There was a time when mocking God was a dangerous business. There was a time when scorning His people carried a cost. And there was a time when conservative Christians in America weren’t the preferred punching bags of Hollywood’s sneering elites.

But that time is long gone. Now, the world doesn’t just mock Christianity—it revels in it, glories in it, exalts itself in a parade of perversion, holding up its rebellion like a trophy while slandering and maligning those who stand in its way.

And why wouldn’t they?

The last line of defense against cultural collapse—the biblical, conservative Christian worldview—is being sabotaged by self-proclaimed “respectable Christians” within Christianity’s own ranks. These are the men who wrap themselves in piety while doing the bidding of their godless overlords. These are the men who have traded the gospel for the approval of the world. These are the men who wield their sanctimonious prose as a blade against their own professed brothers, carving them up for the amusement of their leftist masters. But more on that in a minute.

If you want to understand just how insulated, out-of-touch, and braindead our cultural elite has become, look no further than Saturday Night Live’s recent 50th anniversary episode.

You would think that after decades of plummeting ratings and a steadily dwindling audience, they’d figure out that the only people still watching their tired sketches are those looking for validation in their own sneering contempt for half the country. But no—like an addict who knows the needle is killing him and still shoves it into his arm, SNL doubled down on what it does best… lazily punching down at the people who refuse to bow to its decrepit ideology.

In one of the most talked-about sketches, Tom Hanks, a man whose very name is a shibboleth for “Hollywood nice guy,” donned a Make America Great Again hat and played a caricature of a Trump supporter named Doug. The scene was set as a game show—Black Jeopardy!—with Hanks’ character hesitating, grimacing, and recoiling at the thought of shaking the black host’s hand. The studio audience howled with glee, basking in the warm glow of their own moral superiority.

Here’s the clip:

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MAGA supporters are racist buffoons. Trump voters are dumb hicks. This is what the New York and L.A. elite actually believe. They have fully convinced themselves that the working-class men and women of this country—farmers, factory workers, tradesmen, truck drivers, electricians—are nothing more than cross-burning rubes with missing teeth who can’t function in a civilized society.

They have spent so much time cocooned in their echo chambers that they don’t realize they aren’t making comedy anymore—they’re performing religious rites. This was not an attempt at humor. It was a ritual cleansing, a way to reinforce their doctrine: We are the enlightened, and they are the unclean.

Of course, the greatest irony here is that these self-appointed moral authorities are the same people who spent decades covering up for pedophiles, rapists, and serial predators in their own industry while lecturing Middle America about morality.

But it’s not just the sneering late-night comedians and their dwindling audience that perpetuate this garbage. They have help—help from those who should know better. Help from men who claim to be Christians, who claim to be conservatives, who claim to hold biblical values but have spent their entire careers serving as controlled opposition for the godless.

If you aren’t familiar with Mike Cosper, consider yourself blessed. But for those who need an introduction, he is one of the many evangelicals who have made it their mission to ensure that Christianity is always sufficiently neutered, defanged, and properly house-trained for polite society.

Cosper, like so many others, masquerades as a man of conviction, but what he truly desires is the applause of men. He is the kind of Christian who will weep over the church’s supposed complicity in “Trumpism” but yawn over the slaughter of the unborn.

In a flurry of tweets, he ranted that “Pro-choice extremism isn’t conservative,” while simultaneously justifying the decision of Bush-Romney Republicans to endorse Kamala Harris. His claim? They’re doing it because they’re disgusted with Trump and hope for a “truly conservative” GOP in the future.

Pause and let that sink in. A man who calls himself a Christian is saying that pro-life conservatives should back a pro-abortion radical in order to one day, somehow, return to a “conservatism” that he finds more palatable. This is not the reasoning of a serious person. This is the reasoning of a coward who serves the approval of the world while trying to keep one foot in the church.

Cosper’s entire approach to cultural engagement is built on a single premise—make sure that whatever you say, it doesn’t upset the left. And if it does? Well, then it’s time to rethink your position. He is the model evangelical who has exchanged the gospel for the approval of the world, and in doing so, has become indistinguishable from the world he pretends to critique.

But Cosper is far from alone. He’s following in the well-trodden footsteps of men like Russell Moore and David French, two of the most prominent turncoats in modern evangelicalism.

Moore, once a prominent figure in the Southern Baptist Convention, spent years undermining biblical Christianity from within. His playbook? Condemn conservatives at every turn while providing moral cover for leftist causes. French, meanwhile, has perfected the art of feigned moral superiority, endlessly lecturing conservatives about the dangers of Trumpism while bending over backward to appease the very people who despise Christianity.

These men have made an entire career out of being the right kind of conservative—the kind that NPR will interview approvingly, the kind that The New York Times will quote as the “Christian voice of reason,” the kind that will happily betray their brothers in Christ for one more invitation to the secular left’s cocktail party.

Why does this keep happening? Because the world hates God, and it cannot tolerate His truth. Every man knows, deep down, that God exists. Every man knows that he is accountable to Him. But rather than submit to Him, they rage, they rebel, they declare themselves free while forging their own chains.

That is why we see sin paraded through the streets with “pride” marches, “women’s right’s” parades, and the celebration of everything detestable. That is why we see movements dedicated to normalizing every form of wickedness imaginable. The world bands together in a desperate attempt to deaden its own conscience, drowning it out with cheering crowds and virtue-signaling resolutions.

And who hands them the ammunition? Men like Cosper, Moore, and French. Men who claim the name of Christ but load the enemy’s rifles, handing them bullet after bullet to fire at the very people they should be defending.

They may believe that they are enlightened, that they are sophisticated, that they are playing some long game of political maneuvering to one day reclaim conservatism from the riffraff. But the truth is much simpler… they are cowards. They have bowed before the altar of public approval, and they have received their reward.

But as for us? We do not bow. We do not apologize. We do not seek the approval of a world that is perishing. We stand, as those before us have stood, unyielding, unashamed, and unwavering in the truth. And when the smoke clears, it will not be the world’s applause that matters. It will be the voice of the King, saying, Well done, good and faithful servant.