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...