The End of White American Christianity
I’m moving on, and taking Jesus with me.
On January 6, I sat in my car outside a laundromat and pulled up Twitter to see how the certification of the election was going. Not good.
I’m sure I don’t have to describe the sick ache in the pit of my stomach, that bizarre mix of “this is both utterly shocking and completely predictable” that has become a hallmark of the Trump…