Hey, former apocalyptic fundies, it could be our time to shine.

We spent our childhoods praying and crying every time we came home to an empty house, convinced our families had been raptured and we were left behind.

We humiliated ourselves by witnessing to the Catholic kids in our classes.

We practiced proclaiming Jesus to godless end-times soldiers, bracing for prison time if our church was post-trib.

We sat through hours of sermons designed to terrify us—training us to stand up, hold the line, and declare our faith.

Well, our faith might be gone, but let’s not forget the skills our trauma gave us.

We were so ready to risk everything for beliefs rooted in fairytales. But soon, we may be called to stand for something real. And I think we are uniquely prepared to do it.

Mentally prepare yourself to march for justice. We were willing to be fools for Christ—now let’s be fools for democracy.

When this resistance coalesces into a movement, channel your apocalyptic trauma. March. Demonstrate. Speak out. Travel. And be wise while doing it.

We’ve played these mind games in our heads our whole lives. Let’s be ready to act. And who knows? Maybe healing our country can be healing for us too.