This operation has been planned for *so very long*, and and it's going to hit with **so much force**... and yet it passed right under all the ships at sea, without so much as spilling a drink. Onshore, on our beach, we were all living and working, taking each day on this crazy, wonderful, fallen, and glorious world that God created for us, trying to make America (or wherever you might be from) as Great as we could, incrementally, industriously, together, within the families and small institutions that together form the most successful and decent civilization that the world has ever known. A lot of problems still needed to be fixed, many of these problems specifically festering in the filthy city right above the beach, but also in our own sin-soaked hearts. But still the future looked very bright, *was* very bright, and we were refreshed by the water and the warm sand around our feet. Then something started to feel a bit off. Nothing *looked* that different. Nothing *sounded* different. False alarm, for sure. It's always good to be alert in the ocean, though. But *then*, the water started to noticeably recede, if only slowly at first. And you started to suspect something *really* might be wrong here. Faster and faster, out went the water to the sea - the water you were just standing in was gone. You were high and dry, and confused, and frightened. And you stood there, almost paralyzed. And then, maybe it was yesterday, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, you start to feel it. Maybe can't yet quite see *it*. Things may still feel eerily silent and surreal. Your feet are still dry. But you can *feel* what's coming. You *know*, already, that things have just changed. And you also *know* that this is just beginning. And so steadily, the silence gives way to a distant rumble, and soon, very soon, that rumble will be overtaken by a roar **unlike anything you've ever heard.** Frens, get ready. Grab your surf board; hold tight to your family, your community, to Jesus Christ. Cleanse your spirit in the water. And help wherever, whoever, however you can. Because those in the city, just above the beach, still have **no idea what is about to hit them**. Donald Trump has sent a tsunami to clean out what no hose nozzle could ever hope to do. It's been traveling at hundreds of miles and hour, under the surface, for over half a decade, undetected, unsuspected. And it's here.