02/07/2026
I watched the breakdown of the Pretti case, and what it exposes isn’t just one incident…it exposes how quickly we fall in love with a narrative. We’ve been conditioned to react before we understand. To choose a side before we know the facts.
To turn every tragedy into proof of what we already believed. But truth is rarely that shallow. There’s a dangerous lie circulating in moments like this…the lie that if someone is “legally” doing something, then every outcome involving them must automatically be injustice. Life isn’t that simplistic. Lawful possession of something does not automatically equal righteous posture. Filming does not automatically equal innocence. Uniform does not automatically equal guilt. Reality is more complex than slogans. And what concerns me most is not just the event…it’s the reflex. The rush to outrage. The immediate assumption that authority is corrupt, that order is oppression, that every enforcement action is tyranny.
Romans 13 doesn’t disappear when emotions rise. Authority exists for a reason. That doesn’t mean authority is perfect…but it does mean chaos is not the answer.
Minneapolis is one of my homes…And I refuse to keep watching us tear it apart because we prefer narrative over nuance.
Compassion does not require compromise.
Justice does not require hysteria.
Truth does not require volume.
If we want peace, we need to stop reacting to headlines and start thinking again. We need discernment, not division. We need facts, not feelings steering the wheel.
You can mourn a loss and still reject a false storyline. You can value liberty and still value order. You can love your city and still confront deception. Not every fire is started by evil…some are started by half-truths.
And half-truths burn just as hot.
