
Hashtags Won’t Save Us
I woke up this morning and there they were waiting for me, the latest round of black and white saviors from the ether: the hashtag warriors. Some of them still

I woke up this morning and there they were waiting for me, the latest round of black and white saviors from the ether: the hashtag warriors. Some of them still

I usually avoid small talk, as it’s an introvert’s kryptonite, but yesterday at the pharmacy I made eye contact with the woman in line behind me and started up a

As a Christian, I take the words of Jesus seriously. They matter to me. I don’t think they’re theoretical ideas meant to be uttered for an hour on Sunday or

You say that you’re pro-life. You let me know in hashtags and bumper stickers and t-shirts and memes and march photos and sermons and high horse sanctimony. You treasure and

I woke up this morning and there they were waiting for me, the latest round of black and white saviors from the ether: the hashtag warriors. Some of them still

I usually avoid small talk, as it’s an introvert’s kryptonite, but yesterday at the pharmacy I made eye contact with the woman in line behind me and started up a

As a Christian, I take the words of Jesus seriously. They matter to me. I don’t think they’re theoretical ideas meant to be uttered for an hour on Sunday or

You say that you’re pro-life. You let me know in hashtags and bumper stickers and t-shirts and memes and march photos and sermons and high horse sanctimony. You treasure and