What I Really Think

The McAdam Declaration - Allegiance to the King

I Can Testify. Join Me.

I pledge allegiance—not to the symbols of this age, but to the One who reigns over all ages. My allegiance is a testimony, not to the powers of constitution or to a fading semblance of Americana, but to the power and authority of the Living God, who alone commands the heavens and the earth. This flag, this land, does not own me. Though I am born beneath its banner, I walk in the Name of Jesus, my Lord and King.

I recognize that I live within a fractured world, a world where the remnants of Western Christendom crumble beneath the weight of a culture that has lost its soul. This culture, the feminized, godless, bloodthirsty cult of Americana, would have me quiet, complicit, and neutralized—one more voice conformed to its shifting standards, one more life lived in reaction to its demands. But I am not a child of this cult. I am a son of Man, by His design and decree.

I am McAdam, both by name and birthright, standing as a son of the earth and a son of the Kingdom. I walk according to His Speaking.

This fractured landscape presses me to hold my own thoughts back from myself, to live in cycles of half-truths where I read but do not write, write but do not speak, and speak but do not publish. These patterns have bred a silent acquiescence, a reaction syndrome programmed by the pressures of a matrilineal, morally disarmed culture. This programming would have me self-censor, to question my calling, to distrust my instincts as if they were but artifacts of masculine weakness or pride. But no more. The signs in the heavens and the movements of this earth speak louder than culture’s whispers; they bear witness to the truths that Scripture confirms: a storm is coming, and with it, the call to stand with unwavering courage.

In Jesus’ Holy Name, I shall eternally speak from a true heart, free from the shackles of reactionary fears. I will not dilute truth to pacify a wicked generation’s gods of self and comfort. I am here not to navigate a life of compliant and scorn-inducing ease, but to die as a servant of Divine Glory, to breathe for a truth that transcends my own heart, my own mind, my own soul.

If it is the last thing that I do, I shall reclaim my voice in Jesus’ name and with the mind of Christ.

I will not lead by the emotional cues nurtured in this collapsing world. I will lead according to the Spirit, discerning truth beyond the veil of feelings, beyond the pressures of cultural narratives. I will not obey their communo-synagogal social queuing, and I will speak as I am called, enlightened and grounded in the authority of my God’s evident Witness.

His truth is unwavering, and it is in His truth that I find the clarity to resist, the wisdom to discern, and the courage to lead in midst of the fear. I hold to the testimony of Christ above all, pledging my allegiance to Him alone, unshaken by any backlash, unmoved by the seductive pull of approval.

“His testimonies are before me. I will not put his statutes away. I will be blameless, keep myself from my iniquity.”

The eagles that haunt me in the actual sky, the signs in the heavens from Jupiter to Venus, tell a story, as do the sacred words etched in my heart. They remind me of who I am: McAdam, ´ουιος ανθροπου, בן אדם, a son of Man.

I will walk and I will speak as His own, declaring truth in a land starved for it, standing firm when all else crumbles. For my inheritance is not of this world; my allegiance is to the Kingdom that shall never fade. And if bring me to the cross, I take my place with pride in holy fear, by the power of the Name of the only begotten Son of God, who has delighted to call me both brother and friend.

“Tell me, if you know.”

Let the earth hear, and let the heavens bear witness: I am not silent, nor shall I ever be silenced again.