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...

It begins like all state-level poison does—with a bill number, an innocuous title, and a room full of politicians mugging for the cameras while pretending to care. Massachusetts House Bill 5033, draped in the glittering vestments of "healthcare reform," tiptoed its...

Colorado, ever the progressive petri dish of experimental governance, has once again declared its disdain for Christian convictions—this time by officially categorizing biblical parenting as a form of abuse. House Bill 25-1312, which I wrote about earlier this month,...

Amazingly, in the broad field of journalism and opining, there are people so self-satisfied, so enamored with their own perceived cleverness, that you can almost hear them sniggering while typing out their next piece. Andy Olsen's "Invasion Theology," published in...

There was a time—believe it or not—when television served some modest purpose beyond rotting the minds of its audience into room-temperature gelatin. There was a time when entertainment required talent. When it at least pretended to nod toward decency. When people...

In an age where most political leaders opt for soft-focus platitudes about “faith traditions” and “spiritual journeys,” the Trump White House just dropped a Holy Week statement that reads more like a Sunday sermon than a sanitized press release. And frankly, it's a...

There it is, in black and white. Thirteen ethnic fellowships within the Southern Baptist Convention (SBC) have officially declared what many of us have been saying all along. When it comes to our nation’s borders, they think enforcement is mean, deportation is cruel,...

Good riddance! There, I said it. NewSpring Church has officially joined the ranks of spiritual circus tents that have packed up and left the Southern Baptist Convention, and frankly, the SBC should be sending them a thank-you note, not a love letter. Cue the anguished...

It’s been said that if you want to see the theological temperature of the modern American church, you don’t go to the pulpit—you go to the fellowship hall, where a circle of women sit cradling pastel-covered workbooks with Beth Moore’s name stamped across the front...

Where better than in the streets of Harlem, New York City, could a scene unfold that so plainly illustrates the true face of the pro-abortion movement—a face contorted with rage, intolerance, and, ultimately, violence. Savannah Craven, a pro-life activist associated...