Sean Feucht—Bethel Church’s curly-blond troubadour of spectacle—took to X on November 11, shouting in all caps about a “MOVE OF GOD” at Mar-a-Lago. He claimed “over 100 veterans and law enforcement gave their lives to Jesus” in Trump’s ballroom, complete with...

Tucker Carlson—the silver-tongued sage of cable news turned podcaster—can eviscerate a politician’s hypocrisy with a single raised eyebrow. We’ve cheered his political broadsides, nodded through his takedowns of woke absurdities, and admired his knack for exposing...

The petition to the Supreme Court was simple in intent, if not in expectation. It was to hear a case that could open the door to revisiting Obergefell v. Hodges, the 2015 decision that invented a constitutional right to “same-sex marriage.” Kim Davis, the Kentucky...

I watched Oklahoma State Senator Dusty Deevers’ recorded address yesterday and felt the hardness of his tone—raw, unstinting, unwilling to glide over the usual conciliatory rhetoric. Here was a pastor-legislator pointing directly at the deceitful heart of the American...

“I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock when terror strikes you.” (Proverbs 1:26) When God laughs, it is never lighthearted. His laughter is the echo of justice in a world that has mocked Him too long. Somewhere this past weekend, a drag clown twirls beneath...

The system is broken, and it can’t be fixed. I don’t say that lightly. I say it after years of watching Southern Baptists pretend the house is sturdy while the joists groan, the roof leaks, and the foundation sinks under our feet. The SBC has a Credentials Committee...

In the dingy gray mornings of the old Soviet Union, the peasants learned a terrible national dogma. They queued for hours outside concrete shops that smelled of dust and vinegar, ration cards in hand, waiting for the chance to buy a loaf of bread or a few bruised...

I watched the clip—again and again—Steven Furtick laughing, giving some guy a piggyback ride in what he calls a church. The people around him cheering, clapping, filming on their phones like the presence of God is some novelty sideshow act. Honestly, this stuff just...

I sit here, mid-October, watching the leaves fall like tiny funerals, each one descending in silence to remind us that death still reigns over this cursed world. Yesterday, the verdict came down. Bionca Ellis—the smirking butcher of three-year-old Julian Wood—guilty....