It is all at once laughable, irritating, and enraging. It wasn’t a decade ago that someone could float crazy ideas and just basically have them laughed off. Not anymore. So, the laughable has become enraging. To even point this out used to be embarrassing for me to do… now it is necessary.
I speak of the My Pillow guy, Mike Lindell. It is too easy to laugh him off and say, “Well, he’s not us.” But January 6 made it clear… he IS us. And we need to deal with some harsh realities.
So, I make a post dedicated to crazy conspiracy theories because we MUST pay attention. Our lack of discernment in the Body of Christ is killing us.
This is from the column I want to highlight:
Now I’m not one to denigrate sincere Christian—or any other—faith cavalierly. But I have a hard time believing that the apocalypse hinges on a pillow-pusher’s skills as an election fraud investigator and documentary filmmaker. I also struggle to imagine that authentic prophecy comes with a legal warning written by OAN lawyers in a full bowel-stewing panic about the content of said documentary.
We are in the early stages of the dematerialization of our economy. We are a long way from living in some digitized astral plane. But if you looked back on this moment a century from now, you might see our present as prologue. How many people spend big chunks of their lives in the digitized landscapes of video games? How many careers involve simply moving or manipulating things on screens? How many kids are already bored by the technology that lets them swap their face with Luke Skywalker’s?
Read the whole column HERE.