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Consider Noah, hammering a monstrous ark for a flood no one believed would come. Imagine the jeers, the mockery, the relentless pressure to quit. He labored for a century, a laughingstock to neighbors who drowned clutching their distractions. Or the prophet Daniel, who refused to bend to Babylon’s culture of compromise, praying toward Jerusalem three times a day as an old man, his faithfulness still shaping nations centuries later. These weren’t optimists—they were obstinate, God-drunk realists who bet their lives on a Story bigger than their lifespan.
Even Jesus modeled this. He spent thirty years in obscurity—a carpenter, not a celebrity—before three years of ministry that changed everything. He healed beggars who’d die again, fed crowds who’d betray Him, and poured His life into twelve men who fled at the first sign of real danger. Why? Because He saw the harvest: billions yet unborn, grafted into His Kingdom through those shaky, stumbling disciples. He traded immediate relevance for eternal impact.
This is our charge: Stop living like an expiration date stamps your forehead. You are eternal. Your choices echo. That dollar you blew on trash? It could’ve paid down your debt. That hour you lost to mindless noise? It could’ve prayed down revival on your grandchildren. The church isn’t a buffet for your comfort—it’s an army training for a war that outlives us all. Imagine families saving to uplift their unborn great-grandchildren. Imagine businesses that prioritize pensions over profit margins. Imagine politicians passing laws that won’t win votes but will save cities. This is the path. Fight for it.
But how? Start by smashing the idols of now. Replace “What’s in it for me?” with “What’s in it for them?”—the “them” being the faces you’ll never see this side of Heaven. Train your children to view money as a seed, not a snack. Teach them to tithe not just from their allowance, but from their inheritance. Fight for a marriage that models grit, not just romance, so your great-grandkids inherit a blueprint for covenant, not chaos. Build a business that funds your family long after you’re gone.
And when the grind feels futile—when the savings account grows too slow, the prodigal child still strays, or the culture keeps spinning madder—remember the martyrs. They died singing, their blood watering fields of faith we now walk in. Their sacrifice wasn’t for applause but for a reward they’d only claim in eternity. This is the muscle memory we’ve lost: suffering with purpose, waiting with expectation, laboring with joy for a timeline we won’t control.
The world will call you a fool. Let them. Let them chase their shadows while you build altars. Let them binge their distractions while you kneel in intercession for generations unborn. Let them sell their souls for relevance while you etch truth into the walls of eternity. You are not here to be remembered. You are here to be faithful.
The fire of eternity burns in your bones. Don’t let the trivial consume you. Live like you’ll live forever.
Because you will.
Andrew Torba
CEO, Gab AI Inc
Christ is King