A gentle reflection on how we got here...

Land didn’t change. We did.

There was a time in America when land was simply part of life — open, abundant, and accessible. A young family could buy a small piece of ground, build a home, and begin their future without being crushed by debt.

The soil hasn’t changed since then.

The trees haven’t changed.

The sky hasn’t changed.

What changed was the price we placed on it — not because the land became more valuable, but because human greed did.

A burden our young people didn’t create

Today, many of our young adults are starting life already behind. Not because they lack work ethic or responsibility, but because the cost of simply beginning has been pushed out of reach.

They aren’t asking for handouts.

They’re asking for a fair starting line.

When land becomes a commodity instead of a community, the next generation pays the price.

And seniors feel it too

Those who spent their lives working, raising families, and contributing to this state now find themselves vulnerable to decisions made far above their heads.

When profit becomes the only measure, stability disappears — especially in places like manufactured home parks, where residents own their homes but not the ground beneath them.

This isn’t about politics.

It’s about people.

Greed is not a policy — it’s a choice

And so is compassion.

So is fairness.

So is protecting the people who built this state and the young people who will carry it forward.

This page is written in hope — hope that those with the power to make change will choose courage over convenience, and community over profit.

A gentle call to those who can help

If you are reading this as a leader, a policymaker, or someone with influence, please hear this with the spirit in which it is offered:

We are asking for your courage.

Your steadiness.

Your willingness to right a wrong that has grown quietly for far too long.

Not with confrontation.

Not with blame.

But with the same calm strength Joshua 1:9 calls us to.

I’m not lost in the entertainment world, but I do remember one line from the movie Wall Street where he says, ‘I don’t judge a man by the size of his wallet.’ That stayed with me, because our Heavenly Father doesn’t judge us by our appearance or our fancy suits, but by the size of our hearts.