With apologies and thanks to my friend Josh Hurst, whose words I
am appropriating here. Everything below the line is his. Everything above the
line is mine, and the views expressed should be attributed to me, not Josh.
To their credit, I HAVE seen a few
instances of evangelical pastors and friends repudiating Trump’s hateful,
divisive words over the past couple days. And I’m thankful for that. But Josh’s
perspective – disbelief, sorrow, betrayal – is very real, and it is very common
among the Evangelicals and ex-Evangelicals I encounter. If you’re living in
your own little conservative political/theological bubble, you really cannot
comprehend the carnage taking place among people who would like to be
Christians, who used to consider themselves Christians, but who cannot possibly
agree with what they are being asked to support, and who know without a doubt
that what they are being asked to support is profoundly out of alignment with
God’s will and purpose in the world.
To the rest of the American Christian
world that sits back in silence, there IS a way forward, but it involves, as it
always does from a Christian perspective, acknowledgement of wrong, and
repentance; commitment to doing right. In the face of continued tacit or overt
support of blatant racism from some portions of the American Christian church,
now might be a good time to move forward. Please do it, I beg of you.
I do not think we will ever have a full accounting
of everything we've lost through the marriage of white American evangelicalism
and the desperately wicked movement of explicit racism and white nationalism
personified by the 45th President.
Last night I watched in horror as he incited violence against a
sitting U.S. Congresswoman, inviting real bodily peril on her and her children,
and for a moment thought of all the Christian moralists, evangelists,
pastor-teachers, and quasi-celebrities who I was
raised to admire; men who taught me that character matters and integrity is
paramount. I believed it, and still do; it's a shame they didn't. One whiff of
real political power was all it took for them to goose-step along with a
political agenda that is demonstrably evil; that wishes injury and death upon
divine image-bearers; that rejects the teachings of Jesus Christ at every turn.
I am not alone. I hear from others every day who
were raised in conservative, white evangelicalism, and who now see all the
absolute truths of our childhood going up in smoke. The trauma is real. The
betrayal is real. The tears are real. So it was bullshit all along, you say?
But I trusted you, and now feel like a fool.
There are not enough Supreme Court seats, not enough
chances to embarrass the libtards, not enough courthouses in which to erect the
Ten Commandments; there is nothing to justify the erosion of Christian witness
and the complete collapse of evangelical moral authority in our country, now
left with a paucity of gospel values, all the goodness we espouse smothered
under the weight of white nationalism.
It is Antichrist. It is accommodation for sin. It is
killing us, just like the Bible said it would.
I think of my own denomination, reformed
Presbyterian. We have documented evidence that white nationalists are bred and
catechized in our pews, yet still so many of us are fools enough to hem and haw
about whether racism and white supremacy are truly "gospel issues"--
as if there's anything that isn't! Still so many of our churches lift up
prayers against abortion, as rightly we should, but will never utter a word to
protect Congresswoman Omar, nor to call POTUS 45 to repentance.
This is not seriousness about sin. We're letting it
devour us. We leave our children with ruins and waste -- a hollow space where
authoritative Christian witness used to be. And we leave our Savior still
darting from tree to tree, somewhere far from the halls of power-- his
invitation the same as ever; but so many of us, I fear, choosing far lesser.
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