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Loving Our Place & People
Wednesday, July 9th, 2025
“And I will appoint a place for my people Israel and will plant them, so that they may dwell in their own place and be disturbed no more. And violent men shall afflict them no more.” [2 Samuel 7:10]
I remember first hearing “politically correct” in high school in the late 90’s. Back then, it was sold to us as a way to live better, more virtuous lives by being a little more loving, a little more tolerant, and a little more empathetic. I didn’t buy it back then, and the last 30 years have only confirmed my suspicions. Like the proverbial frog in a pot, political correctness was a the subtle mechanism for slowly boiling our perceptions to death.
Masked by polite-sounding cliches designed to manipulate our emotions, political correctness was just an ideological Trojan Horse. Once it was inside the gate and our guard down, hell came spewing forth in the form of a Frankenstein monster of softly re-packaged Marxism that spawned critical theory, the gender cult, historicism, and a vehement hatred for all things Christian. And now, a mere quarter century later, we’ve gone from all agreeing on the definition of marriage to whether or not naked men should be allowed to dance in front of children. We’ve slouched so far towards Gomorrah, I doubt even Lot’s wife would pay us a passing glance.
It’s obvious that Frankenstein’s rampage has been very successful. There’s barely an area of American life that hasn’t been ravaged by this monster. From pop culture to politics to even many of our “churches,” Frankenstein has stomped our institutions into bits, and now wears our culture around like a grotesque skin suit, demanding we gaze upon its hideousness so that we’re sickened away from ever trying to reclaim it ever again.
I think the most tragic casualty of Frankenstein’s rampage has been our own self-perception. Americans used to be a proud people: Rightfully proud of our people, rightfully proud of our place, and rightfully proud of our great heritage that established both. But the monster’s been allowed to ravage all of that — or at least how we (mis)perceive it all.
Political correctness in high school in the late 90s quickly became liberal self-loathing just a few short years later in college. Professors didn’t teach me that America was great; they were excited to teach me all the ways it wasn’t. Somehow, by the grace of God, I survived the revisionist onslaught; many of my classmates weren’t so fortunate. The monster devoured how they think and feel about their place and their people, and now in their minds, America and her heritage really is nothing more than grotesque skin suit the monster shoved in our faces while our fathers allowed it.
The previous generation not only refused to confront this monster, they were terraformed by it. As my friend Chase recently wrote, the Boomers institutionalized a sterilized, comfortable faux-church culture centered around comfort and convenience, and errected longhouses where effeminized “men” had their t-levels capped before being deployed to be gate keeping hall monitors — not against the monster, but against those last few Men with Chests still capable of and willing to fight monsters.
Our forefathers crossed oceans, settled continents, overthrew empires, and forged new worlds “for the Glory of God, and Advancement of the Christian Faith, and the Honour of our King and Country.” It didn’t matter who the monster was, none were too big for great, daring, risk-taking men who loved their God and therefore loved their place and their people. And that’s what we must reclaim.
We must kill the Frankenstein monster of lies and corrosive revisionism that’s mistaught us to loathe ourselves, our place, and our people. We must slay it and repent of the ways in which we’ve been conformed to its lies about who we are and what got us here. We must do the hard but good work of acknowledging how so much of what we believe is not so; like Théoden awakening from Wormtongue’s fog of lies, we too must awaken from the damage the monster has done to our own beliefs about our place and our people.
When God created us, He put us in a place with a people; when He made a covenant with Abraham, He promised him a place with a people; when He brought Israel out of Egypt, He commanded them to conquer the Promised Land — a place for their people. And when God brought them back from captivity in Babylon, He called them back to take dominion once again in their place and for His people.
Throughout all of history, the God’s blessings have always been tied to His people and their place. When God cursed, He did so by displacing a people from their place; but when He redeemed and restored, He rained blessings again by re-establishing people to their rightful place. And the same is still true for us today.
This means that our place and our people are not a curse to overcome or apologize for — they’re a blessing to embrace with unabashed love, gratitude and yes — pride.
We should absolutely love our place and our people, especially as Americans. That is not “racist” or “idolatry,” that’s loving the place and the people God has gifted us with. After all, He made us finite, which means that we are fixed not only to a specific time, but a specific place and a specific people for this lifetime. And those are not curses to overcome, but blessings to be grateful for — especially for those of us blessed beyond measure to be born as Americans.
So slay the monster, friends. Confront his lies and cast of his misperceptions; embrace your people and your place as the tremendous blessings they’re intended to be. And do so with great love, pride, and without apology, teaching our children to do the same — because if we don’t, then we’ll deserve the curses that come next.
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Chris Goble is the Lead Pastor of Ridgeline Community Church in Castle Rock, CO. A former police officer and combat vet of the 82nd Airborne Division, Chris leads with bold, clear truth honed from years of battle-tested experience. He has a Masters in Divinity - Christian Apologetics from Liberty University and enjoys the grandeur of the nearby Rocky Mountains, where he and his family live near Denver, CO.