The Cry of The Trumpet

I cannot support choices that lead a person toward harm, but I can support the person themselves—and I can support their right to be treated with fairness and dignity. That distinction matters. It keeps me anchored in compassion without pretending that destructive patterns are harmless. Over time I’ve learned something that echoes the wisdom found in recovery circles: I didn’t cause another person’s harmful choices, I can’t control them, and I can’t cure them. Moral agency is real. Each soul chooses its own path, and no amount of worry, persuasion, or proximity can override that sacred freedom. Recognizing this frees me from the illusion that someone else’s spiritual direction rests on my shoulders, while still allowing me to care deeply about their wellbeing. When sin—or any harmful behavior—is treated as normal, it unintentionally teaches others to do the same and makes the path appear less dangerous. And normalization always has a cost. It may not show up immediately, bu...