They Are Coming For Your Children
Christian parent, your children this day dangle like loathsome spiders over the mouth of a roaring furnace. The thread that holds them is thin—your Christian vigilance, your family worship, your deliberate labor to raise them in the fear and admonition of the Lord. Beneath them the flames leap and lick, hungry to consume. That fire is stoked by the dominant activism of the LGBTQ movement, which does not merely tolerate but hunts, recruits, and devours the young. Without intentional, biblical parenting, that thread frays. And when it snaps, the child does not merely fall into confusion. He falls into the hands of a movement that will chemically arrest his body, surgically alter his flesh, and catechize his soul into lifelong war against the image of God stamped upon him.
This has always been the way of the world. Every civilization disciples its children. This is not theory. It is the most obvious and most forgotten law of human history.
Pharaoh ordered the Hebrew baby boys thrown into the Nile because he knew: if the sons live, the future belongs to another kingdom. The priests of Molech heated the bronze arms of their idol until they glowed. They laid living infants upon the red-hot metal while drums and cymbals crashed to drown the screams. Why? Because the demons that animated that cult understood a terrible truth—if you can take the children, you own the next generation and the one after that. Pagan Rome shaped its youth through bloody games, sexual spectacles, and the public celebration of every perversion because a corrupted imagination produces citizens who will defend the corruption. Communist regimes seized the schools, turned children into informants against their own parents, rewrote every textbook, and pounded the new creed into little minds because they knew the old generation would die, but the young could be remade into something unrecognizable.
The principle is mercilessly simple: whoever captures the hearts and minds of the children inherits the future. Our enemy understands this better than we do.
For years Christians who warned about this were called paranoid. “No one is coming for your children,” they said. Then the mask slipped in public. During the dark days of COVID, the San Francisco Gay Men’s Chorus sang it plainly: “We’ll convert your children.” Defenders called it satire. But satire cannot exist without a recognized truth behind the joke. No one writes a song about converting children unless the desire already burns in the heart of the movement. The singers did not invent the project. They confessed it. They revealed what the strategists have long known and what the theorists have long desired: if you want the future, you must take the young. They crave your children the way a fox craves the chicks in the henhouse—quietly, patiently, and with total commitment.
I do not fault them for wanting to shape the next generation. I want the same thing. The difference is this: they are coming. They are consistent. They are organized. And they are not neutral. You must understand how they come, or your children will be taken while you sleep.
They do not yet come with swords. They come with fiber-optic cable and glowing screens. The ancient pagans built stone idols in the town square. This movement builds digital idols that fit in a child’s pocket. That smartphone is not neutral. It is a portable high place where the algorithms of this age sacrifice attention and innocence every single day. Hour after hour the messages arrive: your body is a mistake, your sex is assigned, your parents are bigots if they resist, your feelings are god, pleasure is the highest good. A river does not carve a canyon through one dramatic flood. It carves it through constant, patient pressure over years. So does this movement. By the time your child reaches adolescence, the canyon is already deep. The old truths of male and female, mother and father, fruitful marriage feel like strange relics from a country he has never visited.
They come through the schools. Teachers and administrators, many captured by the same spirit, teach that sex is a social construct and that a child’s feelings can override the clear testimony of his own body. Some schools will socially transition your son—new name, new pronouns, new identity—and instruct him not to tell you, the parent who gave him life and who will one day answer to God for him. This is not education. This is the systematic separation of the lamb from the shepherd so the wolf can feed without interference.
They come through the libraries and public spaces. Drag Queen Story Hour is not harmless fun. It is the public liturgy of a new cult. A grown man, dressed in grotesque and sexualized parody of womanhood, sits among your three- and four-year-olds and reads stories that tell them their bodies are lies and that boys and girls are interchangeable costumes. The child laughs. The virtue-signaling parent takes pictures. And another small soul receives its first deliberate taste of the confusion that will later be called “identity” and “pride.” This is child dedication to the gods of chaos, performed in taxpayer-funded buildings while parents smile for the camera.
They come through medicine. When the confusion takes root, the movement does not counsel watchful waiting or therapy that addresses the troubled heart and the comorbidities that almost always accompany it. It demands immediate, total affirmation. Puberty blockers are given to arrest the natural development of the body—like pouring cement over a tree that is still reaching for the sun. Cross-sex hormones are administered to induce sterility and the secondary sex characteristics of the opposite sex. In some cases, healthy breasts are cut from teenage girls and healthy male genitalia are altered on boys. This is called “gender-affirming care.” In reality it is chemical and surgical predation upon the bodies of confused children. The movement defends it with religious zeal, attacking any parent or doctor who points out that most childhood gender distress resolved on its own before social transition and medicalization became the pipeline.
Why this frenzy to medicalize? Because the movement cannot reproduce itself in sufficient numbers. Same-sex unions produce no children by nature. The ideology itself rejects the binary of male and female as created order. Therefore it cannot sustain or expand its ranks through ordinary generation and the ordinary passing of truth from parent to child. It must recruit. It must convert. It must capture the young while their minds are still soft and their bodies are still forming. That is not a flaw in the system. That is the system. A movement that denies the givenness of sex and the purpose of the body must wage permanent war on the institutions that transmit those realities—the family, the church, the school that teaches what is rather than what is wished. It must sexualize childhood early, because a child taught that feelings and pleasure are ultimate will not easily return to chastity, marriage, and the bearing of the next generation. It must label every resistance as hatred, so that the parents who would protect their children are shamed into silence or surrender.
This is predation by nature, not by accident.
Your children are not merely being taught new ideas. They are being hunted. Their minds are being formed like soft clay by hands that hate the image of God upon them. Their bodies are being offered on modern altars—not to literal fire like Molech, but to the slower consumption of lifelong medical dependence, infertility, sexual dysfunction, and the spiritual ruin of a soul taught to war against its own flesh. The ancient Molech at least killed the child quickly. This one often keeps the body breathing while it devours everything that makes life worth living.
Hear the Word of the Lord to parents.
Moses commanded: “These words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise” (Deuteronomy 6:6-7). Solomon warned his son constantly about the competing voices—the adulteress who flatters with smooth words and leads young men to slaughter. Paul commanded fathers: “Do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord” (Ephesians 6:4). Jesus Himself said that whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Him to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea (Matthew 18:6).
The biblical assumption is clear and merciless: if you will not disciple your children, someone else most certainly will.
And someone else already is.
This is not a call to panic. It is a call to holy violence—the violence of a father who will not let his child be taken, the violence of a mother who will tear down the high places in her own home. Remove the glowing idols. Break the daily sacrifice of attention on the screens. Teach the Scriptures with tears and with authority. Pray with your children as if their souls hang in the balance, because they do. Build Christian schools or teach them yourselves. Speak the truth in the public square even when the cost is high. And refuse, with every fiber of your being, to hand your children to the movement that has openly declared its intention to convert them.
They are coming for your children.
The only question that remains is whether you will stand between them and the fire while there is still time. Every civilization disciples its children. This one is doing it with the systematic fury of a predator that knows it must capture the next generation or die. The thread is fraying. The flames are rising. The millstone is waiting for those who harm the little ones.
Awake. Disciple. Or watch as your children are offered up to a god that cannot save them and will not spare them.
The battle for the future has always been the battle for the young. It is here now. And it will not go away on its own.
