The Berean Post

Jesus' words are as raw, clear, and disruptive as it was the day He preached it. That’s why so many avoid it. Because it doesn’t let us hide in religious games. It calls us out of self-love into cross-bearing. Out of chasing platforms into secret obedience. Out of comfort and self worship into discipleship.

Statistics say by the time Canadians hit 40, half of us will have—or have had—a mental illness. Half! So basically, either you’ve already been there, you’re headed there, or you’re the unicorn still pretending coffee, retail therapy, and “positive vibes” are enough to keep you sane.

We live in a world where everything is expected to be instant. Drive-thru meals, Amazon Prime deliveries, binge-watching whole seasons in one night. And somewhere along the way, we decided life should work the same way.

It’s hard to know what to believe anymore. The flood of information isn’t just out there—it’s hunting us down. Following us. Demanding our attention. Our phones, TV's, radios, Social Media Ads, even checking your email is not safe… it’s all right there, all the time, shaping us, and molding us into it's image.

Humanity doesn’t suffer from a lack of self-love—we’re drowning in it. We have entire pages dedicated to ourselves (me included). We chase our lusts, wants, and desires no matter the cost to others. We elevate our feelings and subjectivity as truth. And when evil shows up, we point the finger out there...politicians, corporations, “the system”, you name it. Rarely do we dare to look in the mirror.

Basically life was unfair or is extra hard on you, and now you carry a laminated Victim Card into every exchange, every relationship, every conflict. Everything is stacked against you so it's never your fault.

Culture keeps trying to convince us sex is casual, like borrowing a pen or grabbing a coffee. But if it’s really “just physical,” then why do breakups feel like funerals? Why do people drown in ice cream tubs and Taylor Swift playlists after a “casual fling”? Deep down, we all know—it’s never just physical.

We take on other people’s convictions because we want to belong, to be seen as “spiritual,” or simply because we don’t want to rock the boat. So in the group, we nod along, agree with their rules, and even repeat their language like it’s ours.

Deep down, saving people makes us feel powerful. Needed. Important. Righteous. But helping isn’t always helping though. Sometimes you're handing someone the shovel they’re using to dig their own hole.

When something shakes us, our brains often skip steps. Instead of dealing with the one, small frustration in front of us, we leap ahead into a storm that hasn’t even formed yet.

Every decade had its apocalypse. Fear sells and controls. It also shapes how people live, save, parent, and dream. When people believe life (or the world) could collapse at any moment wisdom takes a back seat to indulgence, apathy, and despair.

Nobody really prepares you for midlife. One day you’re fine, the next you’re Googling “Why am I crying over a sandwich commercial?” or “Can hot flashes set off the smoke alarm?”

When the extreme mood swings started—panic attacks, crying at small things, being unable to juggle stress and busyness like before—I truly thought I was losing my mind.

You think you’ve buried the issue, but then it pops out in a sarcastic tone, a cold shoulder, or that one snappy reply you didn’t mean but definitely meant.

Talking to someone with a different perspective can be quite frustrating —not because they disagree with me, but because they refuse to even consider what I’m saying.

Ever walked into a room and immediately forgotten why you were there—because you got distracted by the pile of mail, a box of cords, and a stack of “someday” clothes? Yeah. Same.

Procrastination is just a lie we tell ourselves: “I’ll have more motivation later.” Spoiler: you won’t. But you will have more stress, more resentment, and possibly fewer clean socks.

Let’s face it: community is overrated. Who needs people checking in on you, asking how you’re really doing, or (gasp) calling out your self-destructive tendencies? No thanks. That’s exhausting. People are exhausting. They ask how you’re doing, expect you to wear pants, and talk during movies.

If you’re feeling guilty for resting, remember: even God took a day off. Rest isn’t laziness. It’s an act of faith. So cancel the guilt trip, make some tea, put your feet up—and don’t just rest from your work. Rest for your life.

Who has time to “be present” when there’s so much future to fantasize about? Why enjoy your messy, miracle-filled now when you could obsess over the imaginary, cleaner, richer later? Today used to be the season you prayed for. But if you keep waiting for perfect, you’ll blink and realize you missed the actual blessings of your current season. If you're not careful, you’ll spend this season waiting for the next one to fulfill you, and every fulfilled dream will feel like a