The People’s Revival

What they’re calling a “revival” isn’t revival at all — it’s idolatry draped in scripture. A true revival breaks chains; this one forges them. It doesn’t lead people to the Spirit, it binds them to the State. When political power becomes the altar, and patriotism the praise song, you don’t have a move of God — you have a cult of empire. What’s rising on the right is not the Holy Spirit; it’s the old spirit of dominion, wearing a cross like a costume.

We’ve been here before. In early America, Solomon Stoddard’s Halfway Covenant tried to solve the problem of dwindling church numbers by lowering the standard for belonging. You didn’t need a conversion; you only needed to belong to the crowd. It filled pews, but it emptied hearts. That same spirit drives today’s “revival.” They want hands raised, not lives changed. They want crowds, not conversions. What began as a desperate attempt to hold cultural power has turned into an industry of emotional spectacle — altar calls without repentance, flags without fruit, slogans without sanctification. Like Stoddard’s compromise, it creates a religion that looks alive, but is spiritually comatose.

A genuine revival makes people humble, merciful, and hungry for justice. A false one makes them proud, angry, and obsessed with control. Watch their fruit — the cruelty toward the poor, the hatred toward the stranger, the self-righteousness cloaked as purity.

The prophets warned about this kind of religion: one that honors God with lips but denies Him in mercy.

They wave flags where they should be washing feet. They shout “freedom” while demanding conformity. Revival doesn’t flow from the halls of power; it starts in the dirt — among the broken, the meek, the outcasts.

The right-wing “revival” they promise is a counterfeit Pentecost, built not on grace but grievance. It is the Halfway Covenant of our age — a movement desperate for legitimacy, mistaking noise for anointing, numbers for new birth. The fire they’re calling down isn’t holy — it’s the same fire Rome used to light its torches. And once again, it’s being sold as the will of God.