What If the Chaos Is a Sign?

You wouldn’t think much of a seed if you watched it from above.
The soil breaks. The surface splits. The ground heaves, then cracks. From that angle, it just looks like destruction—chaos without meaning.

But below, something is happening.

A seed is breaking open. Roots are driving down. A sprout is rising toward the light. That chaos isn’t meaningless. It’s birth.

This came to mind recently while thinking about the world we’re in—and yes, about Donald Trump.

Let me be clear: this isn’t an article about Trump the man. I’m not here to defend his behavior, repeat his slogans, or convince anyone of anything political. What I want to talk about is the phenomenon. The disturbance. The shaking.

Because whether you love him, hate him, or find him exhausting, you can’t deny this:
Trump changes the atmosphere.

He reveals things, not by his hand, but by his presence.

Like him or not, this presence has exposed something strange—how quickly institutions unite to suppress, how media becomes hysterical, how even churches fumble for a script when he’s mentioned. It’s not because he’s the most dangerous man alive. It’s because he disrupts a system that was humming quietly in the background, unnoticed, unchallenged.

And I believe that disruption might be divine.

God has always used unlikely people to rattle what needs rattling.
Think of John the Baptist—wild, unwashed, shouting in the desert.
Think of Cyrus—an unbelieving king used to deliver God’s people.
Think of Balaam’s donkey—literally a beast used to speak truth.

None of them would’ve made the “safe and electable” list. But they were effective. They were disruptive. And their presence marked a turning point.

Trump may not be “the answer”—but maybe he’s the interruption before the answer comes.

That’s how the ground feels right now: cracked, heaving, split open. And if we judge it too quickly from above, we might miss what’s growing underneath. We might mistake the birth of something holy for the death of something safe.

And let’s be honest—safe hasn’t been saving us.
Safe has meant silencing dissent.
Safe has meant censored speech and sanitized sermons.
Safe has meant watching culture decay while smiling politely.

Maybe it’s time to let go of safe.

Sometimes that light arrives like a sunrise. Sometimes it arrives like a lightning strike. Either way, it breaks the silence.

Trump isn’t the light—but I wonder if he’s the thunder that comes before it.

Still, let’s not forget:
Trump is not the answer.
Trump is not the Savior.
We only have one.

His name is Jesus Christ.

And it is His will, not any politician’s, that we are called to pursue.

If God is using Trump—or anyone else—to shake the ground, it’s not so we can put our hope in them. It’s so we’ll wake up and return to Him.

To prepare the soil. To plant new seed. To align ourselves not with parties, but with the kingdom.

The shaking might feel chaotic. But maybe—just maybe—it’s the beginning of something better.

So, do you think the chaos surrounding Trump is preparing our realm for something greater?