The People’s Revival

Most folks didn’t walk away from God — they walked away from Churchians who were kind in church and then showed their whole ass the minute they stepped outside.

Everybody on the outside saw it.
The only ones who didn’t were the ones doing it.

And here’s the truth: we don’t need another definition of Christianity.
We’ve had enough church words, mission statements, and fancy slogans
to last twelve lifetimes.

None of it ever stopped the hypocrisy.
People aren’t rejecting Jesus —
they’re rejecting the costume people keep putting on in His name.

And let’s stop pretending the problem is subtle.

The Emperor isn’t just naked — he’s fat, oily, and strutting down Main Street wearing gaudy jewelry that he bought from the offerings of the poor.

Watching the church try to fix it by
slapping a brand-new hat on a fully naked man is beyond absurd. A new hat can’t cover what’s hanging out.

The show is over.
The lights are on.
Nobody’s buying the act anymore.

They brag to each other about their shared ignorance, deriding science as false, while promoting fundamentalist ideas like the Earth being 7,000 years old, and the world yawns and puts you into the drawer that you deserve to be in, the one with the label: Ignorant.

Some folks toss out science and call it “trusting God.”
But that’s not faith.
That’s assentia — mental assent, pretending to be belief.
It’s agreeing with an idea you never intend to live out.
It talks big but risks nothing.
It looks spiritual until something real is required.
We’ve built a whole pandemic of that stuff — people cosplaying as faithful while refusing to engage reality.

Real faith doesn’t fear truth.
Real faith doesn’t run from evidence.
Real faith sees deeper than the surface
and actually changes how you treat people.

And here’s where the pretenders get nervous:

If your faith only works around folks who agree with you…

If you’re polite on Sunday and poisonous by Monday…

If your “walk with God” falls apart the moment you’re challenged…

You’re not living the gospel —
you’re acting out a role.

And roles don’t get redeemed.
They get crucified so something real can finally rise.

Because thinking you’re holy on your own is a sickness.
And the cure is the same for all of us:

We all need saving.
Every one of us.
Every single day.

Grace has no graduation this side of eternity, baby.

No superstars.
No VIP list.
No “I’m better than them.”
That whole system has collapsed under its own weight.

Christianity doesn’t need a makeover.
It needs a resurrection — back to raw mercy, real compassion, grit, honesty, and courage. Back to the kind of faith that scared the powerful and held the broken together.

So let me say it plain:

If your Christianity can’t love the stranger,
can’t forgive enemies,
can’t sit with hurting people,
and can’t keep you from tearing others apart
whenever you’re offended —
that’s not Christianity.
That’s cheap theater.
And the world already knows the lines.

But to the ones who left the church
to protect your mind, your heart, and your sanity —
you weren’t wrong.
You saw the truth first.
And the real gospel has always been meant for people like you.

Let’s build something better.