IF THEY LIVED
IF THEY LIVED
People keep asking,
“What happened to America? Why has everything become so dark, so broken, so violent?”
But few are willing to face the answer.
One–third of an entire generation never got to breathe.
Ideas were buried.
Songs were silenced.
Teachers never stood in classrooms.
Inventors never touched blueprints.
Healers never laid hands.
Peacemakers never spoke.
Their laughter was never heard.
Their tears never sanctified the ground.
Their destinies were erased before they were written.
We are not just missing people —
we are living inside the vacuum created by their absence.
Seventy-three million unborn children.
That is not a statistic.
That is a graveyard.
And nowhere is that void felt more painfully than in the Black community.
Because when life is erased, legacy collapses with it.
Lineage is broken.
Memory is fractured.
Future is aborted.
IF THEY LIVED…
Our neighborhoods would not feel like abandoned battlefields.
Our churches would still echo with children running the aisles.
Our elders would be surrounded by generations instead of forgotten in silence.
If they lived, there would be more Black-owned businesses,
more fathers teaching sons the dignity of work,
more mothers shaping daughters who walk in identity instead of insecurity.
There would be more families building wealth instead of merely surviving systems designed to
drain them.
If they lived, there would be more police officers who protect because they love the streets that
raised them.
More judges who once sat in the same classrooms now crumbling.
More reformers who didn’t study justice from a book but from a childhood rescued.
If they lived, the arts would overflow —
poets preaching hope,
musicians restoring worship,
storytellers healing trauma,
entrepreneurs resurrecting entire communities.
But now we are watching 2 Timothy 3 unfold before our eyes:
“In the last days perilous times shall come.
For men shall be lovers of their own selves… lovers of pleasure more than lovers of God…
having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof.”
We are not confused.
We are described.
This is not a mystery age —
this is a mirrored age.
People boast in sin, celebrate rebellion, despise correction, and call it freedom.
Families are broken, children are disposable, truth is negotiable, and holiness is mocked.
And then comes 2 Timothy 4:
“The time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine;
but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears…
and they shall turn away their ears from the truth.”
We are not lacking information.
We are lacking obedience.
And still God offers a choice — the ancient fork in the road:
Psalm 1 stands like a signpost:
“Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly…
but his delight is in the law of the Lord…
He shall be like a tree planted by rivers of water.”
America is not dying from lack of knowledge —
it is dying from lack of roots.
And Psalm 2 thunders into the courtroom of nations:
“Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?
The kings of the earth set themselves against the Lord…”
We have not drifted from God —
we have declared war on Him.
We silenced the womb.
We erased the orphan.
We abandoned the widow.
We traded reverence for relevance.
And then we wondered why heaven feels closed.
IF THEY LIVED…
There would be more peacemakers than predators.
More innovators than influencers.
More pastors who shepherd instead of perform.
More children who know scripture before trauma.
We wouldn’t be asking, “Where are the leaders?”
They would be sitting at our dinner tables right now.
But God is not finished.
The altar is still open.
Mercy still flows.
Repentance still works.
Return.
Not to politics.
Not to personalities.
Not to movements.
Return to the Lord.
Do not be conformed to a culture that celebrates death while starving for life.
Do not trade eternity for applause.
Do not confuse tolerance with truth.
America…
the question is no longer what happened to us?
The question is: will we repent?
Not your will —
but God’s will be done.