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VOX DEI


"Free choice.

It doesn't matter whether you call it a gift from God or simply the human condition - we have it. That's what makes everything so damned confusing.

Every bomb.

Every killing.

Every war.

A choice.

God does not reach down to stop the hand that strikes the match. He does not grab the trigger of a rifle or redirect a missile in mid-air. If anything, He asks a quieter question.

"Is this really what you want?"

And we answer.

Again.

And again.

"Yes."

We're at war in the Middle East again. I suppose we never learn. Those lands have been fighting for longer than our histories can properly remember. Empires come. Empires go. Prophets rise. Prophets fall.

Still the killing continues.

We say it is about faith.

We say it is about land.

We say it is about security.

But God hears other things.

He hears the whispered deals in quiet offices.

He hears the drilling machines waking beneath the desert.

He hears the quiet mathematics of profit measured against blood.

Greed is a language. God understands it perfectly.

Still He asks the question.

"Is this really what you want?"

And once again we answer.

"Yes."

People misunderstand free will. They think it means God is silent. They think it means He is absent.

But God is always listening.

He waits.

He watches.

And eventually, He responds.

Not with thunder.

Not with angels.

Not with miracles.

Just a simple phrase.

"Very well."

Scripture warns that the voice of God shakes the wilderness.

Vox Dei.

Most people imagine that voice arriving like salvation.

They imagine it stopping the bombs.

Stopping the wars.

Stopping us.

But they misunderstand the nature of judgment.

God rarely stops a man from destroying himself.

More often, He simply steps aside.

And when He does...

He leaves the door open.

Wide.

Because if humanity truly wishes to burn the world -

then heaven will allow the fire to spread.

But God is always listening.

He waits.

He watches.

And from time to time, He asks the same question.

"Is this really what you want?"

For centuries the answer has been the same.

"Yes."

Yes in the deserts.

Yes in the cities.

Yes in the quiet offices where wars are planned and signed like business contracts.

Yes.

And when an answer is given often enough, clearly enough, consistently enough -

eventually the question is no longer necessary.

Scripture says the voice of God shakes the wilderness.

Vox Dei.

But lately the wilderness has been very quiet.

No thunder.

No angels.

No voice rolling across the earth.

Nothing.

Because at some point — no one knows exactly when — God stopped asking.

The bombs still fall.

The wars still spread.

Cities burn. Nations collapse. The smoke climbs patiently into the sky.

And heaven says nothing.

Which may be the most frightening answer of all.

Because if the Voice of God has fallen silent…

then mankind has already spoken."

The above message was found folded in the pocket of one of the men involved in the suicide attack that cleared the United States Congress and the Supreme Court earlier this morning.

Authorities have not yet released the individual’s name as the investigation continues.

According to the preliminary forensic report, identical copies of the document were recovered from every attacker involved in the incident.

Investigators initially believed the note had been printed or mechanically reproduced.

It was not.

Each copy was written by hand.

The handwriting on every document matches the individual who was carrying it.

Investigators noted that the final sentence on several copies appears to have been written after the attackers were already deceased.



(© 2026 Michael C. Metzger)

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