AMEN !

Kolby Kyle February 2, 2026

I didn’t watch the Grammys. Neither did most sane people. It’s a televised séance for ego, where millionaires congratulate each other for being brave while living lives completely detached from reality.

But I did see Jelly Roll’s Jesus soaked speech, and it stopped me cold.

In a room full of self worship, demonic virtue signaling, and people who thank “the universe” because they’re allergic to the word God, this man stood up and unapologetically gave glory to Jesus Christ. No smoke. No fake enlightenment. No Hollywood spiritual cosplay. Just truth.

Let’s be honest. That room is usually packed with hollow souls preaching morality while selling poison. They mock God, hate repentance, celebrate destruction, and then wonder why they’re miserable, medicated, and spiritually bankrupt. They cheer sin, normalize despair, and call it art.

And then here comes Jelly Roll. A man with scars. A man who’s been to the bottom. A man who actually knows what grace feels like. And he talks about Jesus like someone who’s been rescued, not like someone auditioning for applause.

Here’s the part they won’t say out loud. Jelly Roll has probably saved more lives than most of the moral scolds in that room combined. Addicts. Prisoners. People who know they’re broken and aren’t pretending otherwise. He doesn’t preach perfection. He points to redemption.

All glory belongs to God. Period. But God clearly chose a wrecked vessel to embarrass the polished frauds. And I love that.

Hollywood can keep its demons, its sermons about nothing, and its empty clapping. Last night, Jesus walked into their temple of self worship and flipped the tables. And Jelly Roll was the one holding the mic.

Perhaps there is HOPE for the USA yet !