The God You Believe In

Trust is Everything

“You have the God you believe in.” Not the one you say you believe in, but the one you actually worship—shown by your trust, your fear, your love.

Scripture reflects this truth:

“Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men’s hands. They have mouths, but they do not speak; eyes they have, but they do not see… Those who make them are like them; so is everyone who trusts in them.”

—Psalm 115:4–8

You become like what you believe in.

You follow what you fear most.

You serve what you love most.

So yes: you have the God you believe in.

If your god is your stomach, you’ll become gluttonous. If your god is pleasure, you’ll become aimless. If your god is control, you’ll become a tyrant. If your god is yourself, you’ll become hollow.

But if your God is Jesus Christ—the Crucified, Risen, and Returning King—

Then you are being conformed to His image.

You live in truth. You die in hope. You rise in glory. Glory now.

Who you believe in is who you will become like unto. So be sure the God you believe in is the True One. Test the Spirits. Read and memorize the Scriptures. Pray the Psalms. Speak with the Red Letters.

Because you have the God you believe in— the God who saves:

“This is eternal life: that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent.”

—John 17:3

You Are You in Christi

“Let your eyes look straight ahead, and your eyelids look right before you.” — Proverbs 4:25

You do not need to become someone else. You are the only you, the one Jesus already bought. The devil traffics in confusion. He wants you distracted, doubled, disoriented. But Christ gives you clarity—He names you Me, not just for your sake, but because He knows the Name written on your heart from the start. You are His, so that you may say that, “He is mine,” and know with firm conviction that you are the “Me” whom Jesus loves just as much as He loves everyone else.

That’s quite a death on the cross to keep you as His own. Don’t wink at it.

This is why the Hebron Collegium matters. It is the forge where boys are tempered into men who know how to love their Me—not selfishly, but soundly, with the bold humility that comes from belonging to Christ. Here they sharpen their iron with godly men on a quest to love their neighbors as themselves because they do not abandon anyone. Men of God do not forget their people.

Men of God are not ashamed to kneel, for they do not break—because they fall, again and again, on the Arkstone of Jesus Christ, their King, who bought them at the full price. At Hebron, the old paths are walked again—not spoken about, but lived: discipline as discipleship, brotherhood as order, the Word in the mouth, repentance as antidote to shame, and a few fresh frames like the art of jiu-jitsu to challenge the fleshly man with the frame and mirror of God’s True natural law.

This is Little America is. There is no escape. Nostalgia withers in your hand. But replanting. Re-forging. Re-membering. This is not the platonic dream of freedom, but the fear of God made manifest in simple life: a meal liberally shared, a promise known to be kept, a child granted for the sake of instruction in a shared future at a great round table beneath the greatest of great Kings.

The nation begins with a household. All republics rise when fathers kneel, even to false lords. What might not yet await us as we follow after the One and the True?

Be strong, and let your heart take courage. Help is on the way.