Church folks, go ahead and clutch your pearls. I will wait.

I am making this comparison anyway because I think it is worth making and I think more people feel it than will say it out loud.

Remember Moses?

God chose him. Not because the people voted for him. Not because a committee reviewed his qualifications and issued a unanimous approval. God chose him because God does what God does — He picks the man He picks, sends him when He sends him, and expects the assignment to be completed regardless of how the crowd feels about the carrier.

And the crowd had feelings. Loud ones.

Every time Moses moved, the room split. Half the people were electrified. The other half were complaining, questioning, and calling him names. They did not understand what they were watching. They could not see that every miracle, every confrontation, every plague was not punishment — it was process. God was dismantling something that had held His people for four hundred years. It was not going to come apart quietly.

Here is the part that should make every thinking person stop and sit with the weight of it.

Every miracle made Pharaoh tighten his grip. Every act of God on behalf of the people made their immediate situation worse before it made it better. The pressure increased before the door opened. The people who were supposed to be on their way to freedom were grinding harder under bondage while their deliverer was standing in the palace doing exactly what God told him to do.

And they were furious at Moses for it.

They complained in Egypt. They complained at the Red Sea. They complained in the wilderness with manna on the ground and water from a rock. They built a golden calf while the man was on the mountain getting the law that would govern their nation. And when things got hard enough — when the discomfort of freedom became more uncomfortable than the familiarity of chains — they wanted to go back.

Let that land.

They wanted to go back to bondage. Not because bondage was good. Because bondage was familiar. Because at least in Egypt they knew what to expect. Freedom was loud and messy and uncertain and it required something from them that slavery never did — faith in a process they could not fully see or control.

I am watching the same movie right now.

Donald Trump is not Moses. I want to be careful and precise here. I am not writing scripture. I am making an observation about a pattern that God has used before and that I believe He is using again. If God chooses to work through imperfect, unconventional, polarizing figures to accomplish national deliverance — and He has a well-documented history of doing exactly that — then what we are watching in this political moment deserves more than a reaction. It deserves discernment.

Trump walks into rooms that have not been walked into before. He pulls on threads that every previous administration left alone because pulling on them creates friction and friction creates enemies and enemies create noise. The noise is loud right now. The pressure is real. Prices are up. Uncertainty is high. The process is uncomfortable.

Some of us understand that temporary pressure is sometimes the cost of structural change. That you cannot dismantle four decades of embedded corruption, globalist policy, and institutional rot without the dismantling feeling violent to the people inside the structure. That the door does not open quietly after this many years of it being locked.

The other half is calling him names and talking about going back to normal.

But normal was the problem. Normal was the slow drain. Normal was the open border, the weaponized agency, the inflation nobody admitted was policy, the foreign war nobody voted for, the culture that ate the children while the adults argued about pronouns. Normal was bondage with better branding.

I am not telling you Trump is perfect. Moses was not perfect either. He murdered a man. He argued with God at a burning bush. He struck a rock he was told to speak to and paid for it with the promised land. God still used him. God still parted the sea. God still fed the million. God still brought them through.

If this is that kind of moment — and I believe it is — then where it ends does not depend on the people who turned their backs on the movement. It did not depend on them then. It will not depend on them now.

The question is not whether God will finish what He started.

The question is which side of the Red Sea you will be standing on when He does.

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Stephon Rudd