Virgil Walker, Sola Veritas, Nov 8, 2025
We’re living through the collapse of reason itself, and the Church is the last institution still pretending that truth hasn’t changed.
Some mornings, I look around and wonder if I’m the one who’s lost it.
I scroll through headlines, hear the sermons, watch the clips, and think, Maybe I’m the crazy one.
But then I open my Bible and realize I’m not the one who changed.
Has the world gone mad, or have we finally reached the point where truth itself sounds insane?
It hits me in the smallest moments.
Standing in the checkout line, watching a cashier who looks like a boy but is dressed like and sounds like a girl—blue hair, painted nails, the whole thing—checking out my groceries as if everything is perfectly normal.
Or maybe you’ve been to a Starbucks.
The six-foot-four, 270-pound linebacker in a dress.
Long hair brushing against a five-o’clock shadow.
That wide, practiced smile meant to pass for feminine.
And everyone around pretends not to see.
Everyone smiles. Everyone nods.
And I stand there wondering if I’m the only one who remembers how normal used to feel.
You’ve probably felt it too, that subtle pressure to stay quiet, nod along, and act like nothing’s wrong.
That uneasy feeling when wrong becomes so normal that right starts to feel rebellious.
Every week brings another headline that makes sanity feel subversive.
In New York, a newly elected mayor promises a taxpayer-funded utopia—free housing, city-run groceries, “compassionate” socialism that’s never worked anywhere it’s been tried.
He waves the flag of pride, pledges equity for all, and preaches love while taxing reality into submission.
And the crowd cheers as if sin wrapped in kindness will somehow save them.
It’s not just the world outside that’s gone mad.
It’s the one behind the steeple and the stage; the newly minted pulpit pimp with a podcast, monitors filled with self-promotion, and a ring-light halo, mistaking charisma for calling and applause for anointing.
Instead of preaching prosperity, he’s blaming the Jews for everything—trading one false gospel for another, a new lie for an old hatred.
They’ve forgotten what holy looks like.
We live in an age that celebrates delusion and punishes discernment.
A man can call himself a woman and demand that everyone play along. A government can print money, call it “stimulus,” and wonder why the economy collapses. Educators can sexualize children and still call it “education.”
Evil parades as virtue. Lies march under the banner of love.
What God calls abomination, we now call affirmation.
Some days I shake my head and think, I’m glad I’m not God; I would have ended this place a long time ago—and everyone in it.
But then I remember the patience of the One who holds it all together:
“The Lord is not slow to fulfill His promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.” — 2 Peter 3:9
I forget sometimes that the people who celebrate darkness aren’t my enemies; they’re captives.
They don’t need my contempt; they need the gospel.
His patience humbles me. The same mercy that stays His judgment on this generation once stayed it on me.
But the greater tragedy is this: the Church isn’t far behind.
The Madness in the Church
The world has gone mad, but the Church has gone mute.
On the left, we see the same gender confusion and same-sex affirmation repackaged in theological language.
Ethnic idolatry masquerades as “justice.”
Feminist egalitarianism replaces biblical order and calls it “empowerment.”
We’ve traded the glory of God for the approval of the world.
On the far right, it’s no better.
Ethnic hatred hides behind “heritage.”
Nazi-sympathizing voices call themselves “truth-tellers.”
And self-promoting “influencers” trade spiritual authority for clicks and applause.
The left baptizes sin in sentimentality; the right cloaks hate in holiness. Both are symptoms of a Church that fears man more than it fears God.
And I say this as someone who once cared too much about being liked. I know how easy it is to soften the message so the world won’t walk away. But the more the Church trades conviction for applause, the more it begins to sound like the crowd that shouted for Barabbas.
The Isolation of Sanity
Sometimes it feels like you’re standing in a crowded room shouting “fire” while everyone else compliments the décor.
To hold onto biblical sanity in a culture of madness is to live with a constant ache—a tension between clarity and loneliness.
Even among believers, to speak truth can make you an outsider.
Some will nod in silence. Others will whisper agreement behind closed doors. But few will stand beside you in public.
That’s why I’m so grateful for the handful of old and newfound friends who stop, pick up the phone, and call just to say, “How are you doing?”
“You’re not alone.”
“We’re seeing the same things.”
And finally, “Continue to press on, soldier.”
Those calls remind me that I’m not crazy and that the remnant is real. God still has His people, scattered though they may be, holding the line with quiet courage in a collapsing world.
The Source of the Madness
This isn’t random chaos. It’s the fruit of rebellion.
When a nation rejects God, it loses its mind. When the Church rejects His Word, it loses its witness.
The world’s insanity is moral. The Church’s is theological.
We’ve replaced revelation with relevance, sound doctrine with sound bites, and repentance with rebranding.
The result? A Church that looks more like Laodicea than the Bride of Christ.
But even here, hope remains.
God has always preserved a remnant, a people who won’t bow to Baal, who won’t exchange conviction for comfort, who still believe that God’s Word is enough.
The Anchor of Sanity
If you’ve felt the weight of confusion and wondered if you’re the one losing your mind, take heart.
You’re not crazy—you’re awake.
You’re sober in a culture drunk on lies.
You’re clinging to reality in a world allergic to truth.
When the world calls good evil, and evil good, sanity will sound like madness.
But remember this: “God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and a sound mind.” — 2 Timothy 1:7
We were born for this hour.
This is what faithfulness looks like when the world forgets its Maker.
Let the world rage—we will remain steadfast.
Hold the line. The world may lose its mind, and the Church may lose its courage, but truth still stands, because Christ still reigns.
Some nights I walk outside, look up at the stars, and remember: the same God who holds them in place still holds His people together.
The world may go mad, but those who belong to Him will never lose their minds.
The only real question left is, will we cling to sanity or join the parade of madness marching toward the cliff?
Sanity isn’t silence. Truth isn’t hate. And obedience to Christ will always look like rebellion to a world at war with Him.
I completely understand and agree.
I haven’t deduced all the details yet but I can say that their “new normal” can never be normal but only abnormal. That’s because it’s not founded on anything true or correct but rather on disordered thoughts and feelings coming from individuals who regard themselves as ‘progressives’ but which actually means ‘supremacists’. All the New Worlders are supremacists.
Progressives, as supremacists, never have to admit to being wrong or be sorry because new normal New World supremacists can never be wrong. Only the ‘old normal’ is always wrong.
What else can this disordered reasoning be if not self-induced psychosis?
Yes, it is quite uncomfortable living with that derangement.
What else is sad about them is that there can be no light-hearted banter or joking with them. They politicize everything so that there’s nothing to share with them, no unifying American view, no freedom of speech or religion or anything else. For them it’s always about fitting everything within their rigid political structure.
They’re very much like Nazis were, minus the nationalism, but it’s still about their supremacism.
It’s all about their supremacism without light-hearted banter because of their self-centered pride. Pride is what transformed Lucifer into satan and pride is what transformed the Dems, Deepstate, etc. into demoniac totalitarians. They are most like demons, in other words.
You’re quite right that they’re most like demons in that their supremacism comes from their wicked pride, the same pride that leads demons to defy God’s just Kingdom by constructing their own tyrannical wicked Satanic one.
But putting it in worldly terms I’d say they’re curtailing our freedom of speech, and even our joking, by calling everything offensive that violates their social justice DEI.
Yes, light-hearted banter and jokes can be mildly unkind but they’re true and they’re presented humorously, with no real offense intended, but social justice DEI won’t allow even that politically incorrect speech.
That’s what makes it so stifling of freedom of speech.