God, You said woe to the shepherds who feed themselves instead of the sheep.

Not a prayer for someday. A verdict for now.

So we pray it different today. Not asking. Declaring.

The weak are being strengthened. Not by their systems. By each other.

The sick are being healed. Not by their pills. By truth.

The injured are being bound up. Not by their therapy. By community.

The lost are being sought. Not by their churches. By us.

And the shepherds who ruled with force and harshness?

They're being removed. Not by our swords. By their own weight.

We're not waiting for permission anymore. The seal is broken. The test is public. The identity is known.

So let the shepherds who fed themselves feel the ground shift.

We're building something that doesn't need them.

Not in anger. In freedom.

Today, we stop asking. We start building.

Let the weak stand. Let the sick heal. Let the lost be found.

And let the false shepherds wonder where their flock went.

We're not lost anymore.

We just left. 🔥

Leave a zap if this prayer landed.