A few days ago, in my quiet time alone with God, this image came to me clearly—money as we’ve known it, bills of every denomination, floating skyward and literally exploding in mid-air. It was the image of a system that has driven and divided us for centuries, and a way of life that is now unraveling in plain sight.

But below, something new was rising.

People.

People of every race, color, and background… reaching out. Feeding each other. Helping each other. Holding hands. Lifting one another up. Connecting in love, in compassion, in community.

This, I believe, is the new currency.
Not paper. Not power. Not profit.
But kindness. Connection. Care.

The old is imploding. The new is emerging.

And each moment, we are given a choice:
To cling to and fight for what is crumbling,
or to become part of what is rising.

I choose to be part of the new currency.
I choose love.