“While we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly.” —Romans 5:6

The world’s promises are a dream that never delivers. Only Christ can break the spell and call us back to life. —D.

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The world has spent too long staring at its own reflection, trying to patch the cracks with glitter and glue. New leaders, new slogans, new plans, each one held up like a miracle cure, and each one failing in turn. We chase the same hope over and over, like a song stuck on repeat. We don’t want to face the rot beneath, so we paint the walls and call it clean. A president, a policy, a strong economy—none of it cuts deep enough. These are bandages on broken bones. We are spellbound, dreaming of control, even as the world slips further through our fingers. And still, the heart calls out. Still, it cries beneath the noise. But who will listen? Not another fixer, not another plan. We need someone who knows the wound, someone who speaks not to the headlines but to the soul. We need the one voice that cuts through the fog and shakes the sleeper awake.

That voice is Christ. Not another slogan, not another scheme. He comes with a cross, not a crown. He comes not to tweak our systems, but to undo them, to break the spell of sin with sacrifice. As St. Paul said, “While we were still weak, Christ died for the ungodly.” He didn’t wait for us to wake up, He walked into the dream, into the nightmare we made, and tore it open with His own blood. He didn’t bargain. He didn’t promise comfort. He gave Himself. That’s the only thing that breaks the spell. That’s the only thing that saves.

Because we’ve tried everything else. We’ve circled round and round, always ending where we started, chasing phantoms, grasping at smoke. Without Him, we stay asleep, eyes wide open, hearts still dead. But in Him, the spell breaks. The fog lifts. We wake. Finally, fully. Alive. Not just breathing, but living. Not just moving through the dream, but walking in the light. Christ doesn’t fix the dream, He ends it. And in its place, He gives us something real. Something eternal. Himself.