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November 26, 2025 (Gregorian calendar/Day 329)
Wednesday, 17 Hidar 2018 (Ethiopian calendar/3rd month)
Marpaˀīym (Marpeim) םיאפרמ 4 (Enochian calendar/9th month/Remedies of plants)
November 22, 2025 (International Fixed calendar)
Overtone Moon 5, Alpha 12 (13 Moon calendar/first quarter moon)
~ Overtone Peacock Moon of Radiance, November 15th – December 12th
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Good Grief Day, What Do You Love About America Day

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This won’t make me any friends out there, but I’ve been chewing on it all day and here goes.

A voice cries in the American wilderness, and the wilderness is loud. It is the noise of a nation that has forgotten who it is, the noise of a people who traded their inheritance for the applause of the moment. But the truth does not bend for our noise. The foundations do not move because we wander. And the warning is clear for anyone with ears to hear.

Repent of the lie that a nation can build and stand on diversity and inclusion alone. Repent of the delusion that a people can find unity by celebrating what divides them. This is the madness of a generation drunk on its own wisdom. No kingdom ever built itself on competing truths. No republic ever survived on shifting identities. Every civilization that stood against the storm did so because it held fast to a center that did not move.

America once knew that center. It declared that rights come from God. It proclaimed that truth is not invented by man and value is not assigned by political fashion. It believed liberty was possible only for a people who honored virtue. These were not suggestions. They were the moral laws that held the nation together. They were the straight path through the wilderness.

Diversity did not birth those truths. Those truths made diversity possible. People from every tribe and tongue came because America had a spine. America had a creed. America had a fixed point they could see across oceans and generations. They came not to remake the nation but to join it. They came not to rewrite the story but to live inside it. And the nation grew strong because its center held.

But now the center is despised. The plumb line is mocked. Truth has become a costume people put on when it suits them. Identity has become an altar. And the nation bows before it while the foundations crack beneath their feet. This is not progress. This is rebellion dressed up as enlightenment. This is a people wandering far from the path that once gave them purpose and strength.

Hear the warning.

A nation cannot walk two roads. A people cannot honor two masters. A civilization cannot survive two competing moral authorities.

When a country worships its own diversity, it trades unity for tribalism. When a culture elevates inclusion above truth, it trades conviction for confusion. When a generation throws down the center, God does not need to destroy them. They destroy themselves.

Look around. The signs are not subtle.

Trust decays. Families fracture. Cities crumble from within. Children grow up with no truth to anchor them. Leaders speak, but they do not guide. Institutions stand, but they do not hold.

This is what happens when a people forget the God who gave them their rights and the truth that gave them their identity. This is what happens when a nation declares every path equal and every voice a god. The wilderness begins to take the land back.

Repent. Return to the center.

Not the political center. Not the cultural center. The moral center. The Divine center. The truth that does not shift with the tides.

If America wants unity, it must return to the creed that once made it one people. If America wants peace, it must return to the truth it abandoned. If America wants strength, it must go back to the foundation it now mocks.

A nation can welcome many people, but it cannot survive many gods. It can honor many cultures, but it cannot endure many moral anchors. It can celebrate many differences, but it cannot function when nothing is sacred.

Prepare the way of the Lord. Make straight the path. Cut down the idols of identity. Lift up the banner of truth. Restore the center, or watch the nation fall into dust.

This is not a political call. This is a prophetic one. The axe is already at the root of the tree.
Every nation that refuses its foundation becomes tinder for its own flames.

America, choose your future.

Return to the truth that made you great, or be swallowed by the wilderness you created.

The time is short.
The choice is clear.
Make the path straight again.

~ Chad Prather

…I have no idea what’s going on! I know I published this earlier today – but for some reason it didn’t publish – so you get it now.

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