I used to call myself liberal. I thought I was on the side of compassion, the side of helping people. But when the propaganda storm hit after Trump got elected, it didn’t feel like compassion anymore. It felt like blame. Suddenly, being a white man meant I was automatically part of the problem. That week, I almost got into fights just for existing in my own skin.

That shook me. Not because I stopped caring about justice — but because I saw how quick people were to turn their neighbor into an enemy. The left had their story, the right had theirs, and both were selling fear. I didn’t want any part of that game.

So I walked away from labels. I don’t call myself liberal anymore. I don’t call myself conservative either. What I call myself is antiracist. Not in the “buzzword” way the media throws around. I mean antiracist in the way of Christ.

Because Jesus was an antiracist.

He broke every line people drew. Jews weren’t supposed to talk to Samaritans, but He sat at a well and told a Samaritan woman her life mattered. The Romans were the enemy occupiers, but He healed a centurion’s servant and praised the man’s faith. Women were pushed to the sidelines, but He pulled them into His ministry and defended them publicly. Lepers were considered untouchable, but He touched them first.

That’s what real antiracism looks like — not dividing people into categories of guilt or innocence, but seeing the human soul beyond skin, tribe, class, or status.

I’m tired of sides. I’m tired of the outrage machine. I don’t buy left or right anymore. I buy Jesus. And Jesus doesn’t play favorites.

If you want to follow Him, you have to break down the walls the world keeps putting up. You have to see people for who they are — messy, broken, loved, and worth saving.

That’s what Strum Life is about.
Not propaganda. Not sides.
Just truth. Just music. Just grace.