Miss Conwright’s Monologue: “The Fake Awakening”

 

Miss Conwright’s Monologue: “The Fake Awakening”

Now listen here, babies—come on in close. I’m gon’ tell you something that the world won’t whisper to you, because the world itself is too busy shouting. And half the time, it don’t even know what it’s talking about.

There’s a whole lot of folks out there calling themselves woke.

Mm-hmm. Yes, Lord—woke.

Like they didn’t just open their eyes this morning same as everybody else.

But let me tell you something:

There’s a big difference between waking up and being awake.

See, being woke these days? That’s a costume.

A mask.

A pair of borrowed clothes people put on so they can walk ‘round acting like they got some higher sight.

But spiritual awakening?

That’s a stripping down.

A quiet surrender.

A seeing-with-the-heart that no crowd can cheer you into.

That awakening—Christ’s awakening—that’s the kind you gotta live, not perform.

You hear me?

Some folks out there talking loud about justice, fairness, this issue, that issue—oh, they got plenty to say. And Lord knows there’s real problems in this world, real hurt that needs healing. But a whole lotta people ain’t trying to heal the hurt. They just trying to look like healers.

They want the badge, not the burden.

And let me tell you:

Anything you do just to look righteous is already a lie.

It’s fraud, plain and simple.

Awakening—true awakening—never makes you proud of yourself.

It humbles you.

It breaks your ego clean open till the light can get in.

When God awakens you, you don’t walk around pointing fingers at who’s wrong—you start noticing all the corners inside yourself that still need cleaning. You get softer.

Kinder.

More patient.

You stop dividing people up by categories and start seeing God standing in every single face, even the ones that irk your last nerve.

Now this modern “woke” thing?

Baby, that’s all outer show.

It’s people standing on little soapboxes hoping somebody sees them and claps.

But the Rock—the real Rock—ain’t never been about clapping. It’s about standing.

Standing steady when storms blow.

Standing quiet when everybody else is hollering.

Standing on truth, not trend.

So when the world starts telling you that being loud means being right… or that being angry means being aware… or that dividing folks makes you enlightened…

You go on and remember Miss Conwright’s words:

“If it don’t come from God, it ain’t awakening—it’s just noise.”

Now go on, children.

Stand on the Rock.

Live your truth in the quiet way—the steady way—the way that don’t need a spotlight.

That’s the kind of awake that can’t be faked.