
There’s a kind of fracture you don’t hear when it starts.
It doesn’t slam doors or shout in all caps. It settles like dust in a room no one’s cleaned. You don’t notice it at first—until you run your hand across the windowsill and realize something sacred has been sitting in neglect.
It shows up slow—through suspicion dressed as discernment, silence pretending to be wisdom, and side-eyes hiding behind the phrase, “I’m just being honest.”
It whispers, not roars.
And still, it splits the house in two.
Jesus once said, “Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation, and every city or house divided against itself will not stand.”
He wasn’t being dramatic. He was being surgical. This wasn’t metaphor. It was diagnosis.
He was responding to people who accused Him of driving out demons using demonic power. Instead of defending His ego, He offered them a simple logic check:
“How can evil fight itself and win? If I’m breaking chains, how could I be working for the one who forged them?”
In Today’s Terms
If you claim to be protecting the house while tearing its beams apart, you’re not a guardian. You’re a firestarter.
We don’t need enemies when we’re this good at dismantling one another.
Sometimes it starts with a DM.
A rumor.
A vague, “Someone told me…”
And suddenly, the trust that once held us quietly together turns brittle.
We like to think our motives are clean. That our critiques are pure. That our instincts are holy. But Galatians 5 warns us: Don’t become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another. Not because disagreement is sin—but because spiritual arrogance in disguise is still spiritual arrogance. And that kind of rot doesn’t need a megaphone. It just needs a platform and a few bitter hearts willing to amplify it.
We forget: the enemy doesn’t always come through the front door.
Sometimes, he’s already sitting at the table, wearing the name tag of “concern.”
The Peacemakers
Jesus didn’t bless the loudest voice.
He blessed the peacemakers.
Not the peace-avoiders.
Not the passive-aggressives.
Not the silence-specialists.
The peacemakers. The ones who do the messy work of rebuilding what others were ready to burn.
Because peace is not silence. Peace is choosing to repair when it would be easier to retreat or retaliate.
As Viktor Frankl once wrote, “When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”
And maybe that’s where real spiritual maturity begins—not in pointing out who broke the unity, but in asking whether we were too proud to notice we were holding a hammer too.
Soul Insights
🔍 for the Discerning Heart
1. Loyalty isn’t loud.
It doesn’t need hashtags or takedowns. Real loyalty pulls people aside, asks the hard questions, and protects dignity in the process.
2. Suspicion grows faster than truth.
Once mistrust takes root, even genuine love starts looking like manipulation. You begin to see shadows where there was once light.
3. Not every red flag is a revelation.
Some are just your old wounds flapping in someone else’s storm. Pause before you claim discernment—what you’re feeling may be your own healing work still in progress.
4. Words build or break—there is no neutral.
As Proverbs 18:21 reminds us, life and death are in the power of the tongue. The question isn’t just, “Is it true?” but, “What will this truth create in the people who hear it?”
5. Real strength is in restraint, not retaliation.
It’s easy to rage-tweet. Harder to reach out. One tears the house down. The other quietly rebuilds it brick by brick.
🌿 Final Thoughts: What Are You Building?
Sometimes the danger isn’t the wolf at the door—it’s the cold shoulder in the living room. The private group chat. The assumptions no one fact-checked. The line drawn between people who were once on the same side.
And when that happens, the house doesn’t collapse because of some sudden external force.
It falls because we left the cracks unattended.
As someone once said: “In essentials, unity; in non-essentials, liberty; in all things, charity.”
That last part—charity—is where we usually trip.
Jesus never said a divided house might fall.
He said it will.
So before you defend “the truth,” ask:
Am I building unity, or just building my case?
Am I still protecting the home—or just burning what I can’t control?
Because in the end, it’s not the storm that breaks us.
It’s the cracks we refused to seal when we still had time.
© 2025 Amelie Chambord

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