I can’t point to a single thing that changed my mind about what to do with my life. Because there are so many.

Like, for the last five years, every headline I’ve read, maybe?

How about censorship of free speech? Maybe the ineffective government response to the theft of our most honored values? How about the endless violence of leftist rioters? The suppression of religion? The blatant sellout to China? The self-serving corruption that betrays an entire country for slave labor and a new market?

Maybe it was my constant denigration by Hollywood millionaires or the threat of getting fired for speaking my mind? Maybe it was the fact music simply can’t contain a message big enough to counter this total breakdown of society?

Possibly, it was the total faith-hatred of the music industry or the monolithic leftist machine that quietly enforced materialist obedience? Maybe it was the shrieking girls in their cars melting down over the possibility that they could not abort a child for the unassailable right of convenience.

Maybe it was the nightly rioters chanting threats through the streets with no law and order or military to confront them? Maybe it was the billionaires that paid them to do it or the politicians who protected them to grow their power? Maybe it was the generals who opposed the president when he tried to shut it down?

Maybe it was the 4:00 AM pause in vote counting or the van loads of ballots that magically appeared? Maybe it was kicking out observers or covering the windows or the voting machines with Chinese software that magically switched votes to the candidate whose son was on the payroll?

Maybe it was closing churches, banning outdoor services and outlawing singing in worship? Or the repulsive and putative penalties when this was challenged? Seriously, singing???

Maybe it was the mind-searing stupidity of hunting down a lone surfer in the Pacific Ocean because he was not wearing a mask. Maybe it was Elon Musk’s childish stunt of sending one of his cars to orbit the sun for a million years with a mannequin while playing Rocket Man in glorious self-worship.

Maybe it was the war on statues or beating up old people on the streets without consequence.

Last presidential election, Facebook was supposedly and innocently corrupted by a small ad buy from theoretical Russian operatives. This year, they became the operatives! Twitter and Facebook banned the President of the United States of America over and over again and some celebrated!

In addition to all major media mounting a torrential war of words on all conservatives, Fox News abandoned them to lead the charge in propagating election fraud by calling Arizona days early while refusing to call Florida after every vote was cast and counted.

Maybe it was the endless churning up of emotions to keep us in an adrenalized stupor rendering us unable to think rationally. Maybe it’s the fact that I miss my stomach lining?

Possibly it was the basement campaign of a mask-wearing, sundowning, dementia patient who tried to lead from below. Maybe it was the asinine claim that Trump was the virus and that he personally killed 250 million, thousand Americans with his non-Chinese virus from his nonexistent secret laboratory of doom for no reason.

Maybe it was the fiction that Joe will survive the presidency. Maybe it was that Kama-kama-kama-kama-kama-chameleon Harris couldn’t win the nomination to her own party and yet she was appointed to be the next POTUS by secret powers that be?

Maybe it was totally ignoring the miracle of a Middle-East peace deal? Or pretending China is not a threat. Or imagining that creating the strongest economic comeback in American history after a devastating pandemic which killed a previously roaring economy, all on a single term, didn’t happen.

Maybe it’s the list of Trump supporters now being gathered by the left?

Or maybe it’s the fact that I can write all of this off the top of my head without even trying. Because it’s just the smoke rising from the poisonous chalice dipped from the bubbling cauldron of wickedness.

Or just maybe God wakes me up at four o’clock every morning with all of this on my mind because He wants me to remind you that forgiveness for our sins in Jesus’ name is still an option in 2020. At least, so far.

God knows that I need it.

No, it was not one thing that serendipitously changed my mind. I am of an age where that doesn’t happen. It was everything. All of the above. The unbelievable total. The truth exposed. The pretense dropped.

And I am forever changed. As are you.

But God is not changed. He was not surprised. He is not overwhelmed. And He has plans which include us. For that reason, I have to believe that it was His sense of humor that “20/20” was the year all of our eyes were opened.