I know that I am not the only one.

I belong to a generation of numb warriors – a Sisyphean generation – constantly thrusting those boulders that are trying to defeat us over and over again. Up the hill we go, and back down again. Pushing. Pushing. Pushing. Humanity is repeating that same journey, fighting the same demons, debating the same hot-button issues, screaming to be heard as we battle the same evil problems day in and day out without any real resolution or positive progress – or so it seems.

But why do I say that we are numb warriors? For years so many of us have had excellent training at numbing and faking ourselves to get by. We have sat in meetings we didn’t want to be in, or worked in offices and other places that bored us to tears. Many of us were (and still are) in a rut because it was easier to submit to the familiar grind. We would get excited when, every day, from a quarter to five (often earlier) we would start packing our bags and visit the toilet to waste a few more minutes until we could bolt out of the door. We would go home, have some free hours, then go to bed to do it all again the next day. Madness.

We knew that we did not really want to be there but carried on for the sake of our families, ourselves, and others. We did it for survival. We stayed for the income. We did it so that at some point in the future we could enjoy the fruits of our labours in our own time. We muted ourselves to get through each moment of our stifling existence somewhere.

Looking back on my office life I have often vowed to myself that I would never repeat it. Never again would I fake my way through life. Never again would I walk on eggshells to appease the sensitivities of others. Never again would I sedate my soul, my personality, and my desire for authenticity, nor deny my longing for creativity just because it may make other people comfortable or think less of me. Nope. Not doing that again.

However, since 2020 I have felt that many of us have slipped into that auto-pilot mode once again, muddling through the last few years, trying to find our purpose while clinging to the things we are passionate about from before. Some of us are reinventing ourselves to find a fresh way forward and are trying to establish new connections, but it has been a difficult, tired, and often lonely journey.

I find myself doing now what I did back in my former office job – numbing myself or faking it. Navigating people nowadays is so very awkward, especially since the “Covid-19 pandemic”. And the most scandalous admission is that I don’t want to have much to do with people anymore unless they also went through what I did or can genuinely see that what happened was horrendous.

I have lost interest because a big part of me wants to know what “side” they were on during the “pandemic” and what they did. Why? Why can’t I just let a conversation flow and be at ease with the human being in front of me, regardless of their views? Because I cannot truly relax around people anymore. Trust has a huge part to play in that. It is not cynicism or resentment, but a giant  elephant in the room, flapping its huge ears. I can never go too deep into a conversation with someone about any issue of current importance because we have not dealt with the past, so we end up discussing surface-level things or the conversation is brief.

A major shift has occurred in human relationships since 2020. Countries, governments, churches, and communities generally have conveniently allowed what happened to us to slip away over time. But there is still a festering wound throbbing in our psyche, and no one wants to talk about it, except those of us who are like-minded.

There is such a heaviness in the air right now, especially in Australia. What happened at Bondi beach in Australia on 14 December 2025 has shocked this nation. But we have been failing for  many years before this. I am gutted by what has happened to this country because as an Australian I remember growing up as a child when things were so carefree. We have been weakened in multifarious ways.

Australia’s social media bans are currently being implemented, there is a critical dearth of leadership and integrity in our political leaders, our churches are missing in action and remain silent exclusive social clubs rather than seekers of the lost and listless, and we are witnessing a once-prosperous and happy-go-lucky nation dwindle without nary as much as a squeak.

So what is the solution? What confidence can we take with us into 2026?

Political efforts, rallies, peace deals and so on will invariably fail as long as we continue to turn our backs on God. We cannot not involve Him in every sphere of life. It is clear that the demonic global powers behind our governments are in no way interested in our material and spiritual welfare. So I feel that we are at the point where only divine intervention can save us. 

Personal and societal repentance is way overdue – we need a spiritual cleansing and transformation through Jesus Christ. My prayer is that somehow my heart, and those of decent people everywhere, will be set ablaze with a love we have never experienced before. A love that can ever and only be possible in and through God’s Son.

I believe it is coming, and I yearn for it. I want to live in a world of decency, true beauty, fearless childlike abandon, and old ways. A world where eyes honestly connect. A world where all that is pure will be lauded.

A life of never-ending song that reverberates throughout the heavens.

Come, Lord Jesus. Come, Holy Spirit. We need You. Come now. Come quickly. That is the most profound prayer we could ever utter.

May the greatest restoration begin soon, and may our longing for peace be granted to us through our Emmanuel – “God is with us”. Amen.

Merry Christmas to my subscribers and all readers.

Music: ‘O Come, O Come Emmanuel’ – Traditional/arr. Rob Redei

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