Donald Trump and his supporters may be waging battles against the press, immigrants, voting rights, the environment, science, social welfare programs, Planned Parenthood and what they label political correctness and the deep state.
But to them these are mere skirmishes in a much larger conflict. The president has essentially declared an all-out war on the American 1960s.
Last month in Jerusalem, at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, I and a small band of fellow pilgrims were privileged to view a rare artifact that has been jealously guarded by the Armenian Orthodox Church since it was discovered in 1971.
The lives of saints are invariably paradoxical. Whenever Mother Theresa was asked how she kept the adulation that came with being an international celebrity from infecting her with the sin of pride, she would reply that Jesus had given her a great grace: the deepest conviction of her total nothingness. “If He could find a poorer woman through whom to do his work,” she said, “He would not choose me, but He would choose that woman.”
Those Evangelical Christians who haven’t yet signed over their souls to Donald Trump—and those who already have—should draw back for a moment and think long and hard about what C.S. Lewis said.
There’s nothing wrong with Christians voting their consciences at election time. The mischief arises when they fall into the trap of “Christianity And”—in other words, when they put politics first and Christianity second.
You hear a gay bar called a “soft target,” and you are forced to confront the inconceivability of hardening the soft targets where you live your life, like the mall you were planning to shop at this afternoon, or the café where you ate last night, which in hindsight could be the twin of the Tel Aviv café where terrorists killed four people a few days before.