Bridges?! We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Bridges!

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It was a weekend, y’all.

Part High Holy Day. Part “What did he just say?!” Part Dark Side of the Moon.

Let’s start on the ground.

Or rather—what’s left of it.

“Power Plant and Bridge Day” is not an official holiday, but give ’em a minute and it will be up there with Festivus, Day of Crepes, and Medieval Larpers Day.

Ah…the glory of strategic infrastructure. Seriously. Thousands of years later and we still travel the world to marvel…at ancient aqueducts and arches.

Water, power plants…bridges.

They aren’t sexy. But they are necessary. And without which, stable civilizations can crumble quickly. Which is the point of Trump’s Easter threat to Iran. “Open the _____ Strait, you crazy ______!” LOL. A gentleman and a scholar.

Y’all, Power Plant and Bridge Day is today. Are we growing up or blowing up?? Your guess is as good as mine and neither of us are Victor Davis Hanson—my crush.

I can’t begin to predict what today might look like—in terms of collateral damage, humanitarian crisis, or escalation to motivate de-escalation. I appreciate the efforts to move the needle towards peace, but our enemy would just assume drive the needle directly into its own eye than capitulate to us. They are not motivated by the plight of their own people or the power of others. We are about to find out how they feel about power plants.

It is incredibly sobering to realize how normal things we take for granted, can quickly be in the cross-hairs of our enemies. And vice versus.

Easter Egg on Your Face

I am no stranger to blunt rhetoric. I traffic in it myself. But this one? Trump’s Truth post offering to “Demo-Day Iran” came in hot—laced with quite salty language and threats that pushed past what even many of his supporters might comfortably repost between pics of deviled eggs and family portraits.

It was…a lot.

Strength in leadership matters. Clarity matters. Even confrontation has its place. But when the tone begins to compete with the message, something gets lost in translation. You can be forceful without being…flammable. I feel like the situation in Iran doesn’t need more gas thrown on it. Or oil. It won’t matter if he is successful with his deadline and will matter greatly if he’s not.

Someone please introduce Trump to Sabbath rest. Why is he so determined to steal his own triumphant headline?! It coulda been “Behind Enemy Lines” glory all weekend long! Merica. Maverick. And all that…but nooooo…Trump reminds us why Paula White being his spiritual adviser makes sense.

And yet, in a strange way, it fit the weekend’s theme.

Because while things on earth felt unstable and uncertain, something else was happening far, far away.

Lunar Illumination

Human beings—actual image-bearers of God with names and families and favorite coffee orders—traveled further from Earth than any have EVER before.

Past the familiar. Past the safe. Past the point where “home” is still on the horizon, to the dark side of the moon.

Out there, there are no bridges to bomb.

No power plants to knock out.

No social media posts to escalate.

Out there, in the void, there are no tyrants. No dictators. No presidents.

In the void and splendor of space, there is no room for arrogance or ultimatums. There is man and God and the inescapable reality that He is sovereign and we are not.

In space, the noise we are drowning in is exchanged for uncomfortable silence without end.

In space, the distance between us, and bridges we won’t cross or will blow up, seem silly in comparison.

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars

It is a vastness that has a way of shrinking every earthly head and headline into proper perspective. The only significance we have, is an illusion God has generously allowed us to keep us sane lest we think too long about all that is above and beyond us.

It’s hard not to feel the irony.

Men vying for a power and control that we don’t actually possess.

And right in the middle of it all?

Easter.

A stubborn declaration that no matter how chaotic the world becomes—no matter how loud the threats, how fragile the systems, how far humanity stretches itself into the unknown—

There is still One who stepped into death and walked out of it.

No ultimatum required.

No infrastructure needed.

No distance too far.

So yes, it was a weekend of tweets and twits, rescues and Redemption (with a capital R)—of warnings and words that went a little further than I would prefer.

But it was also a weekend that reminded us—whether from a pew, or podium…the Strait of Hormuz or the edge of the atmosphere—

Perspective is everything.

There is a God who is in, over, and above it all.