America Wake up: It’s time to turn to God

I know I joke a lot.

About job interviews. About Karen from HR. About getting ghosted so hard I might as well be a Scooby-Doo villain.

But this time?

No punchline.

Just truth.

Because a few nights ago, I had a dream so vivid I woke up sweating, praying, and wondering if Heaven had just pulled me into a divine Zoom call I wasn’t ready for.

And it wasn’t funny.

It felt like a warning.

In the dream, I was standing on a cracked, dusty hill.

It was quiet—but not peaceful.

The kind of quiet that feels like the world’s holding its breath.

Then, like a reel playing across the heavens, I saw scenes—clear, raw, terrifying.

Iran.

Israel.

Russia.

The USA.

Smoke rose over cities I recognized.

Crowds screaming, buildings burning, flags waving in confusion and fear.

I saw protests on American streets—people shouting, but no one listening.

I saw red and blue maps torn in half.

News anchors yelling.

Families divided.

Churches locked.

Children staring into screens, completely numb.

Explosions not just overseas—but here. On our soil.

And somehow, through it all, people were…

scrolling.

Filming.

Debating in comments.

Buying things.

Posting “positive vibes only” while the foundations cracked beneath them.

I wanted to scream,

“Do you see it? Do you feel it?!”

But I couldn’t.

My voice was gone.

Then I heard a sound—deep, still, like thunder rolling through my ribcage.

“This is what happens when a nation turns down the volume on Heaven.

This is what silence sounds like when I’m trying to wake the world up.”

And I knew—this wasn’t just about headlines.

This wasn’t just about war.

It was about hearts.

Asleep.

Distracted.

Divided.

Especially here.

Especially in America.

And I woke up—gasping.

Not from fear.

But from the sheer weight of what I saw.

I’m not a prophet.

I’m not here to scare anyone.

But I’ve never felt more convicted to say this:

America, wake up.

This is not the time to be lukewarm.

This is not the time to be entertained to death.

This is not the time to mock what is holy.

Pray like your freedom depends on it.

Because it might.

Repent.

Reconnect.

Return to the God we’ve put on mute for far too long.

Because when the shaking begins—and it will—you won’t want to be caught holding a phone…

when you should’ve been holding your faith.

God’s not punishing us.

He’s pleading with us.

To see.

To turn.

To come home.

So if you’ve been waiting for a sign—

maybe this is it.

Get ready.

Get right.

Because Heaven’s been knocking.

And this time?

It’s not asking politely.