I don’t know exactly when it happens or what it looks like in practical, tangible detail. But what I do know is this: Psalm 2 is not poetry for the sake of art. It is a declaration of divine mockery—a promise that when the world raises its collective fist against God,...

Charismania is a traveling circus where the tent never folds, the clowns never scrub off their greasepaint, and the ticket price keeps climbing while the performance rots from the inside out. Every season the ringmaster trips over his own whip, the spotlight catches...

The Hollywood Bowl has never been shy about mocking God, but this summer it outdid itself. Jesus Christ Superstar was dragged back onto the stage, only this time the crown was handed to Cynthia Erivo, a black lesbian actress who strutted as “Jesus,” while Adam Lambert...

After 169 years, Spurgeon’s College has shut its doors. The official reason given is financial strain, but let’s not act like we didn’t know this was coming. This wasn’t a spreadsheet accident. It was a self-inflicted wound, an institutional suicide stunt. And Rick...

Good riddance. That’s the only fitting response to the news that Brent Leatherwood has finally resigned from his post as president of the Ethics and Religious Liberty Commission. For years, Southern Baptists have been told to treat this bloated appendage of the...

Pastor Luke Ash lost his job at a public library in Louisiana for refusing to play pretend. That’s the story in its simplest, clearest form. He wouldn’t call a woman a man. He wouldn’t lie. And for that unpardonable sin against the Church of Woke Inclusivity, he was...

At this year’s Belfast Pride parade, a clown dressed as “Jesus”—mock crown of thorns and all—danced through the streets, high-fiving other sodomites while the crowd applauded. This is a clear act of deliberate blasphemy against God, yet, nobody batted an eye. Because...

The connections between Mormonism and Freemasonry are about as subtle as a neon sign in a pitch-black desert. Some people act like it’s some deep, conspiratorial discovery that Joseph Smith, the so-called “prophet,” borrowed heavily from the secret handshakes and...

In a scene that could easily double as a sketch from a late-night comedy show, a white pastor in a church-branded t-shirt strolls the sidewalks of Albany, posing, smiling wide, and handing out brand new Nikes to black kids like some corporate-funded Saint Nick. Not...

It takes a certain kind of brainpower to stumble headfirst into heresy while thinking you’ve just unlocked the deepest philosophical vault in heaven. But that’s exactly what William Lane Craig does with his recent theological gymnastics. Craig is so smart, he’s...

At a highly popular New Zealand megachurch, Grace Vineyard Church, Easter Sunday isn’t about the resurrection of Christ. It’s about choreography, costume robes, and turning the King of kings into a glorified boy band frontman. In a recent stunt, they performed a...

He was the last of a dying breed—a pastor who not only knew what he believed, but believed what he knew. John Fullerton MacArthur Jr., born in 1939, didn’t just walk into history; he stormed in like a theological tempest. While most pastors today tiptoe through the...