We have had a trying couple of days. We have had to draw on our reserves. I know it's tough. But listen. We already know this story. We know that if you are going to have a great victory, it's meaningless unless it firsts tests your faith.

“Bind him, I say!” repeated the White Witch. The Hags made a dart at him and shrieked with triumph when they found that he made no resistance at all. Then the others– evil dwarfs and apes– rushed in to help them, and between them they rolled the huge Lion over on his back and tied all his four paws together, shouting and cheering as if they had done something brave, though, had the Lion chosen, one of those paws could have been the death of them all. But he made no noise, even when the enemies, straining and tugging, pulled the cords so tight that they cut his flesh. Then they began to draw him towards the Stone Table." -CS Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.

Here we are. The blue-haired hags, the evil soy dwarves, the apes in the media, they are playing this perfectly by the great script of history. They've got the lion, they think, and they're shouting and cheering. The Lion is not only GEOTUS, the Lion is all of us, our collective culture as freedom-loving Americans.

We MUST go through this moment, this ever-third-act of all meaningful dramas. We must be challenged, or else the victory won't be OURS. We'd just be spectators.

We are AT the Stone Table. In the Upper Room.

Hold. It is the greatest privilege.