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Dear Gen Z Christian

Dear Gen Z Christ-follower,

It has been just over a week since a bullet exploded across a college campus in Utah and shook the world.

You witnessed the reality of murder played out before your very eyes.

You saw an act of pure, unadulterated evil.

But evil didn’t stop there.

Since Charlie Kirk’s bloody assassination just over one week ago, you have continued to watch evil march across this nation.

Evil has not stopped with that assassin’s bullet.

This last week, you’ve watched evil openly celebrate Kirk’s murder or at least somehow justify it. I wish I could say these celebrations came from deranged fringe groups. Instead, it was medical doctors, nurses, government officials, fire fighters, professors and even elementary and high school teachers—the very groups you depend on for health care, law and order, emergencies, and education.

This last week, you’ve watched evil kick over, stomp on, and vandalize Charlie Kirk memorials, including the one in front of the Turning Point USA headquarters. You’ve watched evil interrupt prayer vigils by shouting “Bella Ciao!” (a lyric from a World War II anti-fascist song which, by the way, was etched into one of Kirk’s shooter’s bullet casing), as well as singing little ditties with lyrics like “I don’t want your salvation. I want you to f*****g die. We’re not going to give you a second chance, even when you beg for it.”

You’ve watched evil’s art of deception as the media and “influencers” attempted to establish the lie that insisted the shooter’s motives are still unknown or that he was a white, Christian, and straight even though the Orem police and the Utah governor have confirmed that he had a trans lover and had been radicalized by leftist ideology.

You’ve watched evil deflect and attempt to shift blame: trying to push the “both sides do it” argument or steering the debate to gun control, blaming Trump or those who voted for him, playing victim and establishing a martyr for their own cause (enter here: Jimmy Kimmel).

In short, you’ve watched evil spew chaos.

Currently, you are watching evil march across the hearts of far too many people.

I know it seems confusing and hopeless.

However, in one week, you have learned what it means when Jesus said that the world hates us because it hated him first (John 15:18).

You learned this last week that if you stand for truth, there are far too many on the left that believes it would be okay to kill you where you stand.

You’ve what happens when moral clarity is lost.

You’ve seen the outcome played out when the serpent tempts Eve that she would become like God, knowing good and evil.

Have you ever wondered why the forbidden tree in the Garden of Eden was called the “Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil”?

Does that mean even “good” knowledge is bad? Does that mean that the Bible is anti-intellectual and that God wants you stupid?

Far from it.

The serpent’s temptation takes Eve’s eyes off of God as the origin of all things in the universe—including the moral code—and makes her look within herself as the creator.

By eating of the fruit from that tree, Eve alone gets to decide what is good and what is evil. She no longer needs God the moral author to define good and evil. She now gets to that all by her little own self.

Now multiply that by the billions of people who have lived on this planet.

Each one truly believing that he or she fully has the capacity to define what is good or evil to them—no matter how asinine, bizarre, or contradictory.

Where murder is ok so long as it is the right person getting shot.

Where your opinion or worldview can earn you a death sentence.

And where the logic wouldn’t apply if it were reversed (say, my definition of right and wrong would justify me shooting you because I find you abhorrent).

Where free speech is suddenly an issue when one loses their job for saying something vile on social media yet it wasn’t when someone loses their life for crime of speaking. (The irony is thick so here.)

Where Jimmy Kimmel becomes a martyr of free speech for his show being suspended yet Kirk is not for his life being terminated.

Where nearly two weeks following the assassination, after police release incontrovertible evidence as to the killer’s motive, the left as well as the media is twisting themselves into pretzels to maintain the motive remains unclear.

We live in difficult and confusing times, where truth is bent to the narrative.

Gen Z believer, you have unfortunately been called to traverse this dumpster fire called Planet Earth. You have seen—and continue to stare into—the face of evil, and you are called to be the salt and the light.

And believe you me: we are in a dark and spoilt world. It might feel easier and safer to hide.

No. You must press forward.

Satan will try to move the world passed this as quickly as possible.

Don’t let him.

In Luke’s Gospel, after Jesus’s disciples returned from being sent out, they were amazed that “even the demons submit to us in your name.” Jesus replied, “I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven. I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you.” (Luke 10:17-19)

Now, Gen Z Christ-follower, it is on you. Be strong. Fight the good fight.

As one who has worked closely with Gen Zers, I believe in you. I see your heart. I have seen how the face of evil has effected you. Sometimes, I have seen you overwhelmed by shyness or a lack of confidence. But I also have seen you break out of apprehension and overcome in a big way. I have seen you pursue the face of God and do everything to make him real in your life.

The world needs you to do it now.

Evil is spreading.

The only way to fight it is Jesus, a name by which the demons flee and the captives go free.

I have zero hesitation that you will step up to the challenge.

Let me know what I can do to pour fuel on the fire.

In the name of Jesus, before whom every knee shall bow,

Dan

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When sadness overcomes the anger

It’s midnight.

I am out in the woods during our annual high school retreat.

Its quiet and tranquility is overwhelming and refreshing.

It was a day filled with worship, games, and laughter (I have always been a fan of high school retreats).

And now, in the heavy darkness under a Montana sky, amidst the heavy slumber of a cabin full of high school boys, I am awake.

It’s been nearly a week since the brutal assassination of Charlie Kirk.

The gruesome video continues to play over and over in my mind. I am still unable to wrap my head around it.

Since that horrible event, I have responded with anger.

Deep anger.

I felt it was the only emotion I heart was able to process at that moment. My anger lashed out at the political left for their excuses, deflections, and worthless justifications.

Now, away from the normal routines of life, tucked away in the Montana forest, after a day of the laughter and worship of these precious students, midnight settles in.

And now, having finally been able to catch my breath, I find myself unexpectedly washed over in a wave of sadness.

It’s the first time I felt sadness since last Wednesday’s gruesome tragedy.

I was honestly surprised that I wasn’t feeling that emotion earlier. After all, isn’t that what “normal” Christians should feel at the start?

Everyone processes their shock differently, I guess.

I am saddened by Kirk’s murder, a sight that no soul is designed to see. I am saddened that a woman half my age now has to navigate a world vomiting hatred toward her as she has to carry two very young children with her.

Most of the anger I have felt this last week surprisingly was not turned toward the shooter. I felt sorry for him. I grieved the deception under which this young man fell as well as the indoctrination that twisted his fragile mind. I cannot imagine what the shooter’s family is currently going through or even his “partner” who has already traversed down the river of Satan’s deception.

Their worlds are shattered in ways that could never be repaired save the redemption of Christ.

Further, I feel sad that there is actually a worldview that truly thinks it’s okay to murder someone because they have a different point of view. One with both a lost moral compass and lost heart can only be so callous.

Mostly, I am disheartened how Satan has infiltrated the church to such a degree that some pastors preached or at the very least implied justification for Kirk’s murder as well as far too many supposed followers of Jesus who are condemning or discouraging others for praying for the Kirk family.

Encouraging fellow believers not to pray for someone is a very shallow understanding of prayer and a move of Satan himself.

I think one of the things that made me so angry this past week was that no one on the left, Christian or not, say “I’m sorry.” No “both sides do it.” No gun control debates. No justifying it. No idiotic twisting of the narrative.

Just human beings being human.

Apparently, that is too much to ask.

I grieve those remaining silent just because—in their clouded eyes—the right guy got killed. As Texas Senator Ted Cruz recently said, “They don’t kill you because you’re a Nazi, they call you a Nazi* so they can kill you.” (* you can include “fascist” and “evil” as well)

I am so heartbroken that the body of Christ is now torn apart by such division that folks within the flock have justified division, hatred, and spite. These individuals have allowed themselves to be so influenced by Satan. How could people who claim the name of Christ really think they are doing God’s word with back-biting, vision-killing, and whipping up division the body.

They are not doing God’s work.

Far from it.

They have allowed themselves to be tools of the greatest adversary of the kingdom of God.

God help the body of Christ.

Sadness overwhelmed me all night and morning.

However, in the midst of this sadness, I see great beams of the breaking through the darkness. Hundreds of thousands—or even millions—of Brits marched in London over the weekend in what at first was meant to be an anti-immigration march that morphed into a Charlie Kirk vigil. Prayer vigils with numbers in the thousands are breaking out in France, Germany, Australia, Canada. Recently, I saw the Māori people honor Kirk’s martyrdom with a Haka dance in New Zealand.

Sunday saw a wave of new worshippers attend church—some for the first time. I have heard of some reports of Bibles flying off the shelves. A friend reported her church in Salt Lake City had over 1800 in attendance and ran out of Bibles to give away, ordering another three hundred.

Something might be happening. Only time will tell if the Holy Spirit will continue to pour fuel on the fire.

I pray that fire continues to burn.

Currently, I am sitting watching the smiles on students’ faces and hearing the laughter as they play a game called “Switch.” In a way, it serves as a reminder of God is saying, “I got this.”

That certainly helps to deal with the sadness covering me the last eighteen hours.

All things considered; after having been able to take a deep breath in the stillness of the Montana countryside, I am finding sadness is better than anger. Anger is reactionary; sadness empathizes. Maybe there is a place for both, provided the anger remains a righteous one. Righteous anger demands action; sadness reminds us of our human brokenness. The sadness weighing me down in the last hours has forced me to think of everyone as humans again—lost, deceived, broken souls desperately seeking moral clarity.

In a way, this last week has been a whole lot of both.

God help us in the weeks to come.

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A week of assassination and evil

It’s Sunday morning.

A Sunday following a very difficult and heavy week. A week which admittedly left me sad and very angry.

I wish I could say it was a righteous anger—and maybe for the most part it was.

But at times, it was not. It was filled with rage.

On Wednesday, I watched Charlie Kirk’s neck explode. (I inadvertently watched the video showing the murder from the side of the exit wound. I do not recommend watching it, and I pray it will miraculously disappear from the internet forever.)

On Wednesday, the country was preparing to remember the 9/11 attacks the next day.

Now I watched a live feed throughout the afternoon as students prayed, waiting for word that he might miraculously survive this.

That moment stirred memories of the morning of September 11, 2001—24 years earlier.

I remembered watching the first tower burn in New York City, praying it was an accident or was not as bad as it looked on our screens.

Then we saw the second plane hit the second tower.

I remember the fog, my mind trying desperately to process what my eyes were seeing. I remember the words of the local announcer when the south tower collapsed (I was driving at this moment): “Ladies and gentlemen, the New York skyline has changed forever.”

I remember feeling vulnerable.

And then came the anger.

24 years later, those feelings returned when Fox News’ Will Cain announced, “It is my great dishonor to confirm that Charlie Kirk has died.”

In the midst of that mental fog, anger began to rise.

I had been warning of this outcome for years, even turning it up after Trump got shot in 2024.

For the last decade, people who held conservatives views have been called “Nazis,” “fascists,” “full of hate,” and “evil.”

At first, the left’s name-calling, insults, and narrative-spinning was a source of humor to us on the right. The left, we shrugged, had become a parody of themselves.

Not anymore.

Former president Joe Biden frequently used the phrase “an existential threat to democracy.” He even said, “It’s time to put Trump in a bull’s-eye,” and joked, “if I were in high school, I’d take him behind the barn and beat the hell out of him.” And he called conservative voters “garbage.”

Kamala Harris point-blank used the phrase “fascist” to call Trump.

Hillary Clinton called conservative voters “a basket of deplorables.”

A poll came out five months ago where 48.6% of the left said that assassinating Elon Musk was justified, and 55.2% of that group said it was justified in assassinating Donald Trump.

Two days ago, a YouGov poll said that are “Democrats are more likely than Republicans to say it is acceptable to celebrate the death of a public figure.”

This insanity is not limited to the “world.” I have heard progressives Christians point out an apparent irony of a cross hanging from the neck or tattooed on the arm of “evil” Christ-followers, such as Karoline Leavitt or Pete Hagseth, as if accusers are somehow no longer in need the cross.

Yesterday, Christian artist Chris Tomlin posted a request for prayer for Kirk’s widow and children. The first response to this post was criticism to Tomlin by requesting a prayer for the death of a person so full of “hate and bigotry.”

I don’t care if that responder was from a Christ-follower or not, but that comment was demonic.

In the name of “compassion,” that comment was wicked. In the name of “social justice,” the Democratic Party has lost its heart, moral compass, and it’s soul.

Moments after Kirk’s widow made her first public statement, accusations flooded social media accusing this 72-hour-old widow as trying to take advantage of Kirk’s death–this is demonic.

When fire fighters, public leaders, bureaucrats, doctors and nurses, and individuals educating your children celebrate Kirk’s death—this is demonic.

When in the heat of the grieving and loss, individuals try to spin it about “gun control”—and try to guilt you as the heartless one because you don’t go along with their policies—that is demonic.

Promoting chaos—that is demonic.

When Christ-followers on the left did not openly and publically call out this rhetoric and demand that it stop—that is demonic.

The justification for the murder of anyone–implied or in the open–that is demonic.

This is what happens when the left demonize conservatives over the last ten years.

The left’s typical response has been “both sides do it.”

Then as an example, they come up January 6—an event occurring four years ago—and Charlottesville years before that. Both events, by the way, were widely condemned by national conservative commentators. Next, comes: “but Trump pardoned all of them.” Never mind the fact that Biden’s auto-pen pardoned scores of killers.

No, we are not the same.

I have been warning of Wednesday’s outcome for years. I have seen the writing on the wall.

So, yes, I am angry. Perhaps some of that might come from a righteous anger. Admittedly, a lot of it came from my flesh.

There but for the grace of God go I.

Now, on this Sunday morning, this country has reached a turning point. Frankly, I am deeply concerned about this.

About those on the left doubling-down on this rhetoric.

And about those on the right responding to the left’s violence with violence.

That must also be condemned without reservation and without nuance.

We Christ-followers in the right must remember to FIGHT THE CORRECT FIGHT.

Do not confuse the two.

Heed the words of Paul:

“Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.” — Ephesians 6

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Sadly, another Christian celebrity bites the dust

Today brought me a lot of shocking news and heartbreak.

No, it isn’t the uncomfortably growing spat between Trump and Musk, who suddenly switched from being the best of buds to bickering like former high school sweethearts airing personal grievances on social media.

To me, this news much more heartbreaking.

Today, the Christian band, Newsboys, released a statement regarding former lead singer Michael Tait.

In January, Tait inexplicably quit the band days before their winter tour was to kick off. No explanation was given. Apparently, Tait told the band his purpose for the departure was to “focus on himself.”

It turns out the reason for Tait’s unexpected departure was much darker.

As of today (June 5), at least three men came forward and reported that Tait got them drunk—one stated that Tait offered him cocaine—and fondled them. It doesn’t appear that any of these victims were minors. But all are claiming it was sexual assault.

Time will tell if more victims come forward.

According to a statement on the Newsboys official Facebook page, the band said Tait had admitted to them that he was living a double life, but “never imagined that it could be this bad.”

I was a sophomore at Liberty University when three very talented artists in the dorm next to mine broke into the music scene as DC Talk, consisting of Toby Mac, Kevin Max, and Michael Tait. That was my claim to fame: living in the dorm next to DC Talk. I have met them many times during my years in broadcasting, although I am certain they wouldn’t know me from Adam.

I loved that group and even saw a couple of concerts were the Newsboys opened for them. After DC Talk went on hiatus (they never officially disbanded), Tait toured solo before joining the Newsboys in 2009. I was thrilled with that news. Tait was the perfect front man for the band.

Since then, the Newsboys had been wildly successful: Gold records, sold-out concerts, and even appearing in the “God’s Not Dead” movies.

And now another Christian celebrity bites the dust.

Ugly. Potentially criminal. Black as sin.

In the coming days, I am prepared for non-believers looking down their noses at the (I know this term will be used) “so-called Christian band.” They will make the leap to accuse all Christians as hypocrites.

It remains to be seen how the Christian community responds.

I am deeply saddened by this news. I am heartbroken at Tait’s victims as well as Tait himself. I am even angry.

But I also tend to focus inward, into my own heart.

I am terrified that the sin living in Tait’s heart is also living in me.

I am just as capable—as are all of us—of giving in to sins.

Sin is frightening and dangerous. Its seed is within all of us, lurking and waiting for its moment to act. It slithers beneath the surface, never proclaiming its presence until it is too late. In many ways, it knows us better than we know ourselves, and it definitely knows what buttons to push.

Sin’s allure is hypnotic and seductive. It can even be beautiful. Sin appeals to our own hedonism and promises us the world. It assures us that there is nothing wrong with it, that it’s actions are victimless, and that it feels really, really wonderful. And most importantly, it assures us that we will never get caught—provided we are uber-cautious in covering our tracks, we have the power and finances to silence any witnesses or bury any evidence, or we have a good alibi or rationalization to at least minimize our guilt and shame in the event we get caught.

In fact, sin is so good at convincing us to act on it that we never bother to ask the question, “If there is nothing wrong with my action, then why should I even worry about getting caught in the first place?”

However, there comes a point in every person’s life when sin comes full circle back on us, where its sirenic mask is ripped away exposing all its true ugliness. Sadly, this often happens in view of loved ones and sometimes, even worse, in the watchful eye of the camera.

In an instant, the tantalizing pleasure of your sin explodes with a humiliating flash. And when your life begins crumbling around you, you look with astonishment at your new friend Sin only to discover that it has betrayed you and now stands as your accuser.

With the dominance of social media, it doesn’t take long for one’s sins to go viral under the seething judgment of cyber-finger-pointers, who have successfully convinced themselves that they are without sin.

We can only guess what new developments will come out today.

It is way too early to tell.

With this sad revelation, I can only think of the unknown road before both Michael Tait and the victims. I picture Tait standing within the smoldering rubble of what once had been his sparkling empire. I wonder what is going through his mind. Defiance? Panic? Bewilderment? Sadness?

Then, I saw myself standing there in the rubble of my own sin.

What if that was me?

Michael Tait is a man who needs a savior’s forgiveness, not my pointy fingers or smirking condemnation but my prayer.

Just like my own sins.

Granted, I can say with certainty that I have never sexually assaulted anyone. However, Jesus said that if a man lusts after a woman “has already committed adultery with her in his own heart” (Matthew 5:28). Sadly, I can’t say I am not guilty of that.

I, a sinner, need to treat Tait with the grace of Jesus, the same grace I hope others treat me with when my own sin catches up to me as accuser.

Sin has placed us on the exact same level: sinful humans in need of the cross.

My prayer is for the victims, the newsboys, and even Michael Tait himself. For all parties involved, as well as their families, the coming days are unknown.

However, in this broken world, stained by sin, one thing remains certain: God will work through this hot mess, and he is still good.

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“Experts,” stupidity, and common sense

I have been called stupid more times than I can even count.

I have a bachelor’s and master’s degree, and I am 60 minutes short of a post-graduate degree. Still, I have been called stupid by individuals with just a bachelor’s degree and others with Ph.D.’s, and even by some with no degree at all.

Usually, it is because of my political opinions or my identity as a follower of Jesus. For those antagonistic to my personal views and who know my story, my stupidity is simply evidenced by those final 60 minutes of my postgraduate program (Note, even though my supervisors said my thesis was ready to go, it was rejected by my examiners. This served as the inspiration for my book “Losers Like Us.)

Because of those disastrous 60 minutes in England, I have been hesitant to engage in anything controversial because of that one measly hour. In the back of my mind, I brace myself for that particular insult.

However, even when nothing is said, the dread of those 60 minutes has haunted me since 2008—17 years ago.

Still, sometime during those years, society has changed in ways that helped me better appreciate and be thankful that it worked out that way.

Something has evolved in our society in the last five years or so that has actually broadened my perception. I was hoping to teach at a university years ago. I wanted to be the “expert” in my field whatever that was. I wanted my ideas to be in demand.

But that is not all it’s cracked up to be. Since COVID, the idea of expertise has had its mask ripped off its face. As much as they don’t want to admit it, experts are realizing that we think they’re just as stupid as we are. Sure, they have more letters after their name and can throw around big words when diminutive words would do. But the one thing missing in most ivory towers is common sense.

The last movie the late great Gene Hackman was in was a little-known comedy called “Welcome to Mooseport.” Hackman played a retired U.S. president who settles in the small town to build his presidential library and enjoy the pleasures of retirement. However, the town needed a mayor and approached him to run for the office.

After all, who wouldn’t want a former president as mayor of the town?

After he agreed to run, a dude who ran the local hardware store, played by Ray Romano, threw his hat into the ring.

On one side there is the former president, an expert in his field of running the United States, overshooting the runway on every issue, promising to organize a blue-ribbon panel to study the issue of a high number of car accidents at a particular intersection. On the other hand, there is a local yokel suggesting a tree should be pruned back a little so traffic could better see the stop sign.

Thus, the current state of the “expert.”

In March 2021, after the COVID lockdown, the magazine The Atlantic published a piece called “Following your gut isn’t the right way to go.”

It was the subtitle that got my attention: “The experts had a rough year. We still have to trust them. “

The experts haven’t done anything to redeem themselves. This week, I saw a video of a congressional hearing in which a Senator asked an expert if men could get pregnant. The expert, a “medical doctor” promptly replied yes. When the Senator challenged her on this, she responded with “I am the expert here.”

Now, I realize that I only got a C in high school Health class, but I can totally understand from that is that experts have a ways to go before I or anyone else take any advice from them.

Although I know it won’t happen, we should probably retire the idea that someone is stupid because we don’t agree with them politically, metaphysically, or theologically.

Like every other term that is overused, “stupid” no longer has the same impact it’s had since, I don’t know, the third grade.

Nowadays, if someone calls me stupid, whether it’s in the media, on a social media post, or to my face, I just ignore them. It’s far easier to do once you realize that personal insults thrown your way are simply evidence the “other side” has no response to your argument.

Still, the truth is I am stupid.

I’ll own it.

We all are.

Even the ones who lack the self-awareness to admit it.

But this is where it gets good.

When my postgraduate studies went up in flames, I locked on to 1 Corinthians 1:27-29. It has been my life verse for well over a decade:

“But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him.”

If you’re a Christ-follower and someone calls you stupid—as they will—own it.

God has this extraordinary methodology through history to use us losers—stupid people by the world’s eyes—to do great things.

Without Jesus, one’s stupidity will do nothing more than just be stupidity.

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Reclaiming my life from social media

Last year, during the season of Lent, I decided to try to do something different. Usually, I tend to give up Diet Coke for Lent. For those who know me, that seems a pretty big ask.

Honestly, however, it wasn’t that big of a deal. I surprisingly had no trouble giving up my go-to beverage for that time. It wasn’t much of challenge

So last year, I tried to do something new.

For Lent, I wanted to give up social media. Also, I wanted to limit phone use to simply making phone calls and texts, and maybe for taking photos.

That turned out to be a whole lot trickier.

Frankly, it was a disaster.

I would catch myself unthinkingly scrolling on a near daily basis. Every idle moment, I’d thoughtlessly reached over to grab it and take it for a, um, scroll. One day, a student walked in and caught me scrolling and I felt like I just been nabbed selling state secrets.

All things considered, I would have rather given up Diet Coke.

Within hours, I realized just how addicted I was to social media.

Which is very ironic, well, given how much I hate social media. My disdain for social media grows more all the time. There’s so much I hate about it.

Studies are beginning to regularly show that social media makes people—particularly teens—more depressed. It seems to be the common denominator for mental illness and loneliness today.

The blatant censoring of conservative voices on social media was especially troubling over the last several years. It was inexcusable.

The tracking really bothers me as well. I heard a great summation of my apprehension from former Navy Seal and author, Jack Carr: “A cell phone is a surveillance device that occasionally makes phone calls.” I don’t want the convenience of marketing following me around to give me more accurately targeted ads.

News flash: I have never clicked on a sponsored ad on Facebook or Instagram. Absolutely nothing crosses my screen that makes me say: “Hunh. I need that.”

Yet, knowing all these things, as well as being uncomfortably aware that I am merely the product of social media, I would constantly catch myself going over that sad scroll of death on Facebook and suddenly wondering what I did with the last sixty minutes of my life.

So, given my new founded addiction, I decided to try giving up social media again this year.

The discipline for giving up something for Lent is to focus on the cross. In other words, when your flesh desires the thing you are giving up, you turn your thoughts to Jesus.

It should be easy: when you feel the urge to scroll, reflect on Jesus. It makes sense. After all, isn’t he more trustworthy and gracious than social media?

The problem is that I never feel the urge coming. I never really recognize it. It’s a very passive process.

Every day, I would need to do something menial like check the time and wind up going through every app at least once.

Truly, I don’t understand this addiction. How can one become addicted to something so pointless? It offers so much that is so utterly meaningless: reels created by “influencers” who don’t have the depth or capacity to influence; life and relationship advice by someone standing in their own dumpster fire; comedic videos that are essentially using another already-viral joke and punchline and reproducing it in their own format; lip-syncing comedic lines—What is with the lip-syncing?!

So little value, such a waste of time—yet here I am, constantly defaulting to that stupid activity.

This Lent season, as my disgust and disillusionment grows, this objective seems a tad more manageable, even though I will admit I have already blown it a few times.

However, here rises a conundrum. This is tough, because I am a writer, and this is my only platform on which to write. So is it ethical to allow myself to quickly log on to social media, post an essay, and hopefully get off without scrolling? I don’t think Lent is designed to be a legalistic activity.

Still, I want my life back. I want to exercise my mind. I want to read more books (my annual number of books read last year is over half from previous year). I want to cut the leash between my phone and I—I want to be the master of my social media, not the other way around.

Lent is about the struggle between the spirit and flesh. It is a season to prepare my heart for the cross, to acknowledge my helplessness to sin. Perhaps, I can come out of Lent with a renewed passion for Christ and a blunted desire to watch stupid reels.

Whatever the case, I lean on his grace. I reflect on my addiction to something so mind-numbing. And I realize that I can’t do anything without that beloved cross

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Dropping my toe back into academia

This week, I jumped into something I hadn’t done in well over a decade. For the first time since my 2008 post-graduate debacle in England, I am “back in the classroom,” so to speak.

Not as a teacher, but as a student.

It’s an online course with Grand Canyon University. I am hoping to fulfill the final requirement for professional certification.

It’s been only three days, and I am surprised at the range of emotions I have been experiencing.

On one hand, it felt great to be a student again. I have always loved the learning environment. As a student, I have been out of the loop far too long.

On the other hand, I felt overwhelmed and intimidated. I honestly couldn’t believe how apprehensive I was.

Feelings I haven’t felt in years flooded over me: loss, rejection, humiliation. Feelings of 15 years ago burst forth.

I remember so vividly walking down the path at the university in Britain after my post-graduate thesis was rejected. I was numb. It was all I could do to simply put one foot in front of the other as I thought about the call I would soon make home, telling my wife that all that money, time, and energy is gone. It’s over.

I was certain that I would never be a student again.

Yet here I am, stumbling through the readings, work, and online discussions, trying to push away all my feelings of inadequacy.

“I am not qualified,” I’ve heard myself say. “This is outside of my wheelhouse. I am too old. My career takes a lot out of me, can I survive this? Do I have the energy? Will I flame out? Will I embarrass myself again?

Feelings I experienced so long ago.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk feeling them again.

However, even though my doubts, quitting is not an option. I almost get the feeling that God wants me to go forward.

I am reminded of words the Apostle Paul wrote long ago. These are words that helped me stumble and crawl through the darkest years following 2008:

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.” (1 Corinthians 4:7-10)

It took me almost two decades to jump back on the horse and return to school even if briefly.

I lived in the safety away from being a student for so long. Now I am back, confronting my greatest humiliation. However, it is not to gain glory for myself, but to give total and complete glory to him.

When commenting on Paul’s words to the Corinthians, Chuck Swindoll said, “In order for God to release his sweet perfume over the world, he must first break the jar that holds it.”

There but for grace of God go I.

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Welcome to the age of the troll

am officially calling the time we are in the “Age of the Troll.”

Yesterday, I ran across an article from “NottheBee,” which reported from CPAC this week on a small group trying to get traction on a movement called the “Third Term Project,” which, as you might guess, would open the door for President Trump—as well as any future president—to run for a third term.

It turns out it isn’t just the left that needs a Civics or History class after all.

Then again, it kind of smells like something as a satire, or trolling, designed to get what the troll might hope to get a response out of people, usually an opponent.

I am writing this as though either scenario could be the case.

First, if this was a real thing, Notthebee was correct in calling this movement an idea from a bunch of ‘doofuses.” The Third Term Project, according to Notthebee, promoted their idea as introducing a Constitutional amendment that would overturn the 22nd Amendment, which limited the president to two terms.

Prior to that amendment, a president serving only two terms was a tradition set by George Washington, who officially didn’t run for a third term because he simply wanted to retire. However, he also cautioned about the executive branch becoming too powerful and felt two terms was enough.

Though not constitutionally forbidden, most presidents kept that tradition. Only a few actually ran for a third term, and none of them won until FDR.

Shortly after, a constitutional amendment (the 22nd) was proposed and passed, and now is the law of the land.

Now no one can run for a third term unless a new amendment passes overturning the 22nd, which is unlikely if not impossible today.

I am perfectly alright with a two-term presidency—even if I really like the guy. For one obvious reason is this: what if the guy running for a third term was an abject failure? Given how much the media, the bureaucracy, and the academic elitists carried his water for him, imagine allowing Biden a third term (that is if his age and mental decline wasn’t an issue).

Whatever the case, I find the constitution and its prescribed limits on government is a good thing. If we can’t get around within its limits, then it likely will take us in directions we would regret. If it is important enough for a change, then go through the amendment process, which is by design very difficult.

But, if the Third Term Project is a real thing, why would I be against it?

If Caesar is good, then why not let him rule for a life time?

Because of history.

I am a deep proponent of George Santayana’s maxim, “Those who fail to remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”

As far back as ancient Athens, whenever the city-state would fall on severe crisis, there would always be one person who claimed he could fix it with unlimited power.

And often, he would fix it. Sometimes pretty effectively.

The problem with tyrants is that, once they fixed said problem, their only aim became remaining in power.

Therein lies the issue.

History has shown itself to repeat time and time again, and the ones who usually fall for it are the ones ignorant in history.

Now, don’t misunderstand me. I am pretty much in agreement with the current president: closing the border, removing the cancer of DEI, and shrinking a government which has been and is completely out of control. For every good thing it does, there seem a hundred corrupt things. So much money is unaccounted for, and the incessant whining from the bureaucrats about being held accountable seems worthy of an audit and even complete reformation. (It sure is nice to see the national debt clock slowing: currently it’s growing in the ten-thousands-per-second, as opposed to the ten-millions-per-second when I showed it to a class in October.)

Again, a lesson from history is a nation that loses control of its economy will implode from within—no matter the good it does.

So, I am perfectly thrilled with what Trump is doing. So far, at least five courts, have thrown out attempts to stop him, so as of yet, what he is doing is not illegal. This is also why Trump is moving so fast: he knows his time is limited.

But at the suggestion of offering a proposal to remove the 22nd Amendment, I balk. In fact, I oppose it outright.

One criticism I’ve had on the left is the fact that if they fail to get their policies passed, they simply move the goalposts: a recession is well-defined until it’s not; when they thought they would take the Senate, they talked about getting rid of the filibuster and packing the Supreme Court (notice how quiet they are about these now that they are in the minority—hmm.)

I believe our government can exist and function within these boundaries of the Constitution. So, no, I don’t believe it needs to change to give my side an added advantage. That method is short term thinking: eventually my political philosophy will be in the minority and know those advantages will be used against my side.

Which brings me to my other guess that this is nothing more than a troll.

This is why we have reached a point that can only be known as the “Age of the Troll.” We need to have our radar up with everything.

The troll’s objective is simple: get a rise out of what we would call our opposition. The troll ultimately seeks to expose those who are so rabidly caught up in affirming their own confirmation bias that they’ll latch on to anything.

Last week, Trump mentioned a third term and openly asked with tongue planted firmly in cheek, What do you think?

Then to springboard off of that, the official White House Instagram account later posted a satire of a Time magazine cover had a smug crowned president wrapped in purple robes, overlooking the New York skyline with the caption “Long live the king.” It had one objective: get a rise out of the media who has become so predictable their overreaction would result in laughter. His opponents took the bait with either “See! See! I told you! He wants to be a dictator.” or “I don’t find that funny at all.”

Whether you like it or not is open to debate. But currently that’s just the way that it is.

Either way, he got the response he was looking for. The objective is to once again expose the hysterical insanity of his opponents.

I am pretty certain the Third Term Project making the rounds at CPAC last week was a troll.

Using the word “Project” in its name seems intentional, alluding perhaps to the mysterious and conspiratorial “Project 2025” that the left tries to tie to the right, even though many on the right have never heard of it before other than on MSNBC.

If the Third Term Project was a troll, it fell flat. It got virtually no traction in CPAC that I am aware of (only Nottthebee commented on it).

If it was a legitimate movement, attendees of CPAC were smart enough to throw cold water on it.

If it was a troll, it fell flat because, contrary to the troll’s hopes, few if any bought it.

Welcome to the “Age of the Troll.”

We can complain or criticize it, but the trend is here for the time being.

We must use caution. We need to be smart enough to think everything through and raise flags if something doesn’t pass the smell test.

If we stupidly fall for a troll, we have no one to blame but ourselves.

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Everyone’s gonna die: crying wolf

Remember the Aesop story of the boy who cried “wolf!” The fable goes that a bored shepherd boy, anxious for a little action, cried “wolf!” to the villagers.

Concerned for their flocks, the villagers ran to the boy only to realize the shepherd boy’s game.

The boy got a kick out of this, and after a few weeks had passed, he cried out even louder, “Wolf! Wolf!” Once again the villagers came, and once again they realized they had been duped.

Then one night, a wolf actually appeared. The boy cried “wolf,” only the villagers didn’t come. They wouldn’t be duped again. Only this time, their sheep fell prey to the beast.

Anyone with half a brain could find the moral to this story. If you cry wolf too many times, and the wolf doesn’t show, people tend to not bother—even when real danger approaches.

The American political debate has included far too many instances of crying wolf.

Only it looks a little different.

“Nancy Pelosi warns ‘hundreds of thousands of people will die’ if GOP health bill passes,” CBS headline, June 26, 2017

Federal agencies are “banned from making policy recommendations that are inconvenient for Trump…And many Americans will die as a result,” from Paul Krugman essay entitled, “Donald Trump wants you to die,” January 24, 2025

“’People Will Die’ from Trump’s Trans Prisoner Crackdown, Experts Warn,” headline from The Appeal, January 22, 2025 (That one has to be true. After all, it comes from “the experts.”

Trump’s spending freeze will result in “chaos that will kill,” and “a death sentence for millions.” Indivisible website

“Let us be clear and this is not trying to be overly dramatic: Thousands of people will die if the Republican health care bill becomes law,” Senator Bernie Sanders, June 2017 tweet.

“Overturning Roe and outlawing abortions will never make them go away…It only makes them more dangerous, especially for the poor [and] marginalized. People will die because of this decision,” Representative Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Business Insider, June 24, 2022.

“’Women are going to die’: Hillary Clinton on Supreme Court’s overturning Roe v. Wade ruling on abortion rights,” headline, CBS News, June 28, 2022

“It’s estimated that 200 million people will die by the time I finish this talk,” Joe Biden, Sept 20, 2020

Republican Representative Michelle Buchanan once argued that Obamacare “literally kills women, kills children, kills senior citizens.”

“Biden warns of winter of ‘severe illness and death’ for unvaccinated due to Omicron,” CNN Headline, December 16, 2021

“Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez Warns, ‘World Is Going to End in 12 Years,’ Reiterating Claims of Recent U.N. Climate Change Report,” headline, Newsweek, January 22, 2019.

Republican Senator Tom Coburn, on the passage of the Affordable Care Act, “you’re going to die soon.”

“’Millions will die,’ Catholic humanitarian organizations warn, if halt in US aid continues,” RNS headline, Feb 13, 2025

If the left feels the rest of the world isn’t listening to their “People will die” arguments, it’s because we’re not.

In past posts, I argued that throwing around the word “Nazi” to describe someone with whom you don’t agree is actually dangerous because it desensitizes us to the term. God forbid if Nazism resurfaces as a legitimate political movement, the public will be blunted to it: “Nazi? Is that the group of people who refused to get the COVID vaccine? Meh.”

Such is the problem with crying wolf. Speaking of COVID, do you remember the panic it instilled in the general public? Policies were mandated by unelected officials that changed at will. Experts were predicting the apocalypse. Social media was shutting down posts from real virologists going against the narrative, who were even threatened with having their medical licenses being taken away. Governments were assigning fines (most of which were overturned). People lost their careers for refusing the shot. Schools were shut down (five years later, we’re still feeling the effects of that in education). People were treated as second class citizens. The concept of the “Karen” was born. For crying out loud, there was a run on toilet paper.

All because of a largely recoverable, raspatory disease.

I remembered then thinking, “What happens when a REAL pandemic hits—one that doesn’t have a 97% recovery rate among the majority of the population, one that has, say, only a 30% recovery rate? Like, say, a new strain of Ebola or even the plague.”

Nobody will listen. They bought in to the narrative once before; they’re going to be skeptical when it happens again. They won’t respond until it is too late.

This is the caution against “crying wolf.” When a real emergency arises in the world, the public will simply brush it off until it becomes too late.

Use that line sparingly and with wisdom.

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Reaching rock-bottom rhetoric

“We are at war”; “We will fight them in the streets”; [Elon Musk] is a musky moo-moo”; “Elon Musk is a d—“; “We must f— Trump and Musk.”

Those are some examples coming from the left recently, and what makes this especially bizarre is that all these comments came from Democratic Representatives from the United States Congress.

That’s been the extent of their rhetoric in the first weeks of Donald Trump.

For the those on the right, this is good news. That means if this rhetoric is the best they got, then the Democratic Party has much further to fall.

The definition of “rhetoric,” according to the Cambridge Dictionary, is “speech or writing intended to be effective and influence people.”

In other words, it is the art of persuasion.

I teach speech, debate, and even direct the school plays. These classes are exercises in rhetoric, persuading another toward an objective.

It is not simply reciting a speech or delivering scripted lines. It is about convincing an audience, persuading said audience that your point is valid, or your role is real. It is more than just making a claim—” I believe X is true”—but also being able to defend your premise.

I remind my students not to just state an opinion, but to be ready for the “why?”

Rhetoric is an exercise is persuading another that your point is valid. You might not succeed in actually swaying the opposition (we are too entrenched in our opinions and sacred cows), but you can say it wasn’t about you not successfully delivering your point.

Let me be the first to say that I in no way consider myself a master rhetorician. Not at all.

However, at minimum, one should at least be aware of one’s own rhetoric. It is not a weakness to ask others or even myself if my point made sense.

Americans are notoriously horrible at rhetoric. Once again, I lie the reason for this at our overuse of social media.

It is tempting to simplify our rhetoric to nothing more than what I can a “mic drop,” a moment in which one makes their point with a blunt witticism that they think will leave their opponent in stunned silence as they swagger away.

My all-time favorite Mic-drop came during the 1984 presidential debate when Reagan, responding to claims made by his opponent Walter Mondale and the media that Reagan was too old, masterfully proclaimed, “I will not make age an issue of this campaign. I am not going to exploit, for political purposes, my opponent’s youth and inexperience.”

Mondale’s Campaign Manager decades later said that it was at that moment he knew Mondale lost the election.

Mic-drop moments, however, rarely happen.

Some attempts are downright idiotic. During the election campaign, an individual in a Harris rally yelled: “Jesus is Lord.” Without missing a beat, Kamala replied, “I’m sorry. You’re at the wrong rally.”

Um.

In a single attempt at a mic-drop, Harris declared her candidacy to be welcoming only to atheists.

Arguably the most significant example of rhetoric is The Federalist Papers, a series 85 “letters to editor” if you will to be published in a New York newspaper. Published under the pseudonym “Publius,” their authors—John Jay, who would become the first Supreme Court Justice; Alexander Hamilton, who would become the first Secretary of Treasury; and James Madison, the primary author of the Constitution who would become the fourth president—argued in favor of the ratification of the Constitution.

They chose to publish these letters not in a states that supported ratification in a state that was heavily against.

This is risky strategy was the only way to go. The Federalists’ objective was to persuade not rally.

America needs to return to the art of persuasion.

I’ve thought about this over the last several days as I am provided on a daily basis examples of poor, asinine rhetoric.

Each day that Elon Musk and the Doge team finds yet another tens of billions of dollars in government, the shrill gets even higher in the Democrat Party.

The left was caught flat-footed. They frankly weren’t prepared. So, they resorted to their default rhetoric that has been proven in the last election to be ineffective.

One tactic used is to throw manure against the wall to sees what sticks. IL Rep Jan Schakowsky stated in a legitimate House committee meeting that she believes the reason fewer women work in manufacturing is because “the name sounds just like a guy.”

Try to de-legitimatize the election. TX Rep. Jasmine Crockett said Trump “allegedly got elected.”

They attempted to articulate the fact that Elon Musk wasn’t elected. Ok, legitimate argument one might say, except for the fact they had no problem using unelected Anthony Fauci to ruin our lives. Don’t get me started about the FBI, EPA, CIA, DOJ, Department of Education, and yes USAID—which every day seems to have corruption and waste outweighing any good they have done. None of those are elected but operated at the will of the executive—just like Doge (the fact that they are using the courts to slow the process affirms my suspicion bureaucrats with personal agendas are running the asylum.

They say Trump (and Doge) are not transparent. Trump has stood before and took questions from the press more in the last three weeks than Biden had in the previous four years. He has told the press exactly what he was doing and planned to do. Then to make his case, DOGE and the White House produced receipts. Yet still they’re not transparent. The press really seems to have forgotten the previous four years as well as Kamala’s campaign strategy of speaking obvious mistruths if not avoiding the press altogether.

From there, the talking point of the day was “F— Donald Trump. F—Elon Musk.” These were representatives in the United States Congress talking like 8th graders. Do they really think that’s effective?

Then it was a “constitutional crisis.” Even Democrat Senator John Fetterman thought that was nuts: “There isn’t a constitutional crisis, and all of these things ― it’s just a lot of noise. That’s why I’m only gonna swing on the strikes.”

Today’s talking point is to call Musk “president.” You can tell it’s an official talking point because it is parrotted as many times as possible from every media source. Say it enough times and maybe it’ll stick.

Or at least until the release the next one.

Another rhetorical tactic used is the ad hominem attack. This is a Latin term meaning “Attack on the Man.” In other words, it’s a personal insult. All during the 2024 elections, ad hominem attacks were used widely by the left. Anyone who didn’t agree with them was a nazi, racist, misogynist, homophobe, xenophobe, MAGA, Ultra-MAGA, stupid, garbage. etc. People who are conservative are dumb, uneducated redneck Neanderthals who cannot distiguish our facts (which come from “propaganda”) from their facts (which come the media) which are apparently far superior.

Also apparently, this heirarchy of facts never changes.

The ad hominem attack dissipated shortly after the election, but since the inauguration, it seems to have seen the greatest uptick lately, crossing the line toward goofy. Trump (now Elon) have always been called a Nazi, Hitler, a dictator, etc.; however, MA Rep Ayanna Pressley upped the ante recently by calling Musk “a nazi nepo baby.” (Earlier, Pressley stated that she is willing to come along side someone who is serious about “doing the work of censoring the American people and advancing progress.” Did she misspeak or was this just a Freudian slip?)

Not be outdone, MO Rep. Emanuel Cleaver called Musk “A musky moo-moo.”

NY Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez—a former bartender—called Musk—founder of SpaceX and Tesla—the most “unintelligent billionaire” she ever met.

Robert Garcia of California called Musk “a d—” during a congressional oversight hearing and then defended himself on CNN: “He is a d—.”

Then there are the outright threats. Imagine if Trump said any of these things:

We will “fight them in the streets,” Rep. Hakeem Jefferies stated.

“We are at war,” Rep. LaMonica McIver

“No one likes violence, but sometime violence is necessary,” Tennessee Pastor Steve Caudle preached.

Sounds like insurrection (by the previous administration’s definition. Perhaps Trump’s DOJ should arrest them and slow walk their court dates while they sit in jail for years.

If you want to persuade someone over to your point of view. Name-calling, belittling and threatening might generate chuckles within one’s own echo chamber but it is not going to be effective. No one is persuaded to rethink their position after being belittled.

It didn’t work in the last election. It’s not working now.

Fetterman agrees, “I think [Democrats’] primary currency was shaming and scolding and talking down to people. Just because someone may have voted for President Trump does not mean they are fascist or support insurrections.”

The left need to work on their rhetoric.

The more they reuse the same old drivel, the less relevant they become.

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