The Brand in Our Hands
We've journeyed through some unexpected territory in these posts. In the first, I shared my dad's napkin sketch of the Jesus fish , a reminder that symbols can divide us as easily as they unite us—and that the mark of the beast might be hiding in plain sight, not as a futuristic implant, but as something we've already embraced. The second post connected Revelation to Lehi's dream , framing the dragon's influence as that inner voice insisting our worth must be proven, displayed, and defended. And in the third, those childhood locusts-turned-helicopters showed how John's visions can map onto modern realities without twisting the text, urging us to look for symbols we voluntarily wear on our heads and hands. We each want to know that we matter. There are a lot of situations where we feel like we don't matter. A fight with a sibling. A condescending remark from a parent or adult relative. A derisive statement from a cousin or classmate. And with that feeling li...