People have on more than one occasion called me an ass. Now I steadfastly refuse to accept that I am an ass—I am a man, not an ass. But if I were, I might say something like this:
President Trump in my Home State: Special
I’m from Alabama. And white. And a man. And a Christian. You know, we white southern Christian men are not the most highly esteemed these days. I can walk in a room of mid-westerners and merely open my mouth, let my southern drawl waft across the room, and bam—just like that—my IQ goes down a full fifteen points. Let a mid-westerner merely hear me say hello, and sometimes they start giggling. “Poor thing,” it seems they’re thinking. “How cute. But what a dolt. ” They’ll put their hand over their mouth, trying to decide between one of two replies…
The UnChristian Quest for a Christian America
I am rather convinced that to conflate love of country with the myth of a Christian nation is bad news. To claim that the United States once was a “Christian nation,” or to seek to recover some supposedly lost “Christian nation” status, is bad news because it is historically false; misunderstands basic Christian theology and practice; and contends for a strategy that is sure to back-fire into resentment and hostility.
A Biblical Argument (Sort of) in Opposition to the Bible as Tennessee’s State Book
Here in the Buckle of the Bible Belt our Tennessee Legislature seems destined to drive us nigh unto insanity. I would like to say I think this bill, to make the Bible the official book of the State of Tennessee, in my carefully considered and nuanced vocabulary, is altogether stupid. And I think it is stupid for the following articulate and Biblical reasons:
