Where do we go from here?

We just held a peaceful, praise-filled freedom rally at the Capitol on Saturday. I found out later that a seventeen year old activist was attacked at an event a couple blocks away.

Those twenty or so Antifa(creatures) came to our rally as well. They stood at the edge of the field drumming while, at our podium, a mother shared her testimony of raising a vaccine-injured child. I grew increasingly frustrated by the disrespect of the drumming, so when our speaker had finished, I turned on Aretha singing Amazing Grace. Antifa moved on (they hate praise and worship), apparently to walk up the hill and throw a water bottle at a teenager.

Antifa have attacked and killed fellow patriots and destroyed cities I love. I do not make light of the destruction they cause. But at the same time they can only flourish in certain soils. They use pack dog tactics. They don’t boldly go into a crowd of strong patriots when they’re outnumbered. They attack when they are in the majority or the target is vulnerable. It’s not surprising that they would choose to attack, not any of the husky adults near them at our event, but a teenager. It’s also not surprising that law enforcement would do nothing. That has been their MO for several months. They apparently think it’s pointless to make any arrests because there won’t be any prosecutions.

This is why many folks opposed my even having this event. Many patriots feel deeply discouraged by the lack of justice.

I hosted it anyway because, and I know how this will sound to some ears, God told me to.

Back in January I was fired up to go to Olympia when the legislative session opened, to stand with others demanding access to our closed government buildings.

The day before the session was to open, during a group prayer, I had a deeply troubling vision of Satan on the capitol steps. I was reminded that in March of 2020, just a couple of weeks before the shutdown began, Satanists were welcomed to have an invocation ceremony on the capitol steps. Perhaps more damning, Matt Shea was fined several thousand dollars for later anointing the steps with oil – “damaging property.”

I felt God was pointing out this state’s values were distinctly backwards, and that if I was so passionate about restoring freedom, I should have a Christian event to demonstrate our commitment to him. In fact I heard a date very specifically, “have it on the 20th.”

I felt confused. The 20th of January was Inauguration Day, when everyone would either be home watching TV or rioting in the streets, right? Plus organizing a rally at the capitol seemed way out of my league. The idea stalled in my mind.

Between the 6th and Inauguration Day, my faith fell apart. I had felt so convinced that Trump would win, and so equally convinced a Biden administration would be devastating, maybe even cataclysmic.

I felt so fundamentally disoriented that I made some poor decisions, including acting like a bit of a Jezebel and unintentionally using someone.

The season ended for me the week of March 8, when that romantic relationship exploded. The same week, I turned out to be the Last Woman Standing to organize a local event for the Worldwide Rally for Freedom.

Not on January 20th, but March 20th. The rally had landed in the lap of a woman who felt deeply convicted about how far off the rails she had just gone. Who else would be faithful – aka crazy enough – to agree to hosting a capitol event with ten days notice?

Things didn’t go smoothly at any point along the way. The “big draw” speaker didn’t want his name on materials for security reasons, and canceled at the last minute. I met a lot of opposition because folks were so angry about how they had been treated by LEOs, Antifa, the media and legislators in Olympia in recent months. Turnout was tiny compared the thousands that filled some cities during freedom rallies held around the world that day.

At the same time, the gathering was as big as others that have taken place at our capitol in recent weeks, not bad considering the short amount of promotion time. We were blessed with moving testimony from citizen activists and Representative Jim Walsh. We were not rained on. And thanks to the draw from the worldwide event, we saw new faces who hadn’t attended rallies in the past.

Let’s be honest. We’re at a low point. Many of us thought we could fix this with our vote. We campaigned for politicians from Loren Culp all the way up to Trump, and now feel like we have no champions, no rallying cry, no vote – no hope.

But our political brokenness is not the root cause of our despair. It is a symptom of it. Our problem is that our moral compass is broken.

Antifa members are convinced of their moral superiority, and many law-abiding Americans sympathize with them enough to look the other way as they destroy their businesses and city streets. Meanwhile those of us who believe in preserving the 3 Cs – Capitalism, our Constitution and Christianity – are demonized as ignorant or worse.

The result is a culture where it is reasonable to invite Satan to our capitol and then fine the legislator who tries to cleanse it afterward.

But we make the critical mistake of thinking this situation was cast upon us and that we need someone – a politician or other public figure – to rescue us from it. That is not the case. We didn’t just go to bed one night in a world of nuclear families, civic engagement, and involved church communities, and wake up to delivery cannabis, unlimited free porn and disappearing children. We allowed this to happen, day by day, year after year.

Last night I heard, Read Matthew. I made it to chapter 20, which is about where Jesus’s ministry ends and he starts walking toward crucifixion.

Jesus offered his people freedom from the litany of traditional Jewish laws by instead reminding them of the core intent of all those laws: Love God and love your fellow man. The irony of his ministry is that people found his message hard to accept because it was simpler.

This simplicity leaves a lot of room for interpretation, doesn’t it? How do I love my fellow man? Do I love him by putting systems in place to govern his business, his child’s education, and his speech? Or do I love him by letting him find his own way?

Does he even want to find his own way?

Do I?

This is why our conflict over freedom is intertwined with our conflict over what it means to be good. Liberals say they want freedom too: freedom to invent their own gender, use all the drugs, come and go across every border.

We are not arguing over whether we want freedom but which kind. We know that some kinds of freedom lead to growth and some do not, but we can’t agree on which. At heart most Americans are unwilling to stand up for any freedoms because doing so involves occasionally messing up. Like I did.

I was free to respond to the election in a variety of ways, and the way I chose hurt someone.

The way I chose was also not Biblical. Little clue there.

Freedom involves risk. It requires a steady heart that trusts itself and trusts its guide. (Another clue.)

We want laws because we don’t trust ourselves to behave without them. This is why God calls us to be free* yet calls us to be moral. Freedom without morality turns into… Portland. A city on fire from its darkest heart, spewing out crime and creatures like those who attacked the Turning Point activist on Saturday.

We have work to do and it may not be the kind of work we thought. It may not involve politics, but instead start within our own hearts. I hope you will join us in this discussion by subscribing and getting in touch with your ideas for outreach, ministry, and faith-based activism.

Galatians 5:13-15
13 You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love. 14 For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.” 15 If you bite and devour each other, watch out or you will be destroyed by each other.

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