Jeremiah 39:2-7 (KJV)

And in the eleventh year of Zedekiah, in the fourth month, the ninth day of the month, the city was broken up.And all the princes of the king of Babylon came in, and sat in the middle gate…....Then the king of Babylon slew the sons of Zedekiah in Riblah before his eyes: also the king of Babylon slew all the nobles of Judah.Moreover he put out Zedekiah's eyes, and bound him with chains, to carry him to Babylon.---Contextual Tilting!

The increasing speed of cultural change continues to shock me. The country I was born into—with its shared history and common identity—has all but vanished. Open-border immigration, enforced multicultural integration, the deliberate dumbing down of society, the rise of individualism stripped of any shared moral framework, the unrestrained pursuit of hedonism, and the eradication of biblical moral absolutes—these forces have brought us to where we now have fallen. As the church moves slowly toward Eastertide, we are reminded that resurrection always follows judgment. God is not mocked, and neither is history.

I wonder whether, by 2030 and beyond, a generation may grow up in a society devoid of biblical memory—spiritually adrift and increasingly hostile to truth. Or worse still, a generation deceived because they do not know the truth. They may know everything, yet remain ignorant of the one truth that matters: that truth is Jesus.

If the Alpha generation consists of those born from 2010 onward, then God help them—and God help those who must endure their influence. They will face spiritual confusion, societal chaos, unchecked technological power, political overreach, war, terrorism, and the sweeping disruption of artificial intelligence, whose unchecked rise threatens to displace human stability and understanding—all this without a personal knowledge of the God of the Bible through His only begotten Son, Jesus the Messiah.

Yes the Alpha generation and the church, is largely unprepared for what lies ahead.

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“Dreams Don’t Break Me” is a modern country power ballad that rises from quiet confession to arena-sized declaration. Built on driving acoustic guitar, wide electric textures, and a chorus that lands like a revival tent shaking in the wind, the song captures the moment when disappointment loses its power.

The verses open intimate and bruised — a woman living off promise like oxygen, building castles in thunder only to watch them wash away. The imagery is raw: shattered china, cold walls, rocks of despair, slammed doors. It’s the sound of someone who has fallen hard, more than once.

But this isn’t a lament.

The pre-chorus tightens like breath before a storm break — faith flickering like a firefly — and then the chorus explodes into resolve:

“Dreams don’t break me anymore.”

That line isn’t hopeful.
It’s battle-tested.

The second verse digs deeper into doubt and unanswered prayers, but the emotional pivot comes in the bridge. The instrumentation strips back, and the theology moves front and center. The Lamb in the middle of the throne becomes the Shepherd in the storm — the One who wastes no tear and loses no name. The song shifts from survival to identity.

By the final chorus — lifted a step higher — Kentucky isn’t just standing. She’s rebuilt. The fall that once defined her now proves her strength.

Musically, it lives somewhere between Nashville polish and Appalachian grit — a radio-ready anthem with dirt under its nails. It’s the kind of track that feels just as at home blasting through arena speakers as it does sung live with a single guitar and steel at Ruby’s Diner.

In the universe of The Ballad of Kentucky Johnson, this song marks a turning point. It’s the moment she stops chasing dreams that nearly killed her — and starts walking with the One who leads her to living water.

This isn’t about ambition.

It’s about resilience.

And it doesn’t whisper it.

It belts it.

[VERSE 1 ]

I’ve been livin’ off a promise

Like it’s breath inside my lungs

Fed on midnight hallelujahs

Starvin’ by the mornin’ sun

Built my castles in the thunder

Watched ‘em wash away in rain

Every time I swore I’d learned my lesson

I’d go and dream again

[PRE-CHORUS ]

Fog on the window

Cold on the wall

Faith like a firefly

Flickerin’ small

I kept believin’

Through every fall

[CHORUS ]

Dreams don’t break me anymore

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THE TOWERS OF LIES – a modern and true take on Remembrance Sunday

Don’t put my name on a tower of sighs,
where young folks were slaughtered
for old rich men’s lies.
Don’t carve it neat in your marble and steel —
no stone for heroes can sanctify this dread deal.

Don’t put my name on your daylight’s mean screen,
your pixel-poppies, your “never again” meme.
You grieve in fake filters, hashtags, and trends,
while the next war readies, just round our bends.

Don’t put my name in your Sunday parade,
where brass bands wail for the debts left unpaid.
The drums still beat, the orders still fly —
we still march in circles while more young boys die.

Faux-grieving suits and plastic tears,
selling peace with souvenir beers.
Who will provide for me and for mine,
when they drag me from the streets
and force me to the line?

Don’t put my name beneath all your dread drones,
your data gods, your buzzing phones.
No — I will not kneel to your lying gobshites —
for you can’t paint my freedom on a bomb’s guiding sights.

Don’t put my name on a flag half-unfurled,
while you barter our souls for a bad, broken world.
When silence falls steep and the church bells cry,
remember the truth from beneath that tower of a lie.

And when the wind shakes the poppies,
and spits on the cross,
and mothers count fingers and weep for their loss,
remember this voice from beneath Britain’s grey skies —
and don’t — don’t you dare — put my name
on a tower of lies.

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