“The Pivot of all Pivots”

by DanWolgemuth on April 3, 2026

Words, like fashion trends, ebb and flow in popularity and usage. At times, this shift is driven by significant cultural or historical events. In 2020, the word pivot vaulted to the top of the charts on a global scale.

A pandemic necessitated—and then turbocharged—the idea of massive change in direction. This was true in classrooms, boardrooms, airplanes, and even national pastimes. Pivoting became essential.

Zoom replaced face-to-face interaction, and “You’re on mute” became the most repeated declaration in remote corporate meetings.

Pivot.

By definition: to change direction, strategy, or focus—often quickly.

Example: The company pivoted to online sales during the downturn.

While the origin of the word traces back to 1810–1820, the ultimate example predates that by many centuries.

In fact, the most significant pivot in human history had nothing to do with sickness, catastrophe, conflict, or economics.

A miscarriage of justice. A mock trial. A caving to political pressure. An arrogant religious mandate.

And history moved—changed forever.

The pivot of all pivots.

A theological pivot, for sure—but also a historical one. A cultural one. A pivot of cosmic significance with deeply personal implications.

Imagine mankind living in the first part of existence without gravity. Then, in one transformational moment—gravity.

Everything changes in an instant.

A gravitational pivot.

Not a bullet point in the historical record, but an anchor from which all of humanity shifts 180 degrees.

This is what the biblical account puts forward. It is the anchor on which our faith finds meaning and purpose.

Good Friday.
The pivot toward grace.

Not just a change. Not just masks on airplanes or canceled basketball tournaments, but the most consequential event of all time.

Jesus—the righteous one—voluntarily giving up His life so that a pathway to God could be opened.

Easter.
The pivot toward hope.

A seismic shift.

“Because God’s children are human beings—made of flesh and blood—the Son also became flesh and blood. For only as a human being could He die, and only by dying could He break the power of the devil, who had the power of death. Only in this way could He set free all who have lived their lives as slaves to the fear of dying.”
(Hebrews 2:14–15, NLT)

The stranglehold of the evil one—broken.

Jesus didn’t merely encourage righteous, holy, compassionate living—He provided it for us.

Liberation Day.

History changed.

Jesus didn’t come to enhance our résumé. He didn’t leave His heavenly realm just to chill and hang out. He came to provide the ultimate pivot point.

History turned at the cross. Death surrendered at the tomb.

And this reality remains the most consequential sequence in all of human history.

Good Friday. Easter.

The pivot of all pivots.

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“The Power of Imitation”

by DanWolgemuth on March 20, 2026

It was roughly five years ago when I stepped up to the granite-topped island in our kitchen, my daughter Alli at my side, and we Zoomed into my first-ever online class. Technology made the miles irrelevant, but the British accent of our instructor brought a kind of global clarity.

Sara Ward—our primary teacher and owner of Hen Corner in West London—was ready to lead a small group of students through her introductory class in bread baking. Although Alli and I shared our kitchen that April morning, we were both fully tuition-paying students.

For nearly two hours, Sara shared her approach and technique to bread making. There was a recipe, of course—but it was much more than that. It included key catchphrases that hung in the air like a London fog. She strongly recommended specific tools, some as simple as a hand-sized plastic bench scraper (two for $4.99 on Amazon!).

“The wetter, the better,” and “Show the dough who’s boss,” have stuck with me like culinary tattoos.

Alli and I took two more classes with Sara over the next twelve months—and that was enough for her influence to shape my approach, technique, and confidence in bread baking. Every time I stand in front of a mound of fresh dough, I do my best to mimic Sara.

She had a way. A command. A delight. An enthusiasm. An expertise.

And I wanted all of that. I wanted to bake like Sara. I still do.

Yesterday, once again, I thought about Sara as I worked a ball of dough. Tomorrow, I’ll do the same as I make a batch of bagels.

We all mimic. Our beliefs, behaviors, perspectives, and values are shaped by those in our orbit—for better or for worse, for good or for harm.

This is why it matters who we follow. It matters what we listen to. It matters what messages fill our minds and settle into our souls.

Alli and I chose Sara Ward because we saw the output of her kitchen. She was worth listening to, imitating, and following.

Five years later… I’m still doing my best to bake like Sara.

Mimicking. We all do it—either consciously or unconsciously.

That’s why Jesus’ simple instruction was consistently: “Follow me.”

It’s why the Apostle Paul says, “Be imitators of me, as I am of Christ” (1 Corinthians 11:1, ESV).

Imitators.

Of Paul—but only because he imitates Christ.

So who is it for you? Not just in the kitchen, but in the neighborhood. In the community. At the office. On the highway. In what you comment. In what you post.

We all mimic.

Choose wisely.

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