We have a noise problem in modern Christianity. If you walk through a high-traffic tourist area or scroll through a religious social media feed, you will hear a specific kind of earnestness. It is the voice of the “watchman,” warning the individual “sinner” that their lifestyle, their identity, or their personal choices are a direct ticket to perdition.
It is loud, it is confident, and it is—spiritually speaking—remarkably cheap.
There is a profound irony in the “street preacher” at Disneyland who screams about the “destruction of the family” while remaining stone-silent about the state-sponsored destruction of families at our borders. We have developed a theology that is hyper-vigilant regarding personal “piety” but functionally illiterate regarding systemic wickedness.