The People’s Revival

There was once a people who lived in a place called Goshen — a safe corner of Egypt, close enough to Pharaoh’s wealth to prosper, far enough from his whips to pretend they were still free.

They had comfort, routine, and a steady supply of grain.

They had peace with empire — and they mistook it for the favor of God.

Sound familiar?

Modern evangelicalism has built its own Goshen.

A suburb of Empire with air-conditioned sanctuaries, patriotic sermons, and worship services brought to you by corporate sponsors.

The Cross sold wholesale. The Kingdom franchised.

They preach “freedom in Christ” while running the books like a Fortune 500.

Welcome to The First Church of Goshen, Inc. — incorporated, insured, and fully compliant with Pharaoh’s zoning laws.

The Comfort of Captivity

The Church of Goshen doesn’t cry for deliverance because it’s comfortable in bondage.

It trades conviction for convenience, prophets for PR, miracles for marketing.

It isn’t persecuted — it’s purchased.

Bought by donations from the very powers it was sent to confront.

It raises hands on Sunday, then votes for Pharaoh on Tuesday.

It calls empire “order,” greed “blessing,” and silence “wisdom.”

It builds megachurch pyramids in the name of Jesus, never noticing the slaves who clean the floors.

And all the while, the Spirit waits outside the city limits — where the chains start to rattle and the desert wind still carries the sound of freedom.

A Contract With Captivity

The First Church of Goshen has a contract with captivity.

So long as the lights stay on and the donations clear, it will never leave.

It fears losing comfort more than it fears losing Christ.

It prays for revival, but only the kind that doesn’t threaten the mortgage.

But when the plagues come — when the markets crash, the idols fall, and the stage lights go dark —

the counterfeit faith of Goshen will be exposed for what it is: a business plan with a Bible verse attached.

Come Out of Goshen

If Christ still breathes in His people, He’s not staying in Goshen.

He’s moving through the streets, whispering to the ones who never fit — the workers, the neurodivergent, the outcasts, the poor, the queer, the broken – and saying, “Pack your things. We’re leaving Egypt.”

The People’s Revival isn’t another denomination. It’s an Exodus.

It’s the people of light reclaiming faith from the empire that bought it.

It’s the working class remembering that the Gospel was never meant to be privatized or patented.

We are done asking Pharaoh’s permission to worship.

Come out of Goshen.

Leave behind the padded pews and the plastic smiles.

Follow the fire into the wilderness.

Because the Light still leads, and the Presence still burns.

How to Walk Out

Name the Pharaohs. Expose the powers that own the pulpits — money, nationalism, and greed.

Build outside the gates. Start community Hubs: circles of justice, mercy, and mutual aid that need no empire’s approval.

Preach the Exodus. Teach that salvation isn’t a product; it’s defiance in love.

Refuse the perks of captivity. If your gospel costs you nothing, it’s counterfeit. Lead with love and danger. Be a people whose mercy disarms oppressors and whose courage unnerves tyrants.

Final Cry

The First Church of Goshen, Inc. can keep its buildings, its budgets, and its board meetings.

We’ve seen the plagues coming, and we know which side the Light stands on.

Let Pharaoh tremble. Let the prophets rise.

Because The People’s Revival is crossing the Red Sea — and there’s no going back.