
Thereβs a kind of fracture you donβt hear when it starts.
It doesnβt slam doors or shout in all caps. It settles like dust in a room no oneβs cleaned. You donβt notice it at firstβuntil you run your hand across the windowsill and realize something sacred has been sitting in neglect.
It shows up slowβthrough suspicion dressed as discernment, silence pretending to be wisdom, and side-eyes hiding behind the phrase, βIβm just being honest.β
It whispers, not roars.
And still, it splits the house in two.
Jesus once said, βEvery kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation, and every city or house divided against itself will not stand.β
He wasnβt being dramatic. He was being surgical. This wasnβt 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:
βHow can evil fight itself and win? If Iβm breaking chains, how could I be working for the one who forged them?β
In Todayβs Terms
If you claim to be protecting the house while tearing its beams apart, youβre not a guardian. Youβre a firestarter.
We donβt need enemies when weβre this good at dismantling one another.
Sometimes it starts with a DM.
A rumor.
A vague, βSomeone told meβ¦β
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: Donβt become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another. Not because disagreement is sinβbut because spiritual arrogance in disguise is still spiritual arrogance. And that kind of rot doesnβt need a megaphone. It just needs a platform and a few bitter hearts willing to amplify it.
We forget: the enemy doesnβt always come through the front door.
Sometimes, heβs already sitting at the table, wearing the name tag of βconcern.β
The Peacemakers
Jesus didnβt 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, βWhen we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.β
And maybe thatβs where real spiritual maturity beginsβnot 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
π for the Discerning Heart
1. Loyalty isnβt loud.
It doesnβt 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 elseβs storm. Pause before you claim discernmentβwhat youβre feeling may be your own healing work still in progress.
4. Words build or breakβthere is no neutral.
As Proverbs 18:21 reminds us, life and death are in the power of the tongue. The question isnβt just, βIs it true?β but, βWhat will this truth create in the people who hear it?β
5. Real strength is in restraint, not retaliation.
Itβs easy to rage-tweet. Harder to reach out. One tears the house down. The other quietly rebuilds it brick by brick.
πΏ Final Thoughts: What Are You Building?
Sometimes the danger isnβt the wolf at the doorβitβs 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 doesnβt collapse because of some sudden external force.
It falls because we left the cracks unattended.
As someone once said: βIn essentials, unity; in non-essentials, liberty; in all things, charity.β
That last partβcharityβis where we usually trip.
Jesus never said a divided house might fall.
He said it will.
So before you defend βthe truth,β ask:
Am I building unity, or just building my case?
Am I still protecting the homeβor just burning what I canβt control?
Because in the end, itβs not the storm that breaks us.
Itβs the cracks we refused to seal when we still had time.
Β© 2025 Amelie Chambord

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