Hide yo’ kids

Not the Bee broke the news that the San Francisco Gay Mens’ Choir had released what it called a “satirical” song titled “A Message from the Gay Community.” The lyrics say: “We’re coming for your children, it happens bit by bit, we’ll convert your children and you won’t even notice it.” The video was ratio’d and also pulled from a number of sites, as commenters piled on and commentators responded (Andy Ngo and Ben Shapiro).

But we know this is not a new idea for every ideology that goes against reality must continually distract using propaganda. Breaking down the family and indoctrinating children is a standard M.O. for any regime. The Sexual Revolution may be a slow one, but the infiltration of LGBT content into children’s TV programs has been deliberate and slyRealClearInvestigations also noted the way anti-racist messaging is being pushed on kids by corporations and media. 

So, Mad Christians, know what your little ones are being exposed to and do your duty in teaching them the truth of God’s Word. Praise God, he will strengthen you for this important task!

Neo-marxist “critical race theory”

Who has time to explain that?

It means that if you live in Illinois and are not a member of a “protected class,” then expect to endure sanctioned public shaming as part of public schooling.

It’s, like, legit. They voted for it and everything. “Culturally Responsive Teaching and Leading Standards” will mandate teacher-led activism to “embrace” and “encourage” progressive viewpoints.

“Yes, you should become a member of a protected class if you can,” was my honest pastoral counsel out loud today.

I did not plan to have to say that.

To be wise is to be aware of otherwise unseen realities. The result of God-given wisdom is prayer.

There is not enough time for prayer.

But if we don’t use the church calendar to actually keep track of time, what good is it? It’s like a mod on someone else’s game.

Lent is a magical myth from another planet, a Disney-borified story after-remembered in between 8am and next Tuesday. In the dark winter, well after Christmas has past, Wednesday service is a lamppost indeed, a step through the wardrobe of these dystopic times. This year, more than ever, I feel its pull, like a portal, to another time, to a world before clockworks and steeple bells, to an ancient place where knights and castles were still a future dream but where Christians of the Roman Imperium marked their madness with the same first “Monday in Lent.”

Where there is no news, there are no troubles.
But the news is a tasty trifle;
over the lips it swiftly goes!

-Proverbs 26:20b, 22

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
Rev. Fisk