At The Gospel Coalition’s recent conference—an event already bursting with enough theological cotton candy to induce a diabetic coma—David Platt took the stage and, with trembling sincerity, unleashed a tale so drenched in mystical melodrama it could have been...

Somewhere between the Jedi Council and the United Church of Christ, a black hole has opened, sucking sound doctrine into a swirling void of cosplay theology, syncretistic gobbledygook, and racialized virtue signals wrapped in rice paper. It is here, at the unholy...

In a Nebraska courtroom, justice was finally dispensed—but not in the way most would assume. Chloe Coplen-Anderson, now 18, was sentenced to 35 to 60 years in prison after being convicted of slitting her newborn son’s throat shortly after giving birth in her bedroom....

At long last, the velvet-tongued emperor of Christian celebrity culture, Bishop T.D. Jakes, has announced his exit from the pulpit of The Potter’s House—the crumbling empire he built atop the rotting carcass of the Word of Faith movement and anti-Trinitarian heresy....

In Houston, Texas, a storm has been brewing beneath the gleaming surface of one of America’s largest megachurches—Second Baptist Church. With more than 90,000 members scattered across multiple campuses and an empire reportedly worth over a billion dollars, Second...

Levi Lusko has built a reputation as the quintessential hip, modern megachurch pastor—tattoos, trendy sneakers, polished storytelling, and a high-production platform that attracts the crowds and flatters the culture. But beneath the fashionable exterior and charming...

He walks onto the stage with a flawless smile and a perfectly-timed pause. The lights dim, the audience leans in, and for thirty minutes, the man speaks with the cadence of a TED Talker and the certainty of a Silicon Valley mogul pitching salvation like a subscription...

When the news broke that Pope Francis had died, Christianity Today responded in the only way it knows how: with an incense-scented eulogy that doubled as a love letter to ecumenical confusion. The article, penned by Franco Iacomini, bore the...

Somewhere between the archeological dust of Jerusalem and the theological smog of Gordon College, a man named Jeffrey P. Arroyo Garcia stumbled onto a theory so feeble, it could barely support the weight of a soggy Sunday school flannelgraph, let alone the entire...

The pontiff is dead. And no, the bells aren’t ringing in triumph—they’re tolling like a funeral dirge for a man whose soul now quakes before the throne of Almighty God. Pope Francis—Rome’s darling, the media’s mascot, the Church of Nice’s poster boy—is gone. And what...