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.
John Pavlovitz
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.
We wake up in a nation where Juneteenth and MLK Day are both national holidays—yet where an entire political party is working to prevent the teaching of the ugliness that precipitated the civil rights movement even existed.
Gun lovers, I so wish you were as tired of this as I am. I wish thousands and thousands of deaths every year could move you enough to move. I wish you could tap into an empathy to eclipse your gun lust.
Some children didn’t come home in Uvalde, Texas and our politicians and many of our citizens barely lifted their heads beyond quick, empty thoughts and prayers tweets they think exonerate them from culpability and exempt them from action.
For a long time now, the “boys will be boys” apologists on the Right use their boardrooms and their pulpit and their platforms to tell us that this is what manhood is.