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...

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...

by John Carpenter Most serious American Christians are accustomed to engaging groups like the Mormons, with their sexually immoral con-man who wrote bad fiction full of provable absurdities, or Jehovah’s Witnesses, repackaging ancient Arianism, or even Roman...

It’s a strange kind of grief—not the grief of surprise, but the grief of confirmation. The kind where you’ve been standing on the train tracks for years, waving both arms, shouting that the light in the distance isn’t the sunrise, it’s a locomotive—and then one day...