Truth divides

I’ve watched the world clap for unity built on lies. I’ve watched truth become the villain while deception takes center stage, dressed in the applause of the masses. And I’ve watched people I love stay quiet because they were afraid to be called divisive. Afraid to offend. Afraid to be labeled “the problem” for simply speaking what’s right.

But truth has never been safe.

It has never fit in the crowd. It has never asked for popularity. It does not flatter. It does not conform. Truth is not smooth or soft-spoken when sin is on parade. It is not passive when evil grows roots. Truth is a sword, because Jesus said so. Not to wound, but to cut away the infection that’s killing us.

Truth divides. It always has. Not because it is cruel, but because it exposes. And light will always disrupt darkness.

We don’t call that discord.

We call that deliverance.

So I’ve stopped apologizing for speaking up when the room prefers silence. I will not trade the approval of man for the favor of God. I cannot stay silent while deception lays bricks for a false peace—a house of cards waiting for a gust of God’s breath to bring it down.

If my words divide, it is only because the truth always separates wheat from chaff, sheep from goats, light from darkness.

If unity demands that I close my mouth while souls fall asleep in their sin—then I will not call that unity. I will call it what it is: compromise dressed up in cowardice.

Let them accuse me of sowing discord. I’d rather be misunderstood for standing with Jesus than celebrated for sitting with serpents.

I am not here to make everyone feel comfortable.

I am here to speak the kind of truth that burns before it heals. The kind that cuts before it sets free. The kind that divides… before it delivers.

And if the world trembles when I speak, may it not be because of me—but because they hear the echo of Heaven in my voice.

Because Truth Himself is speaking through me. And He will not be silenced.