Sunday, March 22, 2026

From "Leave" to "Cleave": Why Modern Independence Blocks the Path to Zion—and Why We Must Return to Interdependence

From "Leave" to "Cleave": Why Modern Independence Blocks the Path to Zion—and Why We Must Return to Interdependence

I used to, with my tongue in cheek, tell my children that the biblical idea of "cleave" (Genesis 2:14 - Old Covenants) is just "leave" with a C (C as in C-you-later). The implication being that "cleave" was to strike out on your own with your wife and make it in the world—establish independence, break away from us, your parents, forge a new path solo as a couple. Likely it was my subtle, maybe not so subtle, passive-aggressive way of inculcating into them the thought that my expectation was they are part of an up-and-out program. I've changed my mind given what's unfolded since they were young. Sadly, I think my playful pun missed the deeper unity the verse intends: a man shall "leave" his father and mother and "cleave" (hold fast) to his wife, becoming one flesh in a committed bond. But in our culture, we've overemphasized the "leave" part—pushing separation and self-reliance—while downplaying the interdependent "cleave" that builds lasting family and community. My shift in perspective comes from seeing how modern "independence" has often left people isolated, not liberated.

One reason Zion may seem impossible to us today is precisely because achieving it will require us to reverse a lifelong journey of independence that our culture has ingrained as sacred virtue. We've been conditioned from youth to prize self-reliance, solo achievement, and breaking away from family and community as markers of maturity and success. The very idea of deep, mutual interdependence—relying on one another in covenant bonds rather than on distant industries or institutions—feels counterintuitive, even repulsive. Yet that interdependence is central to Zion, a society of one heart and one mind where God dwells among His people.

Denver has described this starkly: Zion "will be interdependent, cooperative, and community-based. Zion will not consist of a solitary spiritual sojourner wandering the vast zones of an almost infinite shoreline. He emphasizes that Zion demands the "inter-dependence and cooperation we find repulsive" in our hyper-individualistic age. It cannot emerge from isolated individuals or hierarchical structures; it requires equals gathered in mutual service, shared resources, and collective righteousness—no poor among us because no one tolerates another's want when they have enough and to spare.

This vision clashes with the modern American myth of independence. We celebrate the 18-year-old leaving home as the rite of passage, suitcase in hand, chasing personal dreams far from family roots. This "independence" is propped up by vast industrial dependencies: global supply chains for food and goods, tech platforms for connection, student-loan systems for education, corporate landlords for shelter, and elder-care industries when families fracture. We've atomized people while entangling them in impersonal systems that profit from separation.

Matt Walsh recently changed his mind publicly on this very point. He once advocated kicking kids out at 18 to force independence. Now, after raising his own children, he envisions keeping them home until marriage, then welcoming them—and their spouses—onto family property. Build a compound. Stay close. Contribute. Raise grandchildren together. Die among loved ones, not alone in a nursing home. Critics called it selfish or outdated, insisting kids must "spread their wings." But why has family closeness become unusual?

Said he -- It's part propaganda, part economics, part historical amnesia. Media sold the lie: 'Sex and the City''s mythical Manhattan apartment (real value around $10 million today) and 'Friends' unattainable New York pad portrayed solo urban life as glamorous and attainable. The message: twenties for fun, delayed marriage, extended adolescence. Boomers experienced a postwar fluke—college at $500–$600/year, median home $23,000 (roughly $180,000 adjusted)—allowing early independence, marriage at 22 for men and 20 for women, single-income homes.

That was never the historical norm. Census data shows average U.S. household size dropping from 5.39 in 1850 to 2.53 in recent years (2020–2024). Nineteenth-century New England families lived in connected farmsteads—multigenerational homes sharing kitchens and labor, building generational wealth. Industrialization, urbanization, suburbs, and highways accelerated separation, but early movers often left to marry and start families—not to accrue debt for indefinite "experiences."

Today's economics reverse that feasibility. Median home sales prices hover around $398,000–$410,000 in recent data (with forecasts for modest or stalled growth in 2026 amid high rates and inventory challenges). College costs have more than doubled in real terms. A one-bedroom in Santa Monica hits $3,500/month; even half with a roommate devours low wages amid AI, automation, immigration pressures, zoning restrictions, and institutional home-buying. Where do young people "fly"? Unsafe, expensive urban fringes?

Globally, multigenerational living persists: 80% of South Korean 20-somethings with parents, 50–73% in Greece, Italy, Spain, Portugal. In the U.S., Asian, Hispanic, and Black young adults live multigenerationally at higher rates than non-Hispanic Whites, who cluster in low-density heartland areas with minimal co-residence.

Industries profit from this split: colleges via endless loans, landlords from perpetual renters, elder care from distant families. Elites ignore their own advice—Kardashians, Kennedys, Bushes buy adjacent estates. They grasp what propaganda obscures: humans flourish in mutual obligation, not isolation.

Recent data shows a bit of a correction: In 2023, 18% of adults ages 25–34 lived with a parent (higher for men at 20%), with multigenerational households rising since the 1970s due to housing costs and debt. The 1950s nuclear ideal was the fluke; multigenerational closeness is the historical and prophetic baseline.

Our illusion of independence is unsustainable—a mirage sustained by systems that divide us. As pressures mount, false independence must yield to genuine interdependence: first in families--perhaps building compounds and support networks, then in covenant communities resembling Zion—cooperative, level, one-hearted. We'll either rebuild natural bonds or remain tethered to dividing industries.

Prioritizing family closeness aligns with historical, cross-cultural, and prophetic norms of flourishing. It isn't stifling growth; it's providing a stable base for thriving without precarity. The economic landscape has changed. Interdependence on one another—rather than on industry—is no longer failure. It's the rational, loving, and inevitable path forward.

Many are already returning to it. As affordability strains persist, more will follow. The question isn't whether this path makes sense. It's how many will recognize the illusion before industries rewrite success entirely—leaving Zion, once again, just out of reach.

So "Cleave" but don't "leave"(unless you want to). We need each other."

Signed

John The-Not-So-Beloved

Saturday, February 21, 2026

"Testes vs. Estes"


(Turn phones horizontal to see stanzas correctly)


In the land of judging people, a land way up and high,
Lived the Estes and the Testes beneath the same bright sky.
Estes were the ladies with hearts so big and wide,
Testes were the fellows with strength upon on their side.

When the Estes look at Testes - oh my, what do they see?
They spot the rugged edges and think "what an ass is he."
A little bit more gentle and more caring would be nice,
Warm his hardened outer shell to melt away that ice.

The Estes feel so deeply, with an oxytocin glow,
They see every tear-drop and feel deeply every woe.
If a Teste acts all bossy or charges right on through,
The Estes cry, "He's callous, and he seems hurtful too!"

But in Testes judging Testes in their rowdy like parade,
"How strong are you my fellow, did you win or did you fade?"
With status going up for those direct and bold and brave,
The tough, the strong, the manly men will be the king of cave.

Aggression? Not a problem, it's all part of the game,
Where strength and status that's what counts, and winning is no shame.
Testes judging Testes - cool heads, not watery eyes,
Well reasoned and assessed, with all the other guys.

Now Testes eyeing Estes, I'll let you have a guess,
They grumble and they mumble, too soft, too much a mess.
They're teary and they're tricky, too round-about their way,
Just make a damned decision, then continue with your day.

Where Testes see the drama, The Estes, they see care,
"I can't believe they think like that, I'm pulling out my hair.
Too sensitive, too slow, Always feeling in the air!
Testosterone it whispers, "fix it - don't just sit and stare."
But Estes judging Estes - Now there's a sight to see!
At first they form a bond that's tight, as tight as tight can be.
But betrayals cut them deeply, like knives into the heart,
"No mercy for my sister, I'll tear that bond apart!"

They notice every nuance, every slight and every shrug,
"Why didn't you support me! You treat me like a thug."
"It's not your love I'm feeling, it's your judgments and they sting,
Why can't you be like Testes and shrug off these silly things?"

The Estes and the Testes, they walk a different maze,
Each sees the world we live in in completely different ways.
One lens cares for feelings, connections and for grace,
The other cares for systems and for winning in the race.

So in this land of judging, we all should take a peek,
Through each others goggles, to learn just how to speak.
Then when we see clearly, through our different focused lens,
It's then we'll look at others, and know we could be friends.

Yet high above the clamor, with eyes of tender flame,
Jesus watches each of us and calls us each by name.
"Step across the gap my child, speak truth in humble tone,
And find in every difference the seeds of love I've sown."

"Bear each other gently -- let My peace be richly givn,
Love your neighbor as yourself and share your bit of heavn.
In Me there is no 'other'—I've bridged the great divide,
So help your fellow traveler to walk back to my side."

So let us heed His whisper, let judging voices cease,
And bridge the maze together in the bond of perfect peace.


Signed

John The-Not-So-Beloved