Category: ‘Christian Nationalism’
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#5: Blessed but Stressed
The ongoing favor of God wasn’t guaranteed, though. Apparently, God was a ‘What have you done for me lately?’ kind of deity. Just like that, He could turn the tables on us.
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#4: The Doctrine of Elections
This was a collective dark night of the soul for my youth group compatriots and me. And it was all thanks to an election.
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#3: Under the Christian Nationalist Tent (or, Finding Empathy)
You’d be forgiven for thinking that if this kid was what a soldier in the Lord’s army looked like, you didn’t love our chances. Nonetheless, we all thought we were doing the Lord’s work.
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#2: A Christian Nationalist Deserter
At the vertex of my turn away from Christian nationalism stood a shit-stirring seaside woodworker named Jesus.
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#1: We Were Christian Nationalists Once, and Young
I was so angry at those villains, those godless and underhanded liberal evildoers that the thought of waging war against them was bait to a bloodthirsty soul… Until I went AWOL.
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Enslaved to Civic Freedom
‘Freedom’ is a common and hackneyed word on the lips of so-called ‘Christian nationalists‘.1 It echoes from pulpits. It simmers on social media. It entitles a rock-star worship leader like Sean Feucht to wander the United States like a patriot missionary, preaching the good news of civic freedom to his groupies, and singing a few…
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‘Christian Nationalism’ Isn’t Christian
When Rocky Balboa defeated the juiced Russian monster, Ivan Drago, on his home turf, my young heart was stirred. Vengeance for Apollo! And when he drew a standing ovation from the entire Politburo with his “everybody can change” speech, I shed tears. Red, white and blue tears. Take that, Soviets! Now, years later, it turns…
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Submission to All, Allegiance to None
Submission can be painful and humbling. When Steve What’s-His-Name kicked my ass back in the fifth grade, pulling my jacket over my head hockey-style and twisting my arm behind my back until I submitted, I won’t lie and say it didn’t sting my pride. Likewise, when writers like Peter and Paul entreat their audiences to…
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Joe, Donald, Daniel, Dragons, Doom and Dispensationalism
Sure, there are conspiracies out there. The travesty of hot dogs sold in packs of eight and buns in packs of six – forcing you to buy 3 packs of hotdogs and 4 packs of buns to balance the equation – is well documented. Just another way ‘Big Sausage’ and ‘Big Bakery’ conspire against us….
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Why I’m Not a Patriot
Eventually, I broke off the love affair with my nation, when I decided it was at odds with my faith. Actually, I just ghosted it until it stopped expecting anything from me.