Some Call It Intense. I Call It War.

Some say I’m intense.
I say I’m focused.

It didn’t always used to be this way. I was once a distracted, overstimulated, media-addicted human. Hue-man. A hue of who I am today—thinner not just in body, but more so in soul. Weaker in spirit.

Back then, I didn’t know what I was aiming for. I was passive. I was nice. I was confused. I thought “spiritual” meant vague positivity, and that Jesus was just an old idea for weak people who needed rules. I was blind to the fact that the world had already recruited me into its army—and I was a clonetrooper in a war I didn’t even know existed.

Then Christ became real to me.

Not religion. Not ritual. The real and living God.

And all it took was a hotel room in Mexico.

And with that clarity came the shock: there is a real enemy, and I’ve been helping him. By sitting in passivity. By numbing myself with entertainment. By dulling my blade with plushy luxury. By keeping peace at the cost of truth. By worshiping the idol of comfort—his favorite tool in the modern West.

But then—like a shotgun being racked—everything changed.

I started noticing the idols—where my false allegiance really was. How much of my energy went to my image. To my addictions. To other people’s approval. And now I am not just noticing, but rejecting. Tearing down these false idols. Starving them of my attention.

I sleep on a hard surface now. No pillow. I eat simply. I don’t entertain people who disrespect me. I speak plainly. Not just because life has sharpened my edge—but because the world is loud, and I need to stay close to God.

You only get one shot at this life. One chance to let it make you holy.

And if you’ve really seen Christ—if you’ve tasted the joy and weight of His presence—then you know: the stakes have never been higher.

So call it intense if you want.
But I’m not here to be liked.
I’m here to become the son He always saw in me.

So, do you believe intensity is necessary to walk closely with Christ?