Yesterday, Beth Moore emerged from whatever cave she has been hiding in since abandoning her Southern Baptist church several years ago and unleashed a lengthy social media tirade aimed at Southern Baptists who continue to believe that God's Word means what it says...

For more than fifty years, America legalized the slaughter of her own children while calling it everything from “healthcare” to “compassion for women.” The blood soaked into the floorboards of the republic while judges in black robes patted themselves on the back for...

There used to be a time when seminaries existed to forge men who feared God more than man. Men who could stand in a pulpit with a spine made of iron and say, “Thus saith the Lord,” even if the whole room hissed back at them. Men who understood that shepherding...

There is something deeply unsettling about watching a man stand on a stage with a Bible in his hand, speaking with the cadence of a preacher while slowly dissolving the very attributes of God that make the gospel necessary in the first place. Not in one violent motion...

Rome had a strange smell near the end of its empire. Historians don’t really talk about that part. They write about military campaigns and collapsing currencies and corrupt emperors with grapes hanging from their fingers while boys danced in silk before them. But I...

Tim Keller spent years cultivating the image of the calm Evangelical intellectual—the reasonable man in the room, the thoughtful urban pastor who translated historic biblical Christianity for the modern world. Soft-spoken, measured, and winsome. Never shrill. Never...

You’re probably aware by now of Sam Allberry’s resignation this past weekend after it was exposed he, a self-described “gay Christian,” had an “inappropriate relationship” with another man. Allberry has been a prominent advocate of what is called “Side B”...

From the very beginning, the church has had to guard her gates like a city under siege. Not from armies with banners and swords, but from men who speak the right words just long enough to earn trust, then quietly begin rearranging the furniture while nobody’s looking....

If you needed another reason to pull your children from public schools, look no further than this latest near-tragedy. The shadow falling across our nation is not an accidental byproduct of a few “troubled” individuals—it is the inevitable destination of a...

These ... clowns. Literal clowns. Some dude, draped in cheap polyester sequins and a wig that reeks of desperation, sits there. He’s playing pretend with kids. He’s wearing a caricature of womanhood like a skin suit, and he’s doing it in front of a child.“Do I look...

There’s a pattern in the charismatic movement—and once you see it, you can’t unsee it. Another leader crashes. Another “movement” staggers. Another circle of loyalists scrambles to explain, reinterpret, salvage. Not repent, but salvage. Not submit to Scripture, but...

Over Easter—of all times—spiritual charlatan, Paula White, stood in front of cameras and compared Donald Trump to Christ. Not subtly. Not loosely. Directly. She took the betrayal, the suffering, the cost, the language that belongs to the cross alone—and laid it at the...

“Antichrists are the dissembled enemies of Christ, who every manner of way are against the doctrine of Christ, whose followers they profess themselves to be (1 John 2:18–22; 4:3; 2 John 7).”— Amandus Polanus I keep coming back to that word, “dissembled.” Not open...

I thought I had heard it all. I really did. Paula White has spent years building a reputation as one of the most brazen purveyors of prosperity nonsense in modern evangelicalism—name it, claim it, decree it, declare it, speak it into existence. The whole tired script....

For years now, the modern transgender movement hasn’t operated like a loose collection of ideas. It’s functioned like a system—predictable, coordinated, and disturbingly efficient. Not chaos. Not confusion. A process. A conveyor belt—the transgender conveyor belt—as...

I wake up, grab my coffee, thumb the screen—and it’s the same grim parade, again. A man guns down a pregnant woman at a red light—her husband beside her—an unborn child erased in the same breath, and the system shrugs it off under the banner of insanity. Not...

The modern American imagination is an idol factory, and it has manufactured a version of Jesus that never existed. In this version, Jesus is soft-spoken, endlessly agreeable, and almost allergic to confrontation. He floats through the Gospels like a spiritual...

Karen Whitsett, a Democratic state representative from Detroit, has announced she will not seek reelection because she can no longer reconcile her faith with the Democrat party, according to a report from a Detroit news source. Whitsett has served in the Michigan...

James Talarico Is the Exact Kind of Christian as David French Or maybe it’s clearer if we say it without the polite packaging—he isn’t one at all. Every few months the evangelical internet machine latches onto a new personality and suddenly the timelines start...

For years now, we’ve been told to cool it with the comparisons of abortion to ancient paganism. Stop invoking Molech. Stop talking about sacrifice. Stop saying that modern society is quietly reenacting the most perverse rituals of the ancient world. We’re told, even...

“Yes, Democrats are evil, but Republicans…” I always hear the David French types, the Phil Vischer types, the JD Greear types, attempt to argue that Republicans are some kind of “opposite” evil from Democrats. These center-leftists, for lack of a better term, will...

I watched President Trump’s State of the Union last night with a mix of relief and frustration. Relief, because finally someone at the podium unapologetically defended our nation’s right to secure its borders as a matter of moral duty and love for our own citizens....

Chicago used to be known for industry, steel, and grit. These days, it’s known for blood on the pavement. Not metaphorically. Literally. Gangs don’t write press releases—they spray bullets. And the soundtrack to it all is known as “Gangsta rap.” Not the harmless kind...

There’s a certain tone a man uses when he believes the room belongs to him. Not the building. Not the microphone. The room. You can hear it in the cadence—relaxed, almost amused, but tight underneath. Like someone who has never had to be contradicted without...