Love that is not demonstrated is not credible.”
“You cannot lead someone closer to the Lord than you are yourself.”

These words capture his conviction that relational faith is both the method and the message of the gospel.

Reflective Poem — Ripples of Concern

I stand within the quiet center,
A soul restored, the heart made whole;
From this still place the circles widen,
Grace flows outward, soul to soul.

My home becomes the first frontier,
Where love must bloom before it’s taught;
And every quarrel, every silence,
Is soil where mercy must be sought.

Through friendship’s bridge and neighbor’s need,
Through acts of care that speak, not plead,
The gospel walks on human feet,
Love’s language stronger than a creed.

Beyond the known, to stranger’s face,
The ripples travel, still by grace;
Till every heart, in widening span,
Feels heaven’s pulse through human hands.

And when another life takes flame,
A new set of circles starts again;
From self to world, from love to light,
The pattern echoes Christ’s design.

Concentric Circles of Concern remains one of the clearest blueprints ever written for living out the Great Commission through the Great Commandment. Thompson’s wisdom continues to challenge believers to think relationally, act prayerfully, love tangibly, and live authentically — one circle at a time

Here Am I, Lord: The Call and Commission in Today’s World

October 11, 2025.Reading time 15 minutes.

A collaboration between Lewis McLain & AI

I. Introduction: The Prophet Who Heard the Voice

Among the great figures of the Old Testament, Isaiah stands tall as one of the most profound and poetic prophets ever called by God. Living and writing in the eighth century before Christ, during the reigns of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah—four kings of Judah—Isaiah witnessed both the spiritual decline of his nation and the political upheavals that threatened its very survival. His name, Yeshayahu, means “The Lord is salvation,” and indeed, his entire message weaves together judgment and redemption, despair and hope, sin and grace.

Isaiah’s writings form one of the most theologically rich books in all of Scripture—sixty-six chapters that stretch from visions of God’s holiness to prophecies of the coming Messiah. Scholars have called Isaiah “the fifth gospel” because it so vividly anticipates the life, suffering, and triumph of Christ centuries before His birth. Unlike many prophets who simply declared oracles of doom, Isaiah combined poetic beauty, moral clarity, and divine vision. He saw beyond the immediate history of Israel to the sweeping purposes of God for all nations.

What sets Isaiah apart is not only the grandeur of his language but the intimacy of his calling. His ministry begins not with action but with awe—with a vision that breaks and remakes him. In the year that King Uzziah died, Isaiah saw “the Lord, high and lifted up, and His train filled the temple.” He hears angelic voices crying, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of His glory.” Overwhelmed by divine holiness, Isaiah cries out, “Woe is me, for I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell among a people of unclean lips.” Then, in a moment of grace, a seraph touches his lips with a live coal from the altar, saying, “Your guilt is taken away, and your sin atoned for.” Only then does Isaiah hear the divine question: “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” His response—simple, immediate, and wholehearted—has echoed through millennia: “Here am I; send me.”

II. The Original Moment: From Vision to Vocation

Isaiah’s encounter in the temple is one of the most profound calling narratives in Scripture because it reveals the entire arc of spiritual transformation—conviction, cleansing, and commission. Before Isaiah can speak for God, he must be purified by God. The coal that touches his lips symbolizes both pain and purification; it burns away unworthiness and ignites a new fire of purpose. Isaiah learns that divine service is not earned by merit but granted through mercy.

This moment defines prophetic ministry for all who follow. Isaiah does not volunteer because he feels capable; he volunteers because he has been forgiven. His “send me” is not a boast of strength but a surrender of will. It shows that readiness in God’s kingdom comes not from talent or position but from humility and obedience. The prophet’s call reminds every believer that God does not ask for perfection, only availability. He does not seek the qualified; He qualifies the willing.

III. The Voice That Still Calls: Modern Applications of “Send Me”

Though centuries separate us from Isaiah’s temple vision, the same question still echoes: “Whom shall I send?” The call of God is not a relic of ancient prophecy—it is a living summons to every generation. In every time and place, men and women hear this question in the quiet chambers of conscience and the crowded corridors of daily life. The divine call may not come through visions of angels, but it comes through needs that cry out to be met, through injustices that demand courage, through moments of compassion that ask for response.

A. The Personal Call: Faith in the Ordinary
In a world that prizes self-assertion, Isaiah’s answer is radical: availability over ability. “Here am I” means being present before God—before the noise of ambition or distraction drowns out His voice. For the modern believer, this call begins in small, faithful acts: showing kindness when it’s inconvenient, forgiving when it’s undeserved, speaking truth when it’s unpopular. It may mean teaching a Sunday school class, visiting the sick, mentoring a child, or simply standing up for integrity in one’s profession.
The modern application of Isaiah’s “send me” is less about geography and more about posture. You may never cross an ocean, but you can cross the street. You may not go into a pulpit, but you can live the Gospel at your desk, in your classroom, or around your dinner table. In every generation, God asks not “Who is talented?” but “Who is willing?”

B. The Public Call: Faith in the Civic and Professional Realm
Isaiah was not just a preacher in the temple; he was an adviser to kings and a voice in national affairs. His message reached palaces and public squares alike. Likewise, today’s disciples are called to bring righteousness into their professions—to be prophetic voices in civic life. Whether one serves in government, finance, education, or healthcare, the “send me” spirit calls for moral clarity amid compromise.
In municipal councils, corporate meetings, or courtrooms, there is still a need for those who say, “Here am I” not to their own advancement but to the cause of truth and justice. The Isaiah spirit is the courage to stand for what is right even when it costs reputation or comfort—to call nations back to integrity, to defend the vulnerable, to remind leaders that power must serve people. In every public servant who leads with humility, in every teacher who shapes conscience, in every judge who loves mercy, the voice of Isaiah lives on.

C. The Global Call: Faith Beyond Borders
Isaiah’s vision of God’s glory filling the whole earth anticipates the Great Commission of Christ. “Send me” is a global phrase—it transcends race, nation, and time. In our interconnected world, the mission field is both next door and around the globe. It includes the refugee, the orphan, the imprisoned, the forgotten. To say “send me” today is to accept the responsibility of love in a wounded world.
It might mean serving on a mission trip, supporting a humanitarian cause, or developing technology that uplifts rather than exploits. It can mean using one’s influence, wealth, or voice for those who have none. The modern missionary is not only the preacher or doctor abroad, but also the scientist working for sustainable solutions, the artist telling redemptive stories, and the citizen advocating for peace and dignity.

IV. The Obstacles to Saying “Send Me”

Many never reach Isaiah’s moment of surrender because they stop at his first confession: “Woe is me.” Fear, inadequacy, and distraction paralyze potential prophets. The world today offers endless reasons to delay obedience—busyness, cynicism, self-doubt, or the illusion that someone else will go. The modern heart is often over-informed but under-committed.

Yet the secret of Isaiah’s response lies in trust. He did not know where he would be sent, what he would face, or whether he would succeed. God revealed only the call, not the destination. And still he said yes. The modern disciple must learn this same holy courage—the faith to say “yes” before knowing the cost. Real obedience precedes full understanding.

We also face cultural barriers. The age of irony mocks conviction; the age of comfort avoids sacrifice. But God still calls amid the noise. Every generation must rediscover the sacred simplicity of Isaiah’s answer: to stand up when called, to speak when it’s easier to stay silent, to go when it’s safer to stay home.

V. The Transformation of the Willing Heart

The power of Isaiah’s response lies in transformation. He entered the temple burdened by guilt and left commissioned by grace. The same God who cleansed his lips also shaped his life. Service becomes the fruit of forgiveness. Every believer who says “send me” enters this same pattern: encounter, cleansing, and calling.

Modern discipleship is not a part-time endeavor but a lifelong response. When we offer ourselves to God’s purposes, He transforms both us and the world around us. A single “send me” can ripple through generations. One teacher who sees their classroom as a mission field, one civic leader who governs with justice, one artist who creates with reverence—each becomes a vessel through which God’s light reaches others.

In this way, Isaiah’s call is not a moment but a movement. It is the continual surrender of the heart that says, “Use me, Lord, wherever You will.”

VI. Conclusion: The Call Continues

Isaiah’s cry, “Here am I, Lord; send me,” remains one of the purest expressions of faith in all of Scripture. It is both an answer and a challenge. Across the centuries, prophets, apostles, and saints have echoed it in their own tongues—Moses before Pharaoh, Mary before the angel, Peter beside the sea, Paul on the Damascus road. And still the question comes: “Whom shall I send?”

Every believer must decide whether to remain a spectator in the temple or to become a servant in the field. The call may come through Scripture, through conscience, or through the cry of human need. The answer must come from the heart: “Here am I.” In those three words lies the essence of Christian discipleship—the surrender of self to the will of God.

In a fractured world that hungers for hope, the echo of Isaiah’s voice is needed more than ever. The Lord still seeks those who will go—into classrooms, hospitals, city halls, neighborhoods, and nations—to live out His message of redemption. To every willing soul, He still asks the ancient question. And to every heart brave enough to respond, He still gives divine purpose.

“Here am I, Lord; send me.” May it not be only Isaiah’s prayer—but ours.

Reflective Prayer: “Here Am I, Lord”

O Lord, high and lifted up,
whose glory fills the earth and whose mercy touches even the most unworthy lips,
we come before You with humbled hearts.

We have heard Your question echo through the ages —
“Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?”
And though the world grows noisy with fear and distraction,
still Your voice breaks through.

Touch our lips as You touched Isaiah’s,
burn away our pride, our hesitation, our excuses.
Cleanse what is unclean,
renew what is weary,
and make our hearts burn again with holy purpose.

When the needs of the world seem too vast, remind us:
You do not ask us to save the world, only to serve in it.
You do not need our strength, only our surrender.
You do not require our perfection, only our presence.

So here we stand, O Lord —
in our cities, our classrooms, our homes, our workplaces.
Here we are, with our small voices and open hands.
Send us where love is lacking.
Send us where truth is silenced.
Send us where hope has grown dim.

And when we go, go with us —
that every act may carry the mark of Your grace,
and every word may bear the weight of Your holiness.

We pray this not in our own name,
but in the name of Jesus Christ,
the One who was sent and who sends us still.

Amen.

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Our Moment Is Closest to Malachi’s

Prophets Versus the Politics of Absolute Innocence

The Prophetic Warning About Religious Capture

Enemies, Evil, and Moral Restraint

What the Prophets Would Say to Religious People Today

Why Prophetic Voices Are Rare in War Times

The Most Uncomfortable Prophetic Insight

How to Read the Prophets Faithfully Now

The 400-Year Handoff

Who Wrote Book of Malachi if Not “Malachi”?

The Main Scholarly Views

1. An Anonymous Prophet (“My Messenger” as a Title)

2. A Temple-Affiliated Prophet (Post-Exilic Reformer)

3. A Prophetic “School” or Editorial Tradition (Minor View)

Who It Is Probably Not

Why the Anonymity May Be the Point

In One Clear Sentence

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From Epiphany to the Jordan

Baptism Before There Were Baptisteries

The Voice, the Dove, and the Trinity

Saints Who Lived the Meaning

January 11 as a Threshold

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What David Did

Why Nathan Matters

Speaking Truth to Power Is Dangerous

Why This Story Still Matters

The Broken Hallelujah

For Our Time

Scripture References & Notes

A collaboration between Lewis McLain & AIA long answer to a short question from Tuesday Morning Men’s Bible Study

“Granddad… my faith is slipping.”

**THE GRANDFATHER’S ANSWER:

THE PRODIGAL SON: THE PATTERN OF ALL AWAKENINGS

What exactly happened in that moment?

Why this matters for your prayers:

1. Jacob at Peniel — The Wrestling That Revealed His True Self

2. Nebuchadnezzar — One Glance That Restored His Sanity

3. Jonah — The Awakening in the Deep

4. David — Truth Striking in One Sentence

5. Peter — The Rooster’s Cry and Jesus’ Look

6. Saul — A Heart Reversed on the Damascus Road

7. What All These Stories Teach About Kairos Moments

1. They are God-timed.

2. They are God-initiated.

3. They break through illusion and restore reality.

4. They lead to movement toward God.

8. Why This Matters for Your Family

**9. Take Courage, Sweetheart:

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Introduction: The Most Disarming Invitation

The Scene: Greatness Redefined

The Heart of the Matter: Childlike, Not Childish

The Blessing: His Hands on the Children

The Application: What It Means Today

1. Trust Over Control

2. Wonder Over Cynicism

3. Relationship Over Performance

4. Presence Over Hurry

The Challenge: Becoming Small in a Big World

Conclusion: The Open Arms of Christ

A Prayer of Childlike Faith

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Roots of Character

Faith That Speaks Softly

Goodness in Action

Loved by All

The Spirit of Goodness

A Legacy of Grace

What More Can We Say About True Goodness

A Benediction of Goodness

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Revisiting an influential book for me, fitting into the primary theme of my recent posts. LFM

Introduction: The Man Behind the Circles

The Concentric Circles and Their Living Logic

1. Self

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A long answer to a short question from Tuesday Morning Men’s Bible Study