In the grand theater of political and cultural upheaval, sometimes the script writes itself. The rise of movements, much like the tide, feels inevitable—if not entirely predictable. Enter stage left (or should we say, stage right): Donald J. Trump, the man who, like a Picasso or a Marlon Brando, didn’t invent the show, but sure knew how to steal it. Trump stands as the star pupil in a masterclass on harnessing the undercurrents of public sentiment, the tidal wave breaking against decades of eroded faith in Western culture.

For ages, the Western world’s intellectual elite proclaimed the farewell tour of faith, much to the delight of skeptics and secularists alike. Yet science, morality, and plain old lived experience sometimes have a cheeky way of confirming the stuff grandma whispered in Sunday school. Now, God is back in vogue, rubbing shoulders with the intellectuals, just like the straight-A student you always knew would make it big despite what the teachers said. It seems faith, much like vinyl records, is making a comeback.

The big question facing everyone, from your barber to the barista who always misspells your name, is the universal quest for identity: Who is this God, and what’s His gig with me? Each individual, regardless of zip code or tax bracket, feels the nudge, that tiny inner monologue whispering that they haven’t yet lived up to their true potential. It’s the eternal itch that a new smartphone or brand-name sneaker just can’t scratch. Becoming our true selves, it seems, is less of a solitary journey and more of a collaborative project—co-starring the divine, of course.

Amidst this introspective soul-searching, there’s a call to action: the crafting of one’s life into something meaningful, whether it’s a family, a start-up, or just a really killer dance move on TikTok. Everyone has a unique contribution, a signature creation that only they can bring into the world, whipped up from the deepest parts of who they are. And though each person has the blueprint, the tools to construct it may very well be heaven-sent.

So, as the curtain rises on this movement, consider whether you’re tucked behind the scenery or poised center stage. Is it time to dust off faith and let it have a seat at the table again? Perhaps the secret ingredient to the masterpiece each person is cooking up is a little divine intervention, a partnership with the Almighty in the ongoing quest to be more fully human. As the show goes on, maybe it’s time to ask what role faith plays in Act Two of the Western narrative—and if there should be a cameo for God after all.