Friday, January 30, 2026

To reject the immigrant is to reject Christ Himself.


To reject the immigrant is to reject Christ Himself

Scripture Does Not Ask 
Whether Immigrants Deserve Compassion.
It Commands It.
To reject the immigrant is to reject Christ Himself.
A critique of Christian hypocrisy on immigration,
moral authority, and selective judgment,
grounded in St Paul’s command to expose works of darkness.

COMPASSION IS NOT OPTIONAL

Scripture does not pause to conduct a moral audit of the immigrant.

It does not ask whether the stranger is sufficiently productive, sufficiently legal, sufficiently grateful.

It commands.

Care for the stranger.
Welcome the foreigner.
Remember that you too were once strangers.

Not as a suggestion.
As obedience.

They are not an inconvenience to be managed.
They are not a demographic problem to be solved.
They are woven into the mysterious arithmetic of redemption.

The Gospel spreads along roads first walked by migrants.
The Holy Family fled as refugees.
Pentecost itself was multilingual.

And yet imagine claiming to defend Christianity
while actively resisting Christ’s gathering of the nations.

Imagine obstructing the very work you claim to adore.

Imagine speaking endlessly of “Christian values”
while narrowing the heart of God to the size of a border checkpoint.

Every Easter, you watch The Passion of the Christ.

You sit in silence as the Lord is scourged.
You weep as the nails are driven.
You grieve at His suffering.

But when He appears again
in the poor,
in the migrant,
in the stranger at the gate—

your compassion evaporates.

The tears were real.
The conversion was not.

And yes, let us speak plainly.

The producer of that film, Mel Gibson, presented himself as a defender of moral order, repentance, Christian virtue.

A traditionalist voice.
A guardian of orthodoxy.

What followed?

Hate-filled remarks.
Widely reported antisemitic and racist statements.
A moral collapse in full public view.

He is not an isolated anomaly.

He is a pattern.

A pattern in which religious symbolism is exalted
while the ethic of Christ is quietly ignored.

A pattern in which spectacle replaces sanctity.
In which suffering is aestheticized
but mercy is rationed.

It is easy to defend a crucifix on a wall.

It is harder to recognize Christ in the displaced.

The Sacred Heart is not a logo.
It is a wound that bleeds for the world.

And Scripture does not ask whether immigrants deserve compassion.

It commands it.

The Absurd Reversal

And so we arrive at the absurdity of our moment.

The party caricatured as godless and demonic insists on compassion for immigrants.

The party that loudly proclaims its love for God canonises the man who most ostentatiously declared, “Empathy is a made-up word. I hate it.”

Make that make sense.

No, really. Make it make sense.

Faith Invoked, Ethics Ignored

They invoke faith as authority, yet violate its most basic ethical demands.

Not the advanced ones.

The most basic.

We are told that deportations are the issue.

Very well.

Obama deported many more people than his critics care to remember.

So tell me:

Did he violate the most basic ethical demands of his faith, or of any faith known to mankind?

Or is the outrage selective?

Judgment Without Self-Examination

They demand judgment for “sinners”.

For LGBTQ people.

For all Democrats.

For Obama most of all, long branded a “God-hater”.

Yet they recoil at being judged by even a fraction of Scripture.

This, from those who treat the Bible as the gold standard of righteousness.

Modern-day Pharisees.

St Paul’s Instruction, Taken Seriously

For those who still wish to take seriously the work of their salvation, even though many now insist that no work, moral effort, or obedience is required, take Saint Paul at his word:

“And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them.”

What “Reprove” Actually Means

To reprove is not to sneer.
It is not to posture.
It is not to enjoy the fall of another.

To reprove is to step into the light and insist that others do the same.

It is to correct when error begins to calcify.
To admonish before decay becomes culture.
To caution while there is still time to turn.
To warn because silence would be betrayal.
To counsel with gravity, not gossip.

It is to remonstrate, to say, This path leads somewhere you do not wish to go.

It is to rebuke when gentler words have failed.
To confront what others politely step around.
To call it out without theatrics.
To challenge what has grown comfortable in its corruption.

To expose.
To denounce.
To censure.

Not for spectacle.
For clarity.

To reprimand because love refuses indifference.
To indict when harm is systemic.
To convict in the court of conscience.

To bear witness against.
To testify against.
To bring to light what thrives only in shadow.

To name it.
To say it plainly.
To refuse to excuse it.
To tell the truth about it.

Reproof is not cruelty.
It is moral courage under discipline.

It is what light does when it encounters darkness.

“And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them.”

Don Kenobi

#MyFrancisEssays 
#OldManInTheMolue 

PostScript:
Scripture is consistent. Compassion is not optional. Here are some. ible verses to consider:

  • Leviticus 19:33–34: Love the stranger as yourself.
  • Deuteronomy 10:18–19: God loves the stranger. Therefore, so must you.
  • Exodus 22:21: Do not wrong or oppress the stranger.
  • Zechariah 7:9–10: Do not oppress the sojourner or the poor.
  • Matthew 25:40: What you do to the least, you do to Christ.
  • Hebrews 13:2: Hospitality to strangers may be holy ground.
  • Jesus: “I was a stranger, and you welcomed me.” Matthew 25:35
  • To reject the immigrant therefore, is to reject Christ Himself.




Rewarding Failure: Fail Loudly, Celebrate Wildly

Rewarding Failure: Fail Loudly, Celebrate Wildly

Monologue (Timotheus):

He has no doctrine...

You want me to say something?

Alright.

Here is his doctrine.

Fail loudly.

Double down.

Call it greatness.

Celebrate it.

Fail wildly.

Celebrate it wildly.

No, seriously.

How long do we plan to keep up the pretence?

No, no. Seriously.

How long do we keep pretending this is something other than pure lunacy?

How long do we keep pretending this is normal?

I was washing plates and one slipped, hit the marble top. I did not mean to break it. (Perhaps I did!)

Yes, I wash my plates after eating. Duh.

Spare me that look.

The telly was on, that old word still fits sometimes, and there he was.

That man.

Smiling.

Performing.

Handing a golden key to one of those men Roosevelt once warned us about, the malevolent of great wealth.

He handed him a key as if history were a game show and power a party favor.

And suddenly it all clicked.

Not slowly.

Instantly.

This was never about governance.

Or competence.

Or truth.

It was about flooding the system with spam behaviour. Overwhelm it. Force it into overdrive. Commit an audacious act on Monday. Say something uncivilized on Tuesday. Double down on Wednesday. Execute extrajudicial violence on Friday. Threaten Canada one week. Insult China the next. Belittle Britain. Mock the EU. Reverse course. Escalate again. Repeat.

It is about stretching unaccountability until it snaps. You would need a million lawyers and special counsels just to track the chaos. Then, sue the IRS for leaking the fact that you have never paid taxes in your life.

This is not strategy.

It is spectacle.

Turning moral, diplomatic, and economic collapse into performance and insisting that wreckage is achievement if the applause is loud enough.

He called his disastrous first term “the greatest in American history.”

Overwhelmed, I said nothing.

Then I got angry with myself for saying nothing. For letting the absurdity pass without comment.

But I had been tired. Truly tired. Worn down by other work, other battles. And for a moment, that assault on reason slipped by without so much as a murmur from the Molue.

I am glad I am speaking now.

Because it is a duty.

Mine, and yours too.

To resist everything that resists Christliness.

I know.

I know.

You would rather practice the soft gospel. The sweetened one. The prosperity version. The one that whispers that faith is a ladder and wealth is proof.

The one that quietly hopes you might one day be wealthy like them.

I understand the pull. Truly. The allure of that distortion of Christianity is powerful.

It promises comfort without cost.

Blessing without burden.

Glory without the cross.

But let us be clear.

The Bible, not your bank balance, must be our guide. Always.

“You were once darkness,” Paul writes, “but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light. Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them.”

Not excuse them.

Not baptize them.

Expose them.

So yes.

Deep exhale.

This is not politics dressed up as piety.

This is discernment.

This is fidelity.

This is refusing to clap when failure demands applause and refusing to call darkness light simply because it sparkles.

I rest

Don Kenobi

#FailedLeadership

#FruitlessDeeds

#ResistWhatResistsChrist

#TheAtomicityOfGoodness

#MyFrancisEssays

#OldManInTheMolue

Wednesday, January 28, 2026

What Should a Christian Do When Questioning Their Denomination?



What Should a Christian Do

When Questioning Their Denomination?



How Should a Christian Discern the Right Christian Tradition?

This essay examines a quiet drift.

Modern Christianity, shaped by the prosperity gospel,

and by “Best Life Now” theology,

moving from the Cross

toward comfort.

Drawing on Scripture, on the lives of the saints,

and on the call to run the race with fear and trembling,

it asks believers to discern carefully...


What Should a Christian Do When Questioning Their Denomination?

Try Catholicism First.

What we need most importantly, and what many prosperitarians will not hear, is virtue.

Prosperitarians?

No. I do not mean congregations that sing that lovely song.

I mean those who subscribe to prosperity Christianity.

Those who want to live their “Best Life Now,” in the words of a pastor I truly love, but who is truly wrong.

So let me be clear.

I want to live my best life now, unquestionably.

But it must be tied to helping others live their own best years now.


God and Suffering

God is always on the side of suffering humanity.

It would take a special kind of leaven, the yeast of the Pharisees, to make me believe that those who suffer are less righteous than I am.

And it would take a special kind of hard-heartedness to look at a suffering world, give thanks for my blessings, even boast, eat and sleep and live my “best life now,” while so very many go to bed hungry, sleep on sidewalks, and beg day and night for alms.

Holding on to hope.

Watching the rest of us drive past in our Sunday best, on our way to church, and then drive back home again.


The Question of “Best Life”

I want to live my best life now, unquestionably.

But no one lives their best years with a millstone placed by the enemy around their neck.

My best life, therefore, must be tied to helping others live a better life now.

Our best years must be bound up with liberating others, using whatever charisms we have been graced with.

Our best life, then, is not comfort.

It is storming the gates of hell and setting captives free.

When they are free, then we can talk about the “best life” promised by the prosperitarians.

(Long expository digression.)

So?


What We Need Most Urgently

So what we need most importantly, and what many prosperitarians will not hear, is this:

Virtue.

Virtue.

Virtue.

Virtue.


Virtue Comes First

Any version of Christianity that leads you toward virtue is the right version.

But.

That is only the first step.

It is like being invited to a banquet and wearing the proper wedding garments, so you are not thrown out at the door.

Being at the banquet does not automatically mean you are in relationship with the one who hosted it.

Remember, you were invited because the original guests refused to come.


Beyond Attendance

Relationship requires more than showing up.

It requires intimacy.

It requires knowing Him.

His nature.

What He loves.

What He asks of you.

In the morning.

In the afternoon.

In the evening.

And at night.

And how do you learn this?

By studying the lives of the heroically virtuous.

The saints.

Better still, by studying the religious tradition that formed them that way.


The Stakes

We must never forget the value of our soul, and the divine drama playing out over it.

That eternal drama over who will have it forever.

Who will claim it.

Who will have fellowship with it forever.

Who will listen to its praise and dwell in it eternally.

Or who will hear its wailing and gnashing of teeth,

and revel in it eternally.

For a deeper grounding in this argument on virtue:

👉 https://donkenobi.blogspot.com/2025/11/the-forgotten-doctrine-of-virtue-video.html


Run Your Race

“Run your race with fear and trembling,” the preacher said.

(Philippians 2:12)

He knew exactly what he was talking about.

But wait.

What race?

What race am I running if I am running alongside prosperitarians?

I know you hate that word. I hate it too.

What fear and trembling exists in living our best lives now?

Fear of the loss of comfort?

Fear of picking up the cross and carrying it?

You have no chance of coming after Jesus without these:

(a) Denying yourself

(b) Taking up your cross daily

(c) Following Jesus

Read it yourself:

“If anyone would come after Me, let him deny himself, take up his cross daily, and follow Me.”

(Luke 9:23)

He said this to all.

Not to some.

So.

Who has bewitched those who bewitch others with the false gospel of prosperity,

causing them to tolerate that “best life now” doctrine,

a doctrine that despises the Cross?


A Final Word

If you are thinking of switching, switch with fear and trembling.

Not in search of comfort, relevance, or applause from crowds.

But in search of holiness, discipline, and truth that cuts.

Ask not where you feel affirmed, but where you are formed.

Where your soul is trained, corrected, and loved enough for truth.

Choose a tradition that forms saints, not spectators.

One that refuses to flatter you or bargain with the Cross.

One that denies crowns before teaching how to carry wood.

The Cross is not an obstacle to the Christian life.

It is the narrow way into it.

I rest my case.

Don Kenobi



Monday, January 26, 2026

Ethiopian Christianity, Pope Francis, and The Place for Africans in European Christianity

Is There a Place for Africans in European Christianity? 

A Personal Reckoning
This essay examines whether African Christians!
truly have a home within European Christianity.
Drawing on TV encounters with Pope Francis, 

and a growing awareness of Ethiopian Orthodoxy. 
It confronts spiritual envy, historical erasure, 
and the search for an ancient, unnegotiated Christ.

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A Growing Unease

The more I think about this, the more I am scared of where the conclusions might lead.

Lately, I have been bombarded with posts about Ethiopian Christianity.
And I keep saying to myself, hmm.


Pope Francis, My First Pope

I love Pope Leo.
I absolutely, absolutely adored Pope Francis.

I can almost say this with certainty: I know what it must have felt like to live in the time of Jesus, because I lived in the time of Pope Francis.

He was my first pope in every meaningful sense.

Before him, there were popes I knew about. After him, there will be popes I recognize. But Francis made me decide I could become Catholic.

Why?

Because I thought, whatever faith produces a man like that, that must be the faith.


A Disquieting Contrast

Pope Benedict XVI, on the other hand, never sat well with me. Within weeks, perhaps a month, of becoming pope, he resurrected something that happened more than 500 years ago: Muslims overrunning parts of Europe. The world erupted. He had to visit Lebanon or Jordan to smooth things over.

He was German. That was it.

I already knew that history. What disturbed me was the timing.

The world needed soothing words, not historical provocation.

Did he, shortly after, remind us of the Catholic Church’s role in the slave trade?
Of course not.


Francis and the Scandal of Simplicity

Francis was different. Radically so.

He gave us a pope with African and Creole heritage, not as tokenism, but as incarnation. He was a genius and a spiritual giant, deeply misunderstood.

When what you say is brutally simple, yet capable of shattering the walls we have built around our hearts, misunderstanding is almost guaranteed.

I feel a little pity for certain cardinals who kick against Francis. They should be careful. They should examine themselves.

Scripture warns us about kicking against the pricks.

Nothing exposes envy like proximity to gifts we do not possess, especially spiritual gifts.
There is no end to envy of that kind.


Envy, Authority, and God Uninvited

The Pharisees will be remembered, for as long as history is written, for their spiritual envy of God Himself. Of course, they will never accept that Jesus is God in any form.

I understand that.

You see, sending a Savior who called sinners to repentance meant something profound. The boundaries of “a kingdom of priests” and “a holy nation” in Exodus 19:6 were no longer being guarded. They were being extended.

The calling was not withdrawn from Israel, but widened to draw more people in. And this was unacceptable to them.

They had not asked God for this.
Nor had they given their permission.

How different is this from those who literally weed immigrants from their midst, not because the blessings of living in a democratic nation, guarded by precepts of compassion, liberty, and dignity, have been withdrawn, but because they have been extended?

How different?

Like the Pharisees of old, God apparently needs their permission to draw people to a place where, free from war, pestilence, and the dearth of opportunity, they may, as Maslow described, lift their attention beyond mere physiological survival.

How different?

But I digress.


Turning Toward Ethiopia

Where was I?

Ah. Ethiopian Christianity.

The more I think about the Ethiopian Orthodox Church, the more I want to run from it. Not because it is frightening, but because it feels complete. Ancient. Unnegotiated. Untouched by modern vanity.

And I have often wondered whether there is truly a place for Africans in European Christianity. Francis made me believe there might be. Or perhaps that there already was, and we simply forgot.


The Pentecostal Collapse

What is obvious to me now is this: Pentecostalism has failed.

No other expression of Christianity has been so casually anti-Jesus. None more conceited. None more self-righteous. None more reckless with heresy.

They jump from heresy to recanting heresy into new heresies without missing a beat, with confidence, even elegance.

When they are wrong, they are loudly wrong, and yet convinced they are right.
You cannot argue with them.

And when they are right, everyone else is wrong, even those who preserved, at great cost, the traditions they now loudly appropriate.

It is mind-boggling.


The Question That Won’t Let Go

Where was I?

Ah yes. Ethiopian Christianity.

Could Jesus be waiting for us there?
For you?
For me?

For us, lovers of Christ, tired of spectacle, noise, and counterfeit authority?

For Africans?

I am scared of thinking what I am thinking.

Hmm.

Case not rested.


Don Kenobi
#MyFrancisEssays
#OldManInTheMolue


Friday, January 23, 2026

“The Shabbiest U.S. President Ever”: George Will’s Warning, Seven Years On


“The Shabbiest U.S. President Ever”


George Will, a lifelong conservative, once called Donald Trump
“the shabbiest U.S. president ever.” 
and this was in 2019!
Seven years later, his warning reads like prophecy, 
as America, NATO, and Civic Virtue continue to erode.


George Will and the Long View

George Will. Here is what he once wrote about Trump - he called him “the shabbiest U.S. president ever.”

“The shabbiest U.S. president ever is an inexpressibly sad specimen.” He wrote.....I have been reading George Will since 1974. Yes, nineteen-seventy-four.

He was the first arch-conservative I ever encountered. I disliked him then, based on the views he expressed in his column. If memory serves me correctly, he wrote at the time for Newsweek, not Time

I may be mistaken on that detail, because I did not like Newsweek much and therefore tend to associate him with it. 

Both magazines were delivered simultaneously to our home. Neither my brother nor my very humble self needed much encouragement.'

We devoured them.

My respect for George F. Will has grown over time. I never did find out what the “F” stands for, but I did come to appreciate something more important: he formed his opinions from principle and stood by them.

What Will Was Really Saying

In that essay, Will was not merely insulting Donald Trump’s style or temperament. His argument was far more serious.

He was saying that Trump represented a collapse of civic virtue, constitutional restraint, and presidential dignity. In Will’s view, Trump was not just embarrassing. He was institutionally corrosive.

Will portrayed Trump as a man trapped in a shallow, transactional existence, incapable of genuine friendship beyond utility, untouched by history, and unmoved by the dignity of the office he occupied. Power, in Trump’s hands, was not stewardship. It was self-soothing.

He suggested that Trump lied not primarily to deceive others, but to reassure himself. That the endless boasting and obvious falsehoods functioned as emotional crutches rather than strategy.

Most damning of all, Will implied that Trump’s relationship with his supporters was one of contempt disguised as solidarity. Loyalty was demanded, not earned. Numbers were not to be expanded, only hardened.

This was not a partisan attack.
It was a character judgment.

And it came from a conservative.

Isn’t This What They Midwifed?

I could not help thinking: isn’t this precisely what they inadvertently midwifed?

For context, George Will is a long-time conservative thinker aligned with limited government, constitutionalism, etc. 

Yet within that same tradition, opposition to government efforts to support the most marginalised groups in society often became instinctive, almost a Pavlovian reflex.

“Small government” often meant this: "Be a dwarf when it was time to shoulder the burdens of the bottom 10, 20, or 30 percent of society".

Yet government was allowed to be big when it came to protecting the interests of the top 1 percent.

Is this the right time to speak about offshoring American jobs to China?
Done with profit and dollar signs in corporate eyes, only to later blame China for growing rich by mastering the very jobs America handed over?
Or should I wait one more paragraph?

A Missed Moral Imagination

In my MBA class in Texas a fair amount of time ago, I probably annoyed the professor and a few classmates when I asked a simple question:

How much greater might America have been if those jobs had been offshored to poor minorities within the country, instead of exported entirely and leaving those communities even poorer?

I went further. I suggested that perhaps Black Americans may have been the implicit target. They had grown economically stronger during the heyday of Detroit,  That strength, I argued, may have appeared threatening to the guardians of an oppressive economic order.

That was not the right time or right way to say it?

The rehearsed answer came quickly: minimum wage laws made such ideas impossible.

Not one to give up easily, I suggested something deliberately provocative:

Why not moor ageing aircraft carriers just outside U.S. legal jurisdiction and retrofit them as factories with alternative wage structures? Better than scuttling them.

Absurd? Perhaps.

But no more absurd than hollowing out entire cities and then blaming their residents for collapsing.

At least George Will was honest. He preached what he actually believed. A far cry from Today's 'life long' conservatives.

Everything Trump Touches Dies

George F. Will’s assessment was published seven years ago, on January 19, 2019.

Anyone who concluded at the time that America was entering a downward trajectory, a period of self-reinforcing decline, would not have been wrong.

I do not know which part of Donald Trump’s résumé is difficult to understand.

He accelerates decline, weakening what he touches.

It was clear even before his first election, and again when he ran for a second term, that his presence would deepen social fractures and erode institutions.

There is even a book with this exact title, Everything Trump Touches Dies, written by Rick Wilson, a Republican. It was first published on August 7, 2018, several months before Will’s scathing assessment, and more than two years before Trump’s assault on American democracy.

I am still trying to understand what, precisely, triggered Will to write with such severity nearly two years before January 6.

Perhaps the answer lies in his observation that:

"halfway through this experiment with an incessantly splenetic presidency, much of the nation had grown accustomed to daily mortifications, or worse, had lost its capacity for embarrassment"

The Unmistakable Pattern

The evidence is hard to refute. “Make America Great Again” was always a scam!

America today is is considerably less than it was 12 months ago and much much diminished than it was the day Obama left office.

Trump has Made America Less Again #MALA - just as he did in his first term, in every respect

He's Made America Less Again Economically

Made it less (again) on the world stage - lost all its soft power - for nothing...

Imagine if China pulled off a masterstroke and became a democracy, automatically emerging as the de facto leader of the free world, a title that at the moment seems to sit more comfortably with the president of France.

Trump accelerates decline, weakening what he touches.

He has made NATO, the most formidable military alliance in history, weaker.

His indulgence of Vladimir Putin emboldened Russia’s catastrophic miscalculation in Ukraine, accelerating decline there as well.

Evangelicalism, too, is in decline. Independent research shows that U.S. church participation has been falling for decades, and the Trump era appears to have accelerated that trend.

Even white supremacy has begun turning inward. Many former MAGA adherents can no longer stomach the reality of what they always were, but never fully confronted.

And this may be the only genuinely good consequence of his rise.

Christians in Nigeria, Finding Out the Hard Way

A few days ago, 160 people were kidnapped from a church. Not surprisingly, those who once celebrated U.S. missile strikes in Nigeria are suddenly very quiet, as though pretending nothing happened might somehow put Humpty Dumpty back together again, or keep him on the wall so he never fell in the first place.

Wasn’t it all predictable?

The problem with people who cannot learn from history is simple: they believe history begins only from the moment they “opened their eyes.”

There is a well-intentioned saying in Nigeria: “When you wake, na your morning.” The problem is setting your clock by it.

Once the average Nigerian learns a new historical fact, it often becomes an instant rallying cry.

Overhearing, “You know Istanbul is the same city as the fabled Constantinople, don’t you? Once a Christian city,” is sometimes enough to ignite one pastor, then ten, then a hundred, then a thousand, and before a week has passed, ten thousand.

Weeks are then spent delivering angry sermons denouncing Islam.

Then they learn about Ilorin.

“You also know Ilorin was invaded in 1812 and became part of the Sokoto Caliphate?”

And the firestorm restarts.

Yet there is almost no similarity between the Islamisation of Ilorin and the fall of Constantinople. None.

Different histories.
Different politics.
Different social dynamics.
Different centuries.

But what is the point of explaining historical differences?

Many have already decided what history “means.” They are not seeking understanding, only confirmation. And confirmation is always cheaper than wisdom.

The Achille Lauro Lesson

Some of us remember the Achille Lauro hijacking.

I remember that an old Jewish man in a wheelchair was shot by terrorists and pushed overboard. His name Leon Klinghoffer has stayed with me all these years. May his soul rest in peace. , . I followed that story closely. 1985 or 1986.

Here is the sequence of events that preceded it:

Ronald Reagan had just ordered twin bombings of Benghazi and Tripoli, in response to a discotheque bombing in West Germany that American soldiers frequented.

The terrorists explicitly cited those bombings as their justification for the hijacking.

Why This Still Matters

So why is this story relevant?

Because when America elects leaders ignorant of the fine details of geopolitics, the world becomes a more dangerous place.

The best American presidents have always understood this: grievance is the oxygen of terrorism.

Take away the oxygen, and the fire goes out.

If missile strikes could solve terrorism, it would have been buried long ago in the rubble of bombed encampments. It survives because grievance survives.

Force alone does not solve the problem. The logic of deploying violence against minds already consumed by grievance is itself irrational.

We all know that cutting off one head of the terror monster solves nothing. A dozen, perhaps a hundred, more aggrieved recruits rise in its place.

Why do we keep cutting?

Why?

The Question We Refuse to Ask

Why can’t that question be asked honestly?

If we blame a certain religion for the way people act, what exactly are we going to do about that religion?

Nothing.

There is literally nothing anyone can do.

No religion is going anywhere anytime soon.
Certainly not at the behest of another.

Engagement, Not Supremacy

So? So if we are going to live in the same world and live in peace, we must engage. Engage. Engage.

Christian supremacism, or cultural superiority, itself an offshoot of white supremacism, is the real stumbling block.

I need to say this:

Nothing is quite as tragic, or as ridiculous, as Black African Christians adopting that same posture of cultural superiority, especially in their dealings with people of other religions within their own nations.

They too must engage. Engage. Engage. Engage.

Baldwin IV and Saladin

There is a story of the leper king of Jerusalem facing off against a mighty Muslim warrior, Saladin.

Behind them stood armies of nearly 100,000 men on each side.

Yet the two kings rode forward alone to speak.
To engage.
To give peace one last chance.

“If we engage, we will all die,” the Christian king of Jerusalem said calmly.

Saladin nodded.
History records his reply:
“I will send my best doctors.”

The Christian king suffered from leprosy.

Saladin then turned his horse and ordered his army to retreat.

History vs Hollywood

That, by the way, is the Hollywood version.

What is historically solid is this:

  • Saladin showed unusual respect toward Baldwin IV of Jerusalem.
  • Temporary truces and negotiated pauses did occur.
  • Saladin later sent physicians to treat Baldwin during periods of truce, consistent with Islamic medical diplomacy.

Also historically solid are the following:

  • Baldwin IV reigned from 1174 to 1185.
  • He was famously known as the Leper King.
  • He personally led armies against Saladin and was respected, even by Muslim chroniclers, for courage and restraint.

The need to understand history in order to make wiser present decisions has never been more desperate.

I rest my case.

Don Kenobi
#OldManInTheMolue
#Hercules #Hydra #MyFrancisEssays


POSTSCRIPT: How Did Hercules Solve the Hydra Problem?

I do not quite remember how Hercules finally solved the problem of the Hydra. But perhaps it is time we revisited ancient mythology for clues. Revisiting the myth - here's what I discovered:

Hercules faced the Lernaean Hydra, a serpent with many heads.
For every head cut off, two grew back. One head was immortal.

The problem was not a lack of strength. It was the wrong method. The solution lay not in more force, but in a change of method.

  1. He stopped cutting blindly. Each strike made the monster stronger, so Hercules changed tactics.

  2. He brought help. Hercules called in his nephew, Iolaus. The myth is explicit: strength alone would fail.

  3. He cauterised the wounds. As Hercules cut off each head, Iolaus seared the neck with fire. No regrowth.

  4. He dealt with the immortal head separately. The head that could not die was cut off, buried, and pinned under a massive rock. Not destroyed. Contained.

What the Myth Is Teaching

  • Some problems grow when attacked directly.
  • Some evils feed on grievance and repetition.
  • Victory comes from strategy, cooperation, restraint, and containment, not rage.
  • What cannot be destroyed may still be neutralised.
  • Cutting alone never works. Missiles alone never work.
  • Grievance is the oxygen of terrorism. How can you take away the grievance when you either do not know it, or do not care what it is?
  • Saladin sent physicians, not missiles.
  • Respect matters in adversarial relationships.

DON KENOBI
#BigAgendaAfrica 


Thursday, January 22, 2026

Nation-Building Begins Where We Gather:

Nation-Building Begins Where We Gather: In Whose Name Are We Gathered? 

A reflective essay on nation-building, 
Rome, Japan, and Nigeria, asking a timeless question: in whose name are we gathered?


Jesus said in Matthew 18:20: “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.” Read it yourself: https://biblehub.com/matthew/18-20.htm

After much thought, I have come to this conclusion:
In whatever name you gather, the universe will oblige you.

Gather to do good, and the universe says, “Yes.”
Gather to do evil, and the universe also says, “Yes.”

Henry Ford was onto something profound when he said:

“Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t, you’re right.”

Rome was built by men.
I often remind my favorite group of that simple fact.

Men who gathered with a shared purpose.
Men who gathered to build a nation.


Speaking of Rome

I am still amazed that Paul of Tarsus, Saint Paul, was sent to Rome for trial simply because he said:

“You can’t try me here.
What do you think you’re doing?
I am a Roman citizen!”

Alright, some artistic liberty there.

But the point stands.

The law forbade it. His accusers could only respond:

“You should have told us.
Why didn’t you say so?”

And just like that, they hurried him off to Rome.

Such respect for the law.


The System

Men wrote those laws.
Men made sure other men understood the consequences of breaking them.

What happened next?

Paul was put on a ship bound for Rome.
One or two guards.
Passage paid.
Food for the journey.
Salaries for the guards.

All of that cost money.

That was the System.
Men built that.

And that system dominated the world for hundreds of years.


What Gathering Produces

So what does this tell us?

When men gather in the name of nation-building, nations are built.
And in their midst, the universe avails to them the spirit of nation-building.

When men gather in the name of technology, they either solve the problem before them, or define it so clearly that the next generation faces a narrower, more manageable challenge.

That is how the universe works.

But politicians who gather men and women in the name of chaos, bigotry, and lies will also find out something equally important: 

The universe works. It is no respecter of persons. Or nations... 

Mock around, and you will find out.


The Japanese Example

The converse is also true.

Think of Japan.

Modern Japanese culture seems predicated on harmony, respect for elders, self-effacement, and quiet determination.

I once knew a man who embodied this perfectly.

Quiet.
Unhurried.
He walked in a way that simply just was not Nigerian.

Arms swinging slightly behind his back.
Legs a little apart.
Utterly unthreatening.

His name was Banji. A Redeemed Christian Church Pastor.

Ah. Now you remember him, don’t you?
We worked for the same company.

I admired his gentle mien from a distance, until someone introduced us:

“Meet Banji.
He speaks Japanese fluently.
He grew up there.”

And then I understood.

Everything about today’s Japan seems rooted in social harmony.

They gathered to reject the warlike nature of their forefathers,
and they built something entirely different.


The Nigerian Question

Being Nigerian,
I have to ask this out loud:

Nigerians! 
In Whose Name Are We Gathered?
In Whose Name Do You Gather?

No Gathering Is Neutral

To be clear, this is not a question for politicians alone. 
It is not even primarily a question for government. 
It is a question for churches, families, workplaces....
For WhatsApp groups, trade unions, 
and friend circles - beer parlours, 
Or golf clubs...

Every time we gather,
physically or digitally,
something is being invoked.

A spirit.
A habit.
A direction.

We are either rehearsing order
or practicing chaos.

We are either training ourselves to build,
or drilling ourselves to destroy.

No nation rises by accident.
No people collapse overnight.

The answer to Nigeria’s riddle
will not be found in slogans,
constitutions,
or strongmen,

but in the quiet,
repeated answer we give,
every day, 
to this one question:

In whose name are we gathered?

I rest my case.

dk
MolueMonologues

“For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.”

Matthew 18:20 https://biblehub.com/matthew/18-20.htm


Marcus Aurelius: "You can also commit injustice by doing nothing"

"You can also commit injustice by doing nothing" - Marcus Aurelius.


"You can also commit injustice by doing nothing" - Marcus Aurelius.


An interesting chap. Few people may realize that he was an emperor of the Roman Empire. It came as a bit of a surprise to me not too long ago. I had always thought of him as just a philosopher.


I can almost hear him protest, "You call me a chap?" - but he was a good one. One of the few good emperors of that empire.


I stand to be corrected, but what we read today as his “works” were entries in his private journal, his personal diaries. They were never written for publication. (I read somewhere).


In a very real sense, therefore, he governed himself.

How do I say this without sounding dull? I will simply quote the Bible:


“He who is slow to anger is better than the mighty,

and he who rules his spirit than he who takes a city.”


That’s it.

He ruled his spirit.


Even as he ruled what was perhaps the mightiest empire on earth, he also ruled his own spirit.....


.....A kind of King David, if you will, certainly on a higher pedestal than Solomon. But I digress.


Indeed, you and I can also commit injustice by doing nothing.

We can commit injustice by saying nothing.


And in this age of instant publication (IP), we can also commit injustice by:


Writing nothing,

Recording nothing,

Posting nothing.


Where was I?


Ah yes.


I recall writing a week or two ago something to this effect:


There is no strong man coming

to pull a long, daisy-chained caravan of citizens

from where they are stuck

to where they want to go.


There is no tow rope

strong enough

to do that.


But if we all come

with our own ropes,

tether them to our little caravan,

and pull,


then the strong man’s rope,

pulling from the front,

may finally be enough.


So?


So, Stop committing injustice.

Get your hands dirty.

All hands must be on deck.


Otherwise, we merely perambulate.


Going round and round.

In circles.


I rest


Don Kenobi


#BigAgendaAfrica

#MarcusAurelius

#KingSolomon


Ps

Checked (just curious)

1.2 million posts hashtag #MarcusAurelius.

#KingSolomon, 63,000.

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