I don’t know exactly when it happens or what it looks like in practical, tangible detail. But what I do know is this: Psalm 2 is not poetry for the sake of art. It is a declaration of divine mockery—a promise that when the world raises its collective fist against God, He doesn’t flinch. He laughs.

“Why do the nations rage and the peoples plot in vain? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord and against His Anointed, saying, ‘Let us burst their bonds apart and cast away their cords from us.’ He who sits in the heavens laughs; the Lord holds them in derision.” —Psalm 2:1–4

We all read that and nod along in church. But this passage isn’t just about ancient Rome, or first-century Pharisees, or the book of Revelation. This passage is highly applicable today. Right now. This moment. Every pride parade, every executive order redefining gender, every rainbow-colored blasphemy flying over the White House lawn or glowing from the top of corporate bank towers is a shaking fist in God’s face. And His response is…laughter.

Not a chuckle. Not amusement. Derision.

God doesn’t wring His hands or whisper, “Oh no, what will My Church do now?” He sits enthroned above the heavens, unmoved and undaunted. And then He speaks.

“Then He will speak to them in His wrath, and terrify them in His fury, saying, ‘As for Me, I have set My King on Zion, My holy hill.‘”

While they legislate sin and litigate righteousness, God has already made His move. He has already crowned His Son. Christ is King. Not will be. Is. And this world and its wickedness is already on borrowed time.

This isn’t just about liberals, either. It’s easy to point at the Biden administration, or Hollywood degenerates, or the UN. But this rage against God’s authority is just as alive in the hearts of so-called Christians who bristle at the Lordship of Christ.

Church leaders who reject His commands in the name of “context.” Parents who affirm their children’s rebellion in the name of “love.” Evangelicals who preach tolerance over repentance, feelings over faith, therapy over truth. The MAGA-loving Charlie Kirks or Tuttle Twins who are hell-bent on sanctifying homosexuality and platforming it in the conservative movement.

The kings of the earth don’t just wear crowns—more often than not, they wear clerical garb. They run seminaries. They edit Christianity Today. They go by Bishop, Pastor, Reverend, and Doctor. And they too plot in vain.

God doesn’t laugh just at drag queens twerking in front of toddlers—He laughs at seminary presidents who redefine sin, at megachurch pastors who turn pulpits into platforms, and at Christians who think they can serve two masters and still hear “well done.”

It’s all the same rebellion. It’s all the same rage. And it’s all in vain.

“You shall break them with a rod of iron and dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.”

That’s where this is heading. Shattering. Not a gentle correction. Not a revival tent. Not a winsome dialogue. Shattering.

The modern church wants a God who comforts but doesn’t confront, who listens but never laughs. But that’s not the God of the Bible. The real God mocks rebellion. He floods the Earth. He burns cities with brimstone and fire. He topples nations and dashes kings and pawns alike. He raises up rulers and grinds them into dust just as quickly. And He does it all for His glory, and rightfully so.

Psalm 2 ends with a dire warning.

“Now therefore, O kings, be wise; be warned, O rulers of the earth. Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son, lest He be angry, and you perish in the way, for His wrath is quickly kindled. Blessed are all who take refuge in Him.”

That warning is just as much for us as it was for them. The rulers aren’t just in Washington—they’re in pulpits. In pews. In our homes. In our hearts.

God’s wrath is quickly kindled. And when it is, there will be no safe space, no social capital, no sanctuary for the wicked.

There will only be the Son, and the rod in His hand.

And the laughter echoing through the heavens.