The Sermon That Keeps Me Up at Night as a Parent (Sermon)

’m just going to say what half the room is thinking but nobody wants to preach on Sunday morning.

We are blind.

Stone-cold, walking-around-with-our-eyes-wide-shut blind.

And the devil isn’t even hiding anymore. He’s on the main stage, on the kids’ tablets, in the cartoons, in the music they sing in the car, in the “educational” videos at school. He’s not sneaking in the back door. We handed him the keys, kissed him on the cheek, and called it “harmless.”

“It’s just a song.”

“It’s just a show.”

“It’s just TikTok.”

“It’s just a phase.”

Meanwhile our kids are being discipled by people who hate everything we say we believe. And we’re shocked when they walk away from Jesus at eighteen like it came out of nowhere.

Hosea 4:6 is screaming at the church right now: My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge. We act like the problem is out there when God says the problem is that we rejected knowledge. We saw it coming and looked the other way.

Katy Perry sang about kissing girls and liking it to a generation of little girls who are now grown and confused about who they even are. Disney went from talking animals to talking about pronouns before kindergarten. Drag queens are reading stories to toddlers in libraries while some Christians are arguing about whether it’s loving to say anything at all.

And the whole time Satan is laughing because he didn’t have to kick the door down. We opened it and said, “Come on in, just keep it PG.”

We hand our eight-year-old a smartphone with zero restrictions and call it “trust.”

We let them watch witchcraft for entertainment and wonder why rebellion feels normal in the house.

We send them to schools that teach them gender is a spectrum and then act surprised when they question the Bible.

Church, the world is running a full-time discipleship program on our children, and most of us are giving them part-time Jesus on Sunday mornings and prayers over chicken nuggets.

Ephesians 6:12 didn’t stutter: we’re not fighting flesh and blood. We’re fighting spiritual forces that want the souls of the next generation, and right now they’re winning because we’re too busy, too tired, too afraid of being called judgmental to actually fight.

So here’s the wake-up call nobody wants but everybody needs.

If the fruit in your home is anger, confusion, rebellion, anxiety, and distance from God, it’s time to check the roots. And the roots are whatever you’ve allowed to plant in your living room, in their headphones, on their screens, and in their classrooms.

Stop blaming “society” when you control the Wi-Fi password.

Stop blaming the schools when you still have evenings and weekends to pour truth into them.

Stop blaming the culture when you haven’t shown them there’s a different way to live.

Joshua didn’t say “As for me and my house, we’re going to try really hard and hope for the best.”

He said, “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” Period.

That means we remove whatever doesn’t look like Jesus.

That means we teach them the Word when we sit, when we walk, when we drive, when we lie down, when we get up.

That means we model holiness even when it’s inconvenient.

That means we pray over them like their lives depend on it, because they do.

The devil is not playing.

He’s not waiting till they’re older.

He’s not taking weekends off.

So neither can we.

The time for spiritual blindness is over.

Open your eyes.

Guard your home.

Fight for your kids.

Because if we don’t disciple them, someone else will.

And they’re already doing it right now.

Who’s ready to draw the line today and say “Not in my house”? Drop it below. I’m praying for every parent, every grandparent, every auntie, every youth leader reading this. The enemy picked the wrong generation to mess with. We’re waking up. And we’re taking our kids back.