
The Dawn or the Death of America
I can remember the refrains from November of 2016: He might do things differently. Just give him a chance. Let’s see what he can do. Friend, it’s been six years,

I can remember the refrains from November of 2016: He might do things differently. Just give him a chance. Let’s see what he can do. Friend, it’s been six years,

“Hatred is winning.” Many times a day I find myself thinking this—maybe just as some internal primal scream therapy; an emotional pressure release to fend off a coming explosion, a

I don’t think about you all that often. I’m usually too busy. Like many people, I’ve spent most of the waking moments over the past four years fighting. I’ve occupied

Dear American Church, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is—you’re slowly dying. If you’re paying attention, you probably realize that. Your buildings are slowly

I can remember the refrains from November of 2016: He might do things differently. Just give him a chance. Let’s see what he can do. Friend, it’s been six years,

“Hatred is winning.” Many times a day I find myself thinking this—maybe just as some internal primal scream therapy; an emotional pressure release to fend off a coming explosion, a

I don’t think about you all that often. I’m usually too busy. Like many people, I’ve spent most of the waking moments over the past four years fighting. I’ve occupied

Dear American Church, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is—you’re slowly dying. If you’re paying attention, you probably realize that. Your buildings are slowly