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I was raised from childhood in the thick fog of dispensational theology. And by thick, I don’t mean your run-of-the-mill theological soup—I mean thick like a scoop of churned heavy cream ice cream forgotten in the back of the freezer until it could double as mortar. We had slide shows about beasts and Antichrists, complete with laser pointers and conviction. I can still remember the mock trumpet blasts during altar calls meant to jolt the sluggish into repentance. This wasn’t just theology; it was theater. I come from a long line of faithful dispensationalists—four generations of godly people looking heavenward, waiting for the escape hatch to fling open. From my earliest memory, I saw the world through rapture-colored glasses. Time was always running out. Every conversation was urgent, every effort aimed at loading another soul onto the lifeboat before the world was swept away. There was no time to linger, no room to build, and certainly no use in planting trees that our grandchildren might one day enjoy. Why disciple when you can evacuate??
This view shaped not only my theology but my disposition. I worked tirelessly for what I believed was the kingdom—but in reality, I was often laboring for an LLC, mistaking church growth metrics and organizational structure for the Body of Christ. If someone wasn’t pulling their weight or taking too long to mature, I would become frustrated. I needed soldiers, not saplings. My version of ministry was urgent, transactional, and dismissive of the slow work of God in people. Discipleship seemed like a luxury if necessary at all! I just wanted people in the boat—no matter how beat up or unprepared they were.
Everything began to unravel in what seemed like a simple conversation. My wife and one of her close friends were discussing whether the church is Israel. I confidently claimed that we, the Church, are modern Israel. My wife objected, parroting the standard dispensational denial of that idea. That exchange lit a fire under me. I began to study scripture afresh, particularly the book of Galatians. What I saw there wrecked me. The entire letter is a polemic against the very wall dispensationalism builds back up between Jew and Gentile. Galatians 3:29 hit like lightning: “And if you are Christ’s, then you are Abraham’s offspring, heirs according to promise.” We either are, or we are lost.
I saw clearly: God did not replace Israel, nor did He establish two separate peoples. Rather, He fulfilled His promise by preserving a remnant and grafting Gentiles into that one cultivated olive tree (Romans 11). The wall of hostility has been torn down (Ephesians 2:14). This wasn’t replacement. It was fulfillment. It was inclusion. It was one body.
As the theological scales fell from my eyes, something else happened too. The fruit of the Spirit began to grow in my life for the first time with intentionality. Before, I had no room for patience. I was living on a ticking time bomb. But when I saw that Christ is reigning now, and His kingdom is advancing now, and that His return will not be a cosmic interruption but a consummating triumph, I could finally breathe. I could wait. I could weep. I could disciple. The Spirit began to cultivate love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control in a way I had never experienced before. I was no longer pruning off the fruit in pursuit of faster growth. I was tending the vineyard.
I still believe you can be a faithful Christian with any number of eschatologies. But when I embraced postmillennialism, it radically transformed my Christianity from an anxiety-ridden hustle to a peaceful, purpose-filled stewardship. I stopped shouting about lifeboats and started feeding sheep. I began to see the world not as a sinking ship, but as a vineyard needing tending. Christ isn’t pacing heaven waiting for a chance to snatch us out; He is reigning now, and of the increase of His government and peace there shall be no end (Isaiah 9:7).
Postmillennialism didn’t just change how I read Revelation—it changed how I read Genesis, Galatians, and Ephesians. It made the whole Bible smoother, more coherent, and more hopeful. It gave me back time. It gave me back the long view. And in doing so, it gave me back the Church—not a panicked evacuation plan, but a fruitful, victorious bride preparing for her King.
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Shawn – Postmillennialist circa 2020. The transition for me was from a short-lived bout with Dispensationalism to several years as an Amillennialist. I had a decent understanding of Postmillennialism through reading Jonathan Edwards and Douglas Wilson, but I still wasn’t persuaded. When the “plague” arrived in 2020, I noticed the pragmatic out-working of the various eschatological positions and how many Amillennialists were seemingly more concerned with their seminary chair than challenging the rulers. I decided to take another look at it. I took some time to read some great books and listen to many sermons on Postmillennialism which brought me to the conclusion to which I hold today. It was 1 Corinthians 15, the NT’s interpretation of Psalm 110, the progressive growth of the Kingdom and the promises/fulfillment to the nations that really convinced me of Postmillennialism.
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