Why I Left Church Feeling So Unsettled.
This morning, I went to church hoping to hear something solid, something that would anchor me. Instead, I left feeling confused and heavy.
The sermon focused on Proverbs 29, discussing justice, stubbornness, and anger. The pastor brought up verses from Genesis, Numbers, Galatians, and Proverbs. He even mentioned Ted Cruz and Israel, which caught my attention. It sounded thoughtful. But something deeper was missing.
What unsettled me most was this: he didn’t speak clearly.
He said good things. But they were cautious, not bold. He criticized both political sides, which I understand, but never named what was truly right or wrong. He warned against being distracted by words like "woke" or "Marxist," but didn’t explain what justice looks like in a world that’s flipped everything upside down.
In our conversation after church, he mentioned that the end times have been going on since the days of Jesus. And that none of what’s happening now should be seen as signs of the end. I agree, in part—the Bible says the last days began long ago. But I also believe that something is different today.
Technology, the speed of change, the scale of moral and spiritual confusion—these things are happening faster, deeper, and globally. It’s not just local or cultural anymore. The world is unraveling at a level we’ve never seen. And I want to hear someone in the pulpit speak into that. Not with fear. But with clarity.
Here’s what I’m wrestling with:
I’m deeply concerned about the direction of our culture.
I see truth being erased.
I see moral lines being blurred.
And I want to hear my pastor speak into that, clearly, biblically, and courageously.
Isaiah 5:20 says, "Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter." That’s what it feels like today. Like common sense has gone missing, and up is down.
As George Orwell once said, "The further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those who speak it." And in another line that feels all too real today: "War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength."
Like common sense has gone missing, and up is down.
After the service, I tried to talk to him. But I couldn’t get my words out. I felt like a fool. I left feeling alone, like I’m the only one asking these questions.
I’m not trying to be political. I’m not trying to stir up division. I just want clarity. I want truth. I want someone in spiritual authority to stand up and say, "This is what God says."
Yes, justice matters. But not the version of justice being pushed in the culture—a version that ignores repentance, truth, and the design of God. Real justice restores and confronts.
I know I’m not alone in feeling this. And if you’ve ever walked out of church more confused than when you walked in, you’re not alone either.
We need shepherds who are not afraid to call things what they are. The world is not asking for more careful nuance. It needs bold truth spoken in love. And so do we.
Maybe I’m misinterpreting what was said. I’m not sure. But I know what I felt. And I’m longing for clarity that cuts through the fog.
That’s the Gotham City truth.