Many people move through Memorial Day weekend focused only on cookouts, sales, vacations, and an extra day off work. None of those things are wrong in themselves, but Memorial Day was never meant to be just another long weekend. It was meant to be a moment of remembrance. Because the freedoms we enjoy today were watered by sacrifice.

Released in 2003, this film didn’t simply raise the stakes—it expanded the battlefield. What once felt like a clear war between humans and machines becomes something far more complex. Systems within systems. Control hidden inside perceived freedom. And a truth that becomes harder to define the closer you get to it.

This 9th day of Women’s History Month, I want to highlight a woman whose story perfectly illustrates the power of planting seeds that others later harvest. Her name is Mary Ellen Pleasant. If you have never heard her name before, you’re not alone. Yet historians often refer to her as “The Mother of Civil Rights in California.”

Born enslaved around 1818, Frederick Douglass was denied what slaveholders feared most: knowledge. He later wrote that slaveholders understood something dangerous: "Knowledge unfits a man to be a slave." So Douglass sowed anyway. He taught himself to read—illegally, quietly, persistently. Every letter learned was seed. Every word understood was resistance. Every sentence absorbed was preparation.

Groundhog Day is built on a simple idea: If the groundhog sees its shadow, winter continues. If it doesn’t, spring is on the way. Whether or not the folklore is accurate, the symbolism is powerful. Some seasons repeat not because time is stuck—but because behavior hasn’t changed. We relive the same frustrations. The same setbacks. The same prayers. The same cycles. And often we wonder: Why am I still here?

In Book II of S.O.L.A.D.™: Soldiers of Light Against Darkness™, Chapter 11—The Wages of Sin—we see this truth exposed in vivid, unsettling detail. What begins as a confrontation with a single demonic adversary escalates into something far more revealing: a system of bondage, working in unison, feeding off shared purpose and shared destruction.

Angelo found his balance quickly, flying like he had always been born for it. But Angeline? She wobbled. She flipped. She trailed behind, struggling to catch up. That moment? That is all of us. There’s a place between obedience and confidence—where we know God is calling us higher, but we feel unstable rising into it. It’s the space between anointing and action, where the air is thinner and faith must be stronger.