On November 8th, voting against the Republican Party isn’t about one party winning and another party losing. It’s about good people stopping a very bad movement, one that is antithetical to life and country.
John Pavlovitz
A generation of children has been given tainted lessons from people entrusted to show them how to be human—and they have been betrayed—making it nearly impossible for them to discern reality from the lies they are fed.
Are you grieving? Are you angry? Are you brokenhearted? Are you pissed off? Are you at the end of your rope? Good. This is cause for celebration. These are signs that your heart is still functioning.
Supposed followers of the same Jesus whose family fled to Egypt to avoid genocide, are actually celebrating malicious political stunts and branding our condemnation of them as partisan politics.
You aren’t being ask to bleed or to kill or to die in order to honor your forebears and to steward the nation entrusted to you—you’re just being asked to give a damn and to vote on November 8th.
This is what happens when decent, intelligent people become radicalized: they get polluted by the things they watch on FOX News nd the nonsense they read until one day they are the religious extremists that they always used to warn you about.
We should be sick to our stomachs right now, watching an entire political party dismantling the rights of women and realizing how poisonous this all is to the hearts and minds of our boys who will emulate these assaults.
MAGA Christians claim they love Trump because he respects the Military, yet when he proceeded to posthumously give a middle finger to war hero John McCain, they responded by defending Trump and trashing the senator.
Conservative Evangelicals are not the last faithful remnant of Christ’s Church standing firm for the Gospel in a Godless world that they claim to be—they are actively, violently, and almost single handedly triggering the exodus.
I hate that because of our national moral sickness, my daughter and her classmates, my son and his, and millions of children like them need to carry, the massive burden of protecting themselves against active shooters and inactive politicians.
Sometimes, the sickening reminder of how close we are here to losing our elemental freedoms may abruptly intrude on my day. And I know that I’m not alone.
The United States is currently at the precipice of theocracy at the hands of a small and powerful minority of professed followers of Jesus—and it would have made him sick to his stomach.
Republican leadership across this country is declaring open war on diversity, on education, on the legitimacy of our elections. Our checks and balances have been compromised—and Democrats are warring with one another.
I’m never uneasy about Muslims or undocumented people or migrant families passing me on the street. No, it’s pissed-off, entitled, gun-toting, professed Christian white bigots emboldened by our former President who terrify me.
Despite he and his party’s relentless efforts, Donald Trump could not quite successfully manage a bloodless or bloody coup in the wake of the 2020 Presidential election, but it turns out he didn’t need to.
Marches are awe-inspiring, goosebump-inducing, breathtakingly cathartic moments. But marches don’t vote. We need to march all the way to November, all the way to the polls—and for all our lives.