We’re Not Building a Feed

When my wife found that old phone and logged into her Facebook account, she wasn’t expecting what she saw.

Neither was I.

An old friend—a mother of four, a woman we used to share long drives and late-night prayers with—dead.

Just like that.

She once burned with conviction.Now she’s gone.And I keep thinking…

Who’s next?

That’s why I can’t stop writing.It’s why I won’t shut up or slow down.

The enemy’s not sleeping.So neither will I.

But we can’t do this alone anymore.This mission has to multiply.

That’s why I’m launching something new:A private Telegram group.

📌It’s not ready yet.But when it is—paid subscribers will get exclusive access.

This won’t be a meme page or an echo chamber.This will be a war camp.A community of conviction.A place where we sharpen each other, challenge each other, and grow into the men and parents this moment demands.

And I’ll need help.Moderators.Administrators.Builders.

If you’re a paid subscriber and want to be part of that ground floor—this is your chance.

But beyond community, we need resources.

This is a war, and I’m building a war chest.Not for ads.Not for comfort.For reach. For printing. For firepower.

If this mission has ever hit you in the chest—if you’ve said “We need this voice”—Then I’m asking you to stand with us now.

Put $3 toward the war chest:👉 https://buy.stripe.com/cN23cnaqR9Jj85W9AY

If you've been waiting to jump in…If you've said,

Then now’s the time.

👊 Become a paid subscriber and join the mission.

The culture is discipling your kids.The church is asleep.And the enemy is organizing.

So are we.

Let’s build.