I would usually sleep on the cot in my office at the church on a snow-laden day like today. But not this time. I slept in my own bed at home last night.
For one, I prefer to make sure everything remains in good working order throughout the night, namely, that the heat and power continue uninterrupted. I also prefer not to be the only one out on the unplowed roads at 4:00 in the morning. And that’s precisely what they were on the way in. As the years go by, it seems less thought is given to the churches—to the fact that God’s people are still gathering, still trying to make their way to worship. I get the sense that Sunday morning simply isn’t factored into anyone’s plans anymore, certainly not the folks deciding what gets plowed first.
Still, in all of Our Savior Evangelical Lutheran Church in Hartland, Michigan’s 70 years, we’ve never canceled a service. Not once. And it certainly isn’t going to happen on my watch. So, rest assured, the lights are bright. The heat is on. The Lord’s gifts of Word and Sacrament will be given, no matter how many gather to receive them.
The holy season of Advent begins today. That means Christmas is coming. And yet, last weekend at an event anticipating Christmas—a Christmas tree-lighting ceremony in downtown Chicago—shots rang out, resulting in one dead and eight seriously wounded. That same night, in Concord, North Carolina, another tree-lighting ended in gunfire. Four were shot. Three of the victims are still in critical condition.
Violence in Chicago is a pretty standard thing. It’s one of the most dangerous cities in America. Concord, North Carolina, not so much. In fact, it ranks among the safest cities in America. Safe or not-so-safe, what makes all of this stand out is the setting. Although Christmas trees no longer mean to most what they’re supposed to mean. The whole point of a Christmas tree is Jesus—or at least it used to be, way back when Christian communities looked to the evergreen as a reminder of life in Christ during winter’s deathly season. But now, it’s little more than a seasonal prop stripped entirely of its sacred center. Still, public tree-lighting ceremonies continue to be celebratory opportunities, and if anything, a warm assumption of community. That’s nice. But it obviously isn’t enough. Not when dreadfulness suddenly intrudes. And in the end, that may be the most sobering point of all. Whether you live in a city known for violence or one praised for its safety, dreadfulness always finds a way in. And then what? I only ask this question having read some of the words from victims’ families, which I’ll get to in a moment.
In the meantime, I’ll simply say that sin can and will fracture anything devoid of Christ. When Christ is removed, wherever He once was is instantly hollow. An empty object is a fragile object. It certainly has no power to restrain real darkness. But that’s because Christ is missing, and He’s the only One who can carry us through times of need. In this sense, last weekend’s violence during the Christmas tree-lighting ceremonies served as a kind of grotesque sermon, reminding all of us how Christological substance is desperately needed in our lives, and how humanity just cannot manufacture it, not even through seasonal civic ceremonies that look and feel nice but in truth are entirely devoid of real meaning. This brings me back to Advent.
For the churches that observe Advent—and I mean, actually observe it—we know the centuries-old pre-Christmas season is by no means hollow. We know its language and sense. It’s a penitential time, one that acknowledges sin’s dreadful grip. And yet, Advent stakes a firm claim in hope as it simultaneously looks backward to the Rescuer who came at Christmas, and also forward to that same Rescuer’s promised return at the end of days. As we Confessional Lutherans tend to say, it’s the kind of hope that knows the fullness of God’s promises in the “right now” but also the “not yet,” all at the same time.
This weird tension is essential to Advent. It names sin honestly. It knows the situation is dire and, therefore, refuses to minimize the brokenness responsible for the violence we saw last weekend. But it does this while anchored in what Christ has done, is doing now, and will continue to do. That’s Christian hope. Christian hope is not some hollow form of vague optimism. That’s what happens at civic tree-lighting ceremonies. Advent’s longing is a deliberate, time-spanning trust that the same Savior who entered history will keep His promises, one of which is to return to set everything right. That makes Advent far more than a season that’s waiting for Christmas, but one filled with holy confidence rooted in history, promise, and unquestionable fulfillment.
That’s a place where only Christians can live.
By the way, this is not a claim of moral superiority. It’s one of theological location. To live in the “right now but not yet” requires faith. Only those who have heard God’s promise in Christ and, by the power of the Holy Spirit, believe, can stand in the middle of that tension without being crushed by it. It is a narrow place. But in its narrowness, there’s a freedom the world cannot replicate. It tries. But it just can’t do it.
Remember, Christians started all this decorating stuff. We decorated evergreens, lit candles, and hung lights. We sang ancient hymns that communicated the Gospel’s backward and forward perspective. We still do it. The world has similar traditions this time of year. It decorates evergreens, puts up light displays, and sings its holiday songs. But between the two spheres is a strict separation. Buffeted only by the world’s empty décor, culture’s residents experience what happened in Chicago and North Carolina, and suddenly, their holiday is tainted with despair. I read an interview with one of the Chicago victim’s family members. The woman being interviewed said she may never celebrate Christmas again. Essentially, the memory is too terrible, and now the holiday is, too.
I get how that could be true, especially when your only framework is a sentimental, once-a-year version of joy tied to things that can be ripped away at any moment. When that’s the case, then any tragedy is enough to make every twinkling light or holiday tune feel forever poisoned.
But from the Christian perspective, with Advent’s Gospel in mind and heart, we light candles and hang lights, not to deny the darkness, and not even because the darkness might be scary. We know it is. But we also have no intention of granting the darkness final authority. We keep singing our joy-filled hymns, not necessarily to cope, as though we’re in some starry-eyed form of denial, but as an act of genuine defiance against sin, death, and the devil. We sing because the Gospel has the upper hand, not the darkness, and we know it. And so, we are perpetually hopeful.
I guess one thing I’m saying is that Christian rituals like these, no matter how the world might twist or imitate them, will forever be Christian property. We own them. And because we know better, they’ll always be acts of resistance rather than seasonal sentiment. The evergreen—a plant that keeps its green even when all life around it has come to a frozen halt—for Christians, it’s a visible confession that death does not have the final word. A candle is not mere ambiance for us. It’s a proclamation that Light has entered the world and cannot be overcome. The hymns are not background music, but instead longstanding confessions of the one true faith that has survived the worst this world could throw at it. In fact, the chief hymn appointed for the First Sunday in Advent is proof alone. “Savior of the Nations, Come” was written by Ambrose of Milan. He lived from 340 to 397. And still, here we are, age after age of dreadful violence and persecution, and we’re still singing this great hymn of incredible hope, one that tells the entire Gospel story in eight beautiful stanzas.
This is proof that we own Advent and Christmas.
And so, while the world scrambles to make sense of yet another demonstration of human awfulness, the Church stands where it has always stood at this time—right in the middle of human ruin, all the while holding tightly to God’s promises. We stand there unshaken, proclaiming that this world’s terrors cannot overcome us. The Light of the World has come and is coming again. We know that everything around us is temporary, yet the forthcoming King and His kingdom are eternal. That divine knowledge shapes the entirety of our reality. And that’s that.
Indeed, the world is experiencing a sentimental countdown to a holiday. But that’s not us. Christians continue taking to a sacred battlefield, knowing the ultimate victory has already been accomplished and that the final victory is at hand. And the churches that observe Advent—and I mean, actually observe it—their senses are being honed to this truth.
Once again, I refuse to let this country’s National Day of Thanksgiving pass by without saying something about it. Indeed, it is precious.
I know some among the clergy ranks see it as negligible. I certainly don’t. This is why Our Savior Evangelical Lutheran Church in Hartland, Michigan, is open for worship on Thanksgiving Day. Not Thanksgiving Eve, but on the very day. Sure, it’s inconvenient for some. There are turkeys to baste, pies to prepare, green bean casseroles to bake, football teams to cheer along, and parades to watch.
Well, whatever.
All those things are a combination of both required and elected responsibilities. And if I’m being honest, they’re really no different than the everyday activities that distract far too many on far too many Sundays throughout the rest of the year. In that sense, while Thanksgiving Day is meant to be different, it really isn’t. I say this assuming that, for you, as it is for me, life is already very loud. Things crowd the calendar. Responsibilities pile up. Family tensions simmer. No matter the scene, life’s wheels keep turning.
But then, suddenly, there it is on the horizon—a special day, one that our nation has set aside—and its whole point is to stop, take a break, and give thanks.
As a pastor, I have to ask on this day, “Why wouldn’t Christians be first moved to give thanks where thanks is actually due?”
I suppose one answer to my question might be, “Well, because even Christians wrestle with their sinful nature.” As I already hinted, gratitude isn’t natural to humanity in general. We’re creatures quick to notice what’s missing but incredibly slow to acknowledge what’s been given. Complaining is easy for us. It actually takes effort to give thanks.
And yet, God’s Word cuts through our excuses with the simple command to “give thanks in all circumstances” (1 Thessalonians 5:18). Not when it’s convenient. Not when everything aligns. But in all things.
I think the word we stumble over most is “all.” The word includes loss. It includes disappointment. It includes the empty chair at the table this year. It includes the prayers that still haven’t been answered the way we hoped. And somehow, in the middle of all these things, God still says to His people, “Give thanks.”
Why? Well, here’s where the world could learn a thing or two from the Christians who make Thanksgiving Day worship a priority.
For Christians, thanksgiving isn’t a denial of life’s very real challenges. For us, in a way, it’s defiance. It’s the otherworldly ability to look straight at the broken pieces of this mortal sphere and insist God is still good. By the power of the Holy Spirit for faith in Jesus, to be thankful, even when things aren’t so good, is to remember that every breath we take is already borrowed. Every blessing is already undeserved. Every single sunrise is a generous gift—a beaming reminder that God’s mercy is new each and every day, even for the stubborn and the weary and, yes, the thankless.
And so, Christians do well to embrace that one day the world actually got right, even if it doesn’t understand its truest significance.
Society has established a day for thanksgiving, a day that provides most, if not all, an opportunity to slip away from life’s busyness, no matter what that looks like or means to those who observe it. Christians have a unique perspective on this opportunity. We know first to gather and to acknowledge the One who holds everything together. That’s really the best byproduct of this day. It’s a moment carved out of the noise to remember that gratitude isn’t a feeling. It’s a confession of something true. The holiday itself is a sneaky opportunity, a countercultural decision to lift our eyes and say, “Thank You, Lord, not because life is perfect, but because Your love is. And in You, I’ll always have everything I need.”
So go ahead and enjoy the food, the family, the football, and whatever else the day brings. But allow me to encourage you to let those things assume their rightful place in line behind the far greater truth that anchors it all—which is that the Lord has given us Himself, and in Him we have more than enough reason not only to seize the day for all that it offers, but to maybe even learn from it to give thanks to the Lord every day.
With that, if you’re nearby and your church isn’t offering a service, feel free to join us here at Our Savior in Hartland. The Divine Service begins at 10:00 AM.
It’s somewhat troubling that Black Friday and Cyber Monday come before Giving Tuesday.
That said, in a consumer-driven society, I suppose the order makes perfect sense. We are trained first to ask, “What can I get?” Only afterward are we prompted to ask, “What can I give… and only from what I have leftover?” The calendar simply reflects the catechism of modern culture.
Gratification first. Generosity later, if we can afford it.
I’m not much for Black Friday or Cyber Monday. But that’s only because I’m not much of a consumer in general. I have everything I need with my Lord, and He more than takes care of me through my family, church family, and friends. And I never really paid much attention to Giving Tuesday because I already give all year long to the Godly efforts that I appreciate. Still, I wonder about the captivating allure of Black Friday and Cyber Monday. I mean, when it grabs hold each year, is anyone really able to pretend to be surprised by the emptiness that follows the binge?
I suppose from another perspective, there’s an even more profound irony when Black Friday’s demands are placed beside some of the excuses I hear for missing worship. “9:30 in the morning is just too early,” some will say. “Sunday mornings are hard with the kids.” These are the same voices that find no difficulty in rolling the whole family out of bed at 3:15 AM, piling into the car with thermos’s and sandwiches in hand, and standing outside Walmart at 4:00 in the morning for a discounted television or another of the store’s newest gadgets—all of which have expiration dates, whether or not they realize it.
In other words, the body that is almost always too exhausted for time with the One who sustains for eternity somehow finds new strength for everything else it wants to do, especially time at the altar of consumerism, a wobbly platform adorned with things guaranteed to pass away.
I get why the world would be this way. I just don’t understand why it would be this way among people who claim Christ. After this thought popped into my mind, I did a little digging. Giving in churches has declined by almost 20% in the last four years. At the same time, economists are forecasting that Americans will spend over $1 trillion on holiday purchases, food, decorations, and such. This is a 4% increase over last year. Strangely, when the reward is eternal, inconvenience is a burden. When the reward is temporally material, inconvenience becomes the mission.
That contrast should disturb us, because it reveals something uncomfortable about what we truly value. We do not lack time. We lack priorities. We do not lack energy. We lack direction. We do not lack devotion. We’ve simply elected to kneel at the wrong altar.
Returning to where I started, the order of things certainly betrays this. Just looking at the calendar, we learn Black Friday and Cyber Monday come first. Giving Tuesday comes last, maybe even as an afterthought. Or perhaps worst of all, it’s sandwiched in as a moral concession once our carts are full and our credit cards are strained. It almost feels like a kind of cultural penance—a small charitable gesture meant to balance out a few days in a row of extreme indulgence.
I guess part of what I’m saying is that giving was never meant to come after getting. What’s more, time with Christ in holy worship was never meant to be an optional convenience. With that, I suppose, the true disorder is not in the world’s calendar. It is in the hearts that steer away from what’s Godly to follow that calendar.
I suppose I have to write what you’re about to read, if only because I went on Bob Dutko’s radio show on Tuesday and mentioned I was thinking about it. Essentially, he asked me a question about American Christendom and culture, and I answered by mentioning the billboard that’s on southbound US-23 just before the exit for M-59. Jennifer managed to get a picture of it for me yesterday as we were driving to the church to drop something off. It’s sponsored by the Dave Thomas Foundation for Adoption. Dave Thomas, himself an adoptee, founded the fast-food chain Wendy’s. In short, the billboard displays two gay men with three foster children they adopted standing between them. The sign’s tagline reads “Love makes a family.”
Driving past this sign day after day, I’ve had plenty of time to think about it. Its message is crafted to appeal to compassion—and maybe even the normal human being’s seemingly instinctive desire to see children loved and cared for within the confines of a stable household. On the surface, who could possibly object to those things, right? And for the Christian passersby, isn’t that what we want? I mean, since Christians are principally pro-life, don’t we love children and champion adoption?
Yes. Yes. And yes.
However, as with most messages the culture tends to employ, the sign’s meaning often lies beneath the emotional sentiment. Unfortunately, because American Christendom has become more emotionally driven and less anchored to what God actually says in His Word, far too many Christians often absorb these syrupy messages without much discernment. Perhaps some get that it’s wrong, but they don’t know why. That’s because a generation of attractant model churches has trained entire Christian populations to evaluate truth by how something feels rather than by what God actually says about it. The result is that warm slogans like “Love makes a family” sound close enough to Christianity that they pass through a Christian’s defenses unquestioned.
I know it bothers some, but I’m one who believes too many churches today speak of faith almost exclusively in therapeutic terms, rather than the stricter terms given in the Bible. I mentioned that to Bob during the interview. I told him it sure seems like so much of modern American Christianity has quietly traded biblical categories for pop-psychological ones. Instead of talking about sin, we talk about “brokenness.” Instead of repentance, we emphasize “personal growth.” Instead of faithfulness, we encourage people to “live authentically.” I told him that far too many sermons are less about preaching the Law and Gospel inherent to God’s Word and more reframed as a therapeutic journey toward emotional wholeness.
Am I being too toxically masculine when I say that stuff makes me want to puke? Maybe.
Either way, it’s hard to argue that the vernacular shift hasn’t resulted in the authority of Scripture getting replaced by the authority of feelings. The buildings demonstrate it. The worship demonstrates it. The music demonstrates it. The question is no longer “What has God said?” but “How does this make me feel?” And once that becomes the measure of truth, a warm, winsome slogan like ‘Love makes a family’ doesn’t just sound harmless—it sounds biblical. It seems compassionate, affirming, and aligned with the therapeutic version of Christianity that many have absorbed without even realizing it. As a result, the leap from point A to point B isn’t that hard. It becomes easy for our all-affirming feelings to baptize whatever arrangement adults choose to bless.
Unfortunately, my answer to Bob is that we are where we are because this is precisely how many believers have been trained to think. American Christendom’s foolish chickens are coming home to roost.
I wrote some time ago about how, unless more people start stepping up to invalidate lies, this kind of thinking will never fade. Concerning the Church, as well as the billboard, what you’re reading is not only an attempt to analyze the situation, but also an attempt to set the record straight.
Thinking about the billboard, Christians affirm wholeheartedly that love is at the heart of family. For example, Saint Paul urges husbands and wives to love one another (Ephesians 5:25) and for parents to love their children (Titus 2:4). But one thing the Bible doesn’t do is to define familial love as some sort of free-floating feeling that justifies any arrangement we place under its banner. In the Bible, love is ordered, not autonomous. It flows from God into the structures God Himself designed. It is entirely shaped by His will, not by our preferences—and certainly not by the spirit of the age (2 Corinthians 4:4; Ephesians 2:2).
The billboard insists that love—defined sentimentally and subjectively—can validate any configuration of adults and children. But do the marketers who thought the sign was a good idea understand just how dangerous that message is? Christian or not, everything requires boundaries. Once boundaries are dismissed, then confusion reigns. In this instance, when God’s created order is dismissed, society has no consistent way to say “no” to anything that comes dressed in the language of love. Even now, sickos from every fringe subculture are demanding legitimacy. They’re all trying to rebrand themselves under the banner of love, arguing that their desires should be considered just another form of love’s genuine expression. Pedophiles, furries, you name it. And their arguments all begin and end with the premise that so long as something feels authentic or loving, it must be accepted without question.
From the beginning, God’s Word roots the concept of family not in emotional attachment, but in the created order. “Male and female He created them. … Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh” (Genesis 1:27; 2:24). Indeed, marriage is the union of one man and one woman—a complementary, covenantal bond meant to be lifelong. From within that union, children are conceived and raised. Children aren’t always a possibility. Nevertheless, that was the plan. This structure is not arbitrary. It is God’s good design for human flourishing.
Of course, I get called a bigot all the time for speaking this way. And yet, even as the slurs are hurled, I know my Christian conviction is not born from prejudice. I’m bound to God. My conscience stands in fidelity to the Creator. I know, just as God knows, that a same-sex pairing, no matter how sincere the affection, falls outside that design. And when children are placed within such an arrangement, the structure of parenthood that God ordained is altered in a fundamental way.
As I noted rhetorically before, Christians support adoption. In fact, we are its greatest champions. That’s because we understand it better than anyone else. God’s Word uses the metaphor of adoption to describe our salvation. We are adopted as sons and daughters of God through Christ (Romans 8:15). How could we not want the same for parentless children in a purely human sense? But again, adoption, rightly understood, does not redefine the nature of family. Instead, it returns for many what sin snatched away. Adoption restores the family structure of father, mother, and children.
The billboard implies that children simply need “love,” no matter the adult configuration providing it. But this just isn’t true. Year after year, and study after study, research continues to affirm God’s design. No, mothers and fathers are not interchangeable. Children consistently do far better in virtually every measurable category—academic success, emotional stability, and behavior. You name the category. When children are raised by their married biological mother and father, they’re more likely to succeed in almost every facet of human life. But when a father or mother is absent, children often lose the distinct strengths that a missing parent normally provides. Fatherless homes, for example, are consistently associated with higher rates of behavioral problems, weakened impulse control, and greater struggles with confidence and identity. That’s because fathers typically play an important stabilizing role in these areas of development.
In the same way, children raised without a mother struggle with emotional regulation and speech development. Make whatever jokes you want about talkative wives. The fact remains that communication is a well-documented maternal strength. Children learn the skill best from their mom.
The reality in all of this is that two men cannot replace the unique contributions of a mother, and two women cannot replace the unique contributions of a father. No amount of affection can fully substitute for the God-designed complementarity that children naturally receive when both a mother and a father are present in the home.
I know plenty of discerning Christians will see the billboard and feel pulled in two different directions. They’ll sense compassion for vulnerable children, while at the same time experiencing concern for the redefinition of family. And that’s precisely what this billboard intends to do. Its purpose is to manipulate. It’s merely a softened version of the manipulative (and quite terrifying) question Chloe Cole told me doctors asked her parents during her transition, which was, “Would you rather have a living son or a dead daughter?” Culture insists that affirming the insanity is the only compassionate stance.
But God’s Word tells a different story. Real love points to harmful structures. Real love doesn’t nudge toward sentiment and away from truth, but instead builds on that truth, both in the immediate moments and for the long-term ones. Real love can affirm the dignity of every person, without accepting structures that fall beyond the borders of God’s perfect design.
Yes, taken at face value, the billboard urges people to support adoption. That’s a worthy goal. But the deeper message is unmistakable—that the traditional understanding of family is outdated, that father/mother-parenting is unnecessary, that family is simply any configuration that feels love, and that disagreeing with this redefinition is equivalent to a lack of compassion, maybe even bigotry.
Well, whatever. The culture does not have the authority to redefine what God created. Slogans, no matter how warm, cannot reshape biblical truth. However, in a societal sense, unless people push back and invalidate the lie, the billboard’s agenda will continue to make headway toward becoming the standard. It won’t actually be the standard. It’ll be a counterfeit. And yet, it will be accepted as the real thing.
I say, speak up. Write or call the Dave Thomas Foundation. Let them know your concern. Even better, let’s get someone with some cash to help us replace the billboard with a better message—something like “Love doesn’t make a family—God does.” Imagine the impact of a statement like that standing in the very place where confusion previously claimed authority.
While this past week was a little jagged, it really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for a guy like me. Each week brings its own challenges. Each is filled with opportunities for people to take hold of something and run it into the weeds. That said, I still feel more like talking about something harmless.
And I know just what to share. I was telling Jennifer the story yesterday while we were out and around town together.
Just the day before, while walking to the center of the chancel to begin Matins with our day-school children, I noticed a ladybug on the floor. It stood out. It was a small red dot in a sea of taupe tile heading away from me when I approached. At first, I paid it no mind, except to avoid stepping on it. There were plenty of other things happening in the space before the service began. Pages turning and pews creaking. Not to mention it was Grandparents Day for our school, so the noise was a little more than usual. A ladybug hardly registered.
We began the Office of Matins. The people sang. The liturgy rose and fell in its usual way. A few minutes in, when it came time to sit for the Hymn of the Day, I looked down again. There it was, only now it had traveled nearly twenty feet, journeying straight toward where I was sitting behind the pulpit.
Throughout the hymn, I watched it advance across the tile—slowly, down and then up again through grout lines, seemingly unbothered. Almost determined. Eventually, it reached my shoe. I tried to keep singing. But at the same time, I watched this little thing pause, as if considering its options. And then, suddenly, it climbed aboard. It climbed up onto my shoe and kept heading north. I reached down to tuck my pant leg against my leg so it wouldn’t end up crawling somewhere it shouldn’t. I even shook the pant leg a little to get it to drop back to the floor. But apparently, its presence wasn’t up for negotiation. And so, up the outside of my pant leg it went.
A little more than halfway up my shin, it did something unexpected. It turned in a tiny circle, as though settling itself, and then stopped. That was it. No more wandering. No more exploring. It just stopped. Seemingly content, it stayed put throughout the rest of Matins. In fact, it stayed with me back to my office. It stayed for over an hour as I answered a few emails, made a few phone calls, and then headed out for the rest of the day’s business. Eventually, before leaving the building, I nudged it gently onto the fake palm tree in the corner of my office, figuring its tenacity should be rewarded. Indeed, it had earned a safe place to relax nearby.
That was the end of our little fellowship. I checked the palm tree this morning, but couldn’t find the little guy. Nevertheless, the brief interaction’s memory remains.
I suppose what really stayed with me was its simple insistence on getting to me. As I said, it was headed away from me at first. But then it’s as if it turned to follow. No hesitation. No sign of fear. No instinct to keep at a safe distance. It just crawled across the nave floor until it reached me. And there it stayed.
You know me. You know I’m already looking at this insignificant moment through the lens of the Gospel. Peering through the promises of God, that tiny act of creaturely persistence starts to take on a clearer shape. It’s not that the ladybug somehow found me interesting. It was that, in a space full of motion and sound, it kept a straight course. It didn’t dart sideways. It didn’t steer away when shoes scuffed past it. It simply took aim at one fixed point and then stayed the course.
That steadiness is what matters to me right now, especially in light of the conversations I’ve had this past week about so many different things, some of which led to some unfortunate hand-wringing. It was all very loud sometimes. But that’s more likely to happen in a world where folks react to the noise first and then reconsider the substance later. And then along the way, others get swept into the churn, too. People interpret “likes” as devoted association to one side or the other, rather than the actual content of the messages shared. Social media is toxic in that sense.
But beneath all the commentary, the same question keeps surfacing—at least for the Christians. It’s simply this: Where do Christians anchor themselves when the world becomes chaotic and full of crosscurrents?
That’s where the ladybug wanders back into view. It’s not a theological illustration. Again, through the Gospel’s lens, it’s seen as more of an unexpected reminder of something simple.
The road is uneven before us. We are surrounded by noise, too. Arguments. Opinions. Warnings. Accusations. Some of it is legitimate. Some of it is dreadfully misguided. All of it can be harmful, that is, if it’s allowed to distract.
And heaven knows that none among us are immune to drifting into darker places insulated by sin’s shady perspectives—opinions we think are godly but really aren’t. We end up there because it’s so easy to get pulled sideways by personalities, controversies, or as I said before, the pressure to simply react—to justify one’s position and oneself for the sake of saving face or protecting our own, not necessarily to learn, or to shore up one’s rightness or turn away from error.
In other words, we can get caught up in these things, all the while drifting from Christ and, maybe, never even noticing we’ve drifted until we’ve hit the self-destruct button on a friendship.
But the place we’re meant to be all along—close to Jesus—is not unclear. He has already planted Himself within reach. His Word, His sacramental gifts, His promises, His crucified and risen presence for sinners. Ultimately, the task is not to maneuver around every controversy perfectly, or even successfully. The task is to stay oriented toward Him. To know, even as He’s already with us in the truest sense, still, there is that Christian desire to move closer to Him in the noise, to cling to Him in the confusion. And when we have Him, just stay. Don’t let go. Hold onto Him and go with him where He goes. Eventually, He’s going to nudge you into a place of eternal rest from the busyness. But until then, stay put and hold on.
I suppose that’s the point I eventually came back to, and it’s one far more fitting for us, God’s people, than for the tiny creature that accidentally taught it.
Stay near Jesus. Keep toward Him, even when the world is noisy and uncertain, whether the ground is level or suddenly pitching low and then high—those moments of distraction that seem to come out of nowhere during life’s regular moments. Draw close to the One who has already drawn close to you. Don’t wander. Don’t negotiate terms. Don’t look for somewhere “better.” Hold onto Him. And then, just stay. Nestle in and stay. Because the safest place for any creature in God’s world is with Jesus.
A ladybug on a tile floor reminded me of that. And maybe, no matter what your week was like, it can be a reminder for you, too.
After my previous article on the Carlson–Fuentes interview, only two concerns emerged, neither of which actually addressed the article’s premise. Still, I’d like to take a quick moment with them.
The first was theological—a defense of dispensationalism from a very small group. And by small, I mean that. That said, I’ll speak to this relatively quickly because, from my perspective, it is the lesser of the two. Quite simply, dispensationalism is a false doctrine. The Church has never confessed it, and history has not vindicated it. I laid out the evidence quite thoroughly in the original article and see no need to repeat myself. Some errors don’t deserve endless rehearsing.
The second concern (which, resulted in certain behaviors) is the louder one: platforming. It would seem that the process and content of the Carlson-Fuentes interview—and the watching and analyzing of that interview—is equal to amplifying evil. That claim came mostly from the finger-waggers—the “Shame on you!” crowd—who seemed more scandalized by the act of engagement than by ignorance itself. Interestingly, these are some of the same people I’ve seen criticizing modern journalism, saying it no longer serves its original design. But then, when someone actually does what journalism was meant to do—examine, question, expose—they recoil. It’s as though they prefer caricatures to clarity. Maybe even slogans to substance. The moment a journalist dares to enter the cave and shine a light on what’s inside, the guardians of propriety cry foul. They don’t want darkness examined. They want it ignored. “Don’t let it speak,” they say. “Leave it alone, and it will go away.” But ignorance doesn’t defeat evil. It unwittingly protects it. Besides, history has already disproved that strategy. When the world dismissed the early reports of a rising agitator in 1930s Germany as mere fringe ranting unworthy of serious attention, the result was not silence. It was slaughter. The monster eventually came out of the cave, and only those who’d investigated it while it was still in the cave knew what to do.
Something to keep in mind… Ultimately, journalism, theology, and moral reasoning all require engagement. Therefore, to analyze something is not to endorse it. A surgeon can study disease without becoming infected. A pastor can study heresy without believing it. And a podcast journalist can interview a reprobate without becoming one. We don’t preserve truth by closing our eyes. We preserve it by seeing clearly and speaking honestly.
From a “closer-to-home” LCMS perspective, there was the concern that seminarians are being drawn to Fuentes’ ideas. If that’s true, that’s tragic. But it’s also not an argument for ignoring those ideas. It’s an argument for confronting them, for doing it well, and for having a grasp on all its edges. It seems foolish to me to think that young men fascinated by extremism would be rescued from the danger by silence. They’re rescued by reasoned exposure, by the light of truth naming darkness for what it is. It’s a pastor’s responsibility to do this in his congregation. I’m doing that. It’s the LCMS college and seminary professors’ responsibility to do this in the pre-seminary and seminary programs. It seems the more important question for some is not, “Why is Tucker interviewing Fuentes?” but “Are the college and seminary professors doing their jobs?”
And perhaps this is a good place to remind readers of something I asked for at the very start of the original article. I asked for leniency in the communication process. Specifically, I asked the reader to be mindful of “communication missteps common to basic human interaction. Indeed, this topic demands more than care. It requires a listening ear already calibrated toward leniency—with a willingness to admit that not everything is communicated in the best or clearest way that meets everyone.”
I thought the point was a good one. Before I went into the analysis, I admitted that not every sentence can carry its full meaning to every set of ears. Some will hear tone where it was intentionally dry, or offense where there was only observation. Words are imperfect tools, and even careful ones can miss their mark. But the point was that when friends listen to and learn from one another, grace can (and does) fill the gaps that grammar cannot. If someone stumbled over phrasing, I hoped that the friendship would assure leniency. For some, it did. For others, it became the perfect opportunity to attack with a wagging finger.
All of this said, I have one more observation before I need to get going on my day.
I’ll start by saying, when I die, I suspect no one will remember anything I’ve ever said. But I hope they’ll at least remember something about me. They’ll at least be able to say I was never half-cocked in my observations—that I listened before speaking, that I analyzed thoroughly, was reasonable in my responses, did not reply from emotion, and I certainly never stalked the comment sections on Facebook to cry, “Shame on you!” If our age has lost anything, it’s that temperament—the quiet confidence that refuses to confuse emotional moral outrage with moral clarity.
Outrage is easy. Clarity takes work. Again, it’s why I started the original article the way I did. I began by saying, “Slow down. Don’t skim. Read it. We live in an age of headlines and half-quotes, of videos clipped at precisely the point where context and understanding begin. Read. Don’t let nuance be smothered by noise.” But skimming is precisely what many have done. Worst of all, some didn’t even do that. I’ve lost count of how many people I’ve asked, “Have you actually watched the interview?” or “Did you actually read my words?”—only to hear, almost proudly, “No, I didn’t watch it. I’m above that ilk.” Or “No, I didn’t read your words. You’re wrong for even trying.”
They didn’t read. They didn’t listen. They reacted. And they admitted this, still feeling as though they could pass judgment, to lecture others for doing what they themselves refused to do. That’s the irony of the age—outrage without observation, condemnation without comprehension. The same spirit that insists, “Don’t give evil a platform,” continues giving ignorance a pulpit. I would say that’s far more dangerous than a journalistic interview with someone holding terrible ideologies.
Anyway, that’s enough for one morning. I have two sermons to write, confirmation classes to prepare for, and a shut-in visit to make. I pray the Lord’s blessing upon your day. I hope you can pray for the same blessing upon mine.
This is likely to be a long one. Before anything else, I’d ask one thing of anyone reading it. Slow down. Don’t skim. Read it. We live in an age of headlines and half-quotes, of videos clipped at precisely the point where context and understanding begin. Read. Don’t let nuance be smothered by noise. Only in that space will you see what’s happening right now in the controversy surrounding Tucker Carlson. You may discover it isn’t as you’ve been told.
That said, I already know I’m going to upset some friends. But that group will mostly be made up of skimmers—the headline readers, the soundbite sharers, the ones who build entire opinions from fifteen-second clips or out-of-context quotes. And probably those who claim to know me but don’t really. The friends who take time to read thoroughly, to listen to interviews in their entirety, to think through the material—I suspect they’ll at least understand where I’m coming from, even if they don’t entirely agree. Those are also the folks who trust that I have no sinister intentions, and therefore, our friendship is sturdy enough to withstand alternate perspectives, and maybe even the communication missteps common to basic human interaction. Indeed, this topic demands more than care. It requires a listening ear already calibrated toward leniency—with a willingness to admit that not everything is communicated in the best or clearest way that meets everyone.
To start, when the news broke that Tucker Carlson had interviewed Nick Fuentes, it seemed that very few wasted any time in lumping Tucker and Fuentes together. To be fair, little of Fuentes’ most poisonous rhetoric actually appears in the interview itself. His ugliest statements—the ones that earn him regular condemnation—are found elsewhere in his own broadcasts and speeches. Carlson’s interview does not showcase those. There are hints along the way, such as a subtle nod of appreciation for Stalin, as well as specific terms used for Jews in Nazi Germany. Still, for as innocuous as the interview was overall, within hours of its release, my social media feed lit up with headlines branding Tucker as a “white nationalist sympathizer.” I’ve been reading, watching, and listening since then, and I think I understand why this happened. If I’m right, then the branding is unwarranted. Maybe even irrational.
I’ve watched countless clips, both before and after the interview. Tucker is no antisemite. In fact, I lost count during the interview (which I watched in its entirety twice) of how many times he expressed disdain for anyone who judges other human beings according to their DNA. But even beyond the interview, he endlessly condemns (and has for many years) racism and antisemitism. So, then, how did Tucker become the shamed stepchild among conservatives so quickly?
Strangely, it seems to have started with him simply doing what classical journalists are supposed to do. Interestingly, even during the interview, he admits he is at odds with Fuentes and his views. Still, he explained a willingness to explore how Fuentes arrived at those views, thereby giving the viewer a better understanding of Fuentes’ truest self. I’m glad I watched it. I learned a lot about how racists are made. Peripherally, by doing this, those of us who knew little to nothing about Fuentes were educated. This interview sent me searching. I now know more.
But there’s another perspective on this interview. It’s simply that Tucker gave Fuentes a platform, thereby amplifying his ungodly message. It’s a valid concern. But I also think it’s an inconsistent one. Tucker interviewed Putin, too, and the folks attacking him now had very little to say then. That’s revealing. It suggests that the outrage isn’t really about “platforming” at all. It’s about the target of Tucker’s criticism. Many on the right who oppose U.S. support for Ukraine were comfortable with the Putin interview because it fit their foreign-policy skepticism. But when Tucker’s critique ran straight through a cherished position, the same people suddenly discovered a moral objection to interviewing objectionable figures.
While he didn’t use the word, essentially, Tucker expressed theological dissent from dispensationalism and its inevitable political offspring, Christian Zionism. For clarity, Zionism in its plain sense refers to the movement for the reestablishment of a Jewish homeland in the land of ancient Israel. Christian Zionism, however, takes this political aspiration and attaches to it a theological mandate—asserting that the modern State of Israel represents a direct fulfillment of biblical prophecy and that Christians are therefore obligated to support it without reservation. It is this theological extension, not the Jewish people’s right to exist or defend themselves, that Tucker challenges.
Tucker referred to Christian Zionism as “heresy.” He said it very much in passing. Still, an honest listener could not glean from it (nor the context of its usage) that he is attacking the Jewish people themselves, nor the land of Israel. That’s because his critique was not ethnic or geographical. It may be for his opponents. But that’s most likely true because the people watching don’t know the difference between Zionism and Christian Zionism. They certainly don’t know its paternal doctrine, dispensationalism, or what it actually teaches. Tucker may not know the word, but apparently, he knows the difference. He extrapolated that difference repeatedly. I don’t know if he is a devout Episcopalian. But either way, he’s proven a mindful concern for a confused theology that has recast Christianity’s view of who exactly God’s people are.
To take from this interview what it actually gives requires more than clips from Lindsey Graham, Ted Cruz, Ben Shapiro, and so forth. It requires knowledge of what God’s Word has always confessed about Israel, the Church, and God’s promises in Christ.
The Bible, and the historic Church for that matter, have always confessed that the promises of God are fulfilled in Christ, not parceled out along ethnic or national lines. To divide God’s redemptive plan into separate peoples and parallel covenants is to rebuild walls that the cross has already torn down. From all I’ve read and seen, Tucker’s concern is not ethnic animus, but a theological defense of the Gospel’s unity against a relatively recent system that has confused it.
From its earliest days, Christ’s bride, the Church, has understood herself as the continuation and fulfillment of Israel—not its erasure. The Apostle Paul wrote, “For not all who are descended from Israel belong to Israel… It is not the children of the flesh who are the children of God, but the children of the promise” (Romans 9:6-8). That’s Tucker’s position. He’s said as much on countless occasions. He said as much during the interview.
But even beyond Saint Paul, the apostolic witness has never been subtle. The covenant promises to Abraham find their fulfillment in Christ and, therefore, in His Body, the Church, composed of Jew and Gentile alike. Peter preaches this in Acts 2:39 (“the promise is for you and for your children and for all who are far off”), extending Israel’s promise universally through baptism into Christ. The Early Church taught this, too. The Catechetical School of Alexandria (Origen and Cyril), Irenaeus of Lyons, Justin Martyr, Augustine, and later the Reformers all taught this same pattern. Luther taught it. It was taught by Zwingli, Calvin, Bullinger, the Westminster divines, and nearly every Reformed theologian from the 16th to 18th centuries. They all taught that the Church is the true Israel, not because she replaced the Jews, but because she is grafted into the one covenant vine that always pointed to Christ. Justin Martyr wrote in the Dialogue with Trypho: “For the true spiritual Israel… are we who have been led to God through this crucified Christ.” Saint Augustine wrote in City of God (Book 17) that the “promises made to Israel are fulfilled only in Christ; therefore, the Church is the Israel of God.”
Some call this “Replacement Theology.” I had a discussion with my friend Dinesh D’Souza about this the other day. I told him I’ve never liked that term. It has baggage that leads to misrepresentation. The better term is “Supersessionism.” The biblical picture is not replacement but expansion and, ultimately, fulfillment. The root remains Israel. The Gentiles are grafted to it (Romans 11). In fact, Paul reminds his readers explicitly not to forget this, saying, “Remember, it is not you who support the root, but the root that supports you” (Romans 11:18). Of course, Paul’s broader point remains that the tree is continuous. God did not plant a new one. He pruned and grafted, all the while expecting a flowering. Therefore, the Church’s confession of fulfillment could never be anti-Jewish. It’s profoundly inclusive. It invites all nations—including Israel, the root—to locate their identity in the Messiah, Jesus Christ, who came from them. Supersessionism, rightly understood, is not a claim of ethnic superiority, but one that affirms that salvation has always been by grace through faith, and that the wall separating Jew and Gentile has been entirely torn down by the cross.
By contrast, the system Tucker is criticizing—whether or not he names it dispensationalism—attempts to rebuild that wall. In fact, when it comes to racist theologies, dispensationalism is one of the worst. But I’ll get to that in more detail in a second.
In the meantime, just know that dispensationalism is a relatively new concept, and a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of Christians embraced it. It was born in the 1830s. It was another of John Nelson Darby’s concoctions. The Scofield Reference Bible popularized it. The Dallas Theological Seminary, because of its founder and Darby-devotee, Chafer, made it a doctrine. Tent revivals and prophetic speculation spread it. Its key idea was that God has two separate plans—one for Israel (an earthly, national destiny) and another for the Church (a heavenly, spiritual one). Of all the mainstream voices out there, Tucker seems aware that this dual-track theology fragments God’s Word—and ultimately God Himself. The result is false doctrine that equates modern political Israel with biblical Israel, and as such, insists that Christians support every action of political Israel as divinely mandated, no matter what those actions might be.
I support Israel. As a nation of human beings made in God’s image, they have every right to defend themselves. But that does not mean everything about the Israeli state itself carries divine sanction. For example, I read an article yesterday morning devoted to beating up on Tucker. Interestingly, the writer mentioned in passing that democratic socialists (Labor Zionism) founded the political State of Israel. When I dug a little deeper into the claim, I realized the author was right. Is democratic socialism, therefore, divinely sanctioned? It seems the system has largely eroded with time. Still, some of it remains. There are privileges that only ethnically Jewish citizens enjoy that other citizens do not. With that, do we have any reason to be upset that Mamdani, a democratic socialist, is the new mayor of New York City? I tend to think we should be very concerned about democratic socialism. It’s bad news, and we should never let it take hold in America. By the way, did you know abortion is an on-demand service in Israel? Is that divinely sanctioned, too?
Contradictions certainly abound. But consistency is better. Throughout the interview—and in plenty of others—Tucker openly and explicitly insists on consistency. What he appreciates, he supports. What he doesn’t, he criticizes. That’s consistency. And it’s honorable.
I should add that some claim that Carlson accused Israel of “genocide.” In fairness, that’s not quite accurate. A Wikipedia article claims, “During the Gaza war … Carlson … declared Israel guilty of war crimes.” But no evidence is available anywhere to substantiate this. In fact, the searches I did to find out whether this was true all came up as second- and third-hand sources, implying the position rather than sharing explicit transcript evidence. But that, of course, is all it takes these days to cancel anyone. In his interview with Fuentes, Tucker did say that Israel “sometimes acts in genocidal ways,” which is a strong moral indictment. But it’s not the same as declaring that Israel is committing genocide in the literal sense. Outside that exchange, I find no first-source public record of him using the word “genocide” to describe Israel’s actions. His broader criticism has centered on U.S. foreign policy and the moral inconsistency of unconditional support.
Having said all this, for now, Tucker’s relatively simple theological concern is that the barely two-century-old dispensationalism reintroduces the very distinction Christ demolished—the division of peoples before the cross. It recasts the Church not as the fulfillment of Israel, but as a kind of divine intermission until God resumes His “real plan” with ethnic Jews after the rapture (which is another of Darby’s made-up theologies).
The irony here is that those who accuse supersessionism of being racist are defending a theology that is itself inherently racially partitioned.
Repeating myself, dispensationalism explicitly maintains that God has two chosen peoples: the Jews (by race and land) and the Church (by faith). By re-erecting an ethnic boundary between Jew and Gentile, it makes biological descent a continuing theological category—a position the Bible and the Church have forever repudiated.
Again, Saint Paul’s declaration could not be more explicit. He wrote, “There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus” (Galatians 3:28). The Church does not replace Israel. She is Israel fulfilled, Israel made whole in her Messiah. In that light, supersessionism is not racist. In fact, it is the most comprehensive abolition of racism ever preached. It destroys the dividing wall and declares all nations equal at the foot of the cross. Dispensationalism, on the other hand, assigns continuing divine privilege to one ethnicity, maintaining two parallel paths of redemption. That is not equality in Christ. It is theological segregation—the same segregation Saint Paul set out to refute in so many places throughout his New Testament writings.
Tucker’s critique of dispensationalism’s child, Christian Zionism, then, is not about hating Israel or Jews. It is about rejecting a theology that distorts the Gospel and politicizes God’s covenant.
Now, here again, is where it gets sticky for some. There remains the “platforming” argument.
Because Fuentes traffics in racial hatred and antisemitism, Tucker’s willingness to interview him has allowed detractors to blur the line between theological debate and moral corruption. Indeed, it must be possible to see Fuentes’ hatred and Tucker’s theological critique as mutually exclusive, right? Again, the Church has always confessed that there is one covenant, one Israel, one Savior. I already mentioned Paul’s explanation that Gentiles are grafted into Israel’s tree (Romans 11:17-24). He affirms that unbelieving Jews can be grafted in only by faith. One tree, not two. Hebrews 8:6-13 makes plain that Christ mediates a new covenant, rendering the old fulfilled and therefore “obsolete.” Saint Peter, applying titles typically set aside for Israel, announces that Christians are “a chosen race, a royal priesthood… once you were not a people, but now you are God’s people” (1 Peter 2:9-10). Texts like these do not annul God’s faithfulness to ethnic Israel. They reveal its goal—the inclusion of all nations in Christ. The Church is not a replacement but a consummation. The promises to Abraham are extended to all who believe. Supersessionism is not a theology of exclusion but of inclusion. It’s the absolute opposite of racism.
Now, I thought I might wrap up here. But I have one more thing to say.
I just returned from teaching a Bible study. It was with a group of ladies that I truly admire. Indeed, they’re thinkers. Essentially, I bounced some of the ideas off of them that I’ve shared openly here with you. While doing this, it seems there was agreement that we live in a theologically illiterate world. Or maybe better said, we live in an age allergic to theological precision. But when a Christian is biblically rooted, he or she becomes theologically literate and, in most cases, historically aware. A theologically literate person is more likely to meet Tucker Carlson’s criticisms through the lens of the Gospel that requires the fullest context. What it will not do is settle itself in slander. When overt racists like Fuentes twist theology to serve their own idols of blood and soil, a theologically literate person will observe the same way, and they’ll discern and rebuke them with the same Word of God coupled with the same rationality.
If anything, the controversy surrounding Carlson and Fuentes is a mirror held up to our confused age. There’s no question that Fuentes believes God hates Jews, and he wants others to think as he does. Tucker understands this. Because of the interview, now many of us understand this, too. But take note that Tucker also disagrees with Fuentes. Now, with that obvious detail behind us, Tucker is asking an entirely different question. Tucker isn’t asking whether God loves Israel. He knows God loves Israel. He has said so countless times. The question is whether Christians actually believe what Jesus said about His flock, namely, “There is one flock, one Shepherd” (John 10:16).
So, to close, let there be no confusion about Fuentes. His views are abhorrent and antithetical to Christianity. If he’s being satirical, as some of his more ardent supporters try to suggest, then I’m completely lost on that humor. I don’t think it’s funny to refer publicly to Jews in derogatory terms or express admiration for Hitler, Stalin, and others who preached and practiced ethnic cleansing. These things are toxic and un-Christian, and they do not belong in our midst.
I don’t think that is in dispute here.
That said, Tucker’s theological critique of dispensationalism remains neither antisemitic nor racist. From what I can tell, his position is only provocative to those who don’t understand what he’s actually saying—or have been influenced by piecemeal snippet campaigns from his opponents. His actual critique is theological. It is nothing more than an extrapolation of the faith of the Church universal. The Church has long confessed that all of God’s promises (including the Old Testament) find their “Yes” and “Amen” in Jesus Christ alone (2 Corinthians 1:20).
That’s not antisemitism. That is the Gospel, plain and simple.
This past Thursday, while many of my dearest friends were gathering in Lansing for the March for Life—a trip I genuinely wanted to make—I found myself in places far less energizing: doctors’ office waiting rooms. I was in two different locations that day. One of the appointments I’d scheduled mid-summer. And it was one of those “you’d better not reschedule this” kind of appointments. The other was one I didn’t anticipate. Regardless, I’ll admit I felt a little restless sitting beneath the fluorescent lights and watching the time tick by, all the while thinking of the better effort in Lansing. Of course, I prayed that the march would be impactful.
At the “you’d better not reschedule” appointment—a cardiologist’s office—I ended up in a conversation with someone a few seats away. We somehow wandered into the topic of death. I think I know why. At one point, I mentioned a friend from High School who had died this past Tuesday, someone I still considered relatively young, barely fifty-one. The exchange set the tone for what’s on my mind this morning. You may or may not appreciate what I’m about to write. Although it’s my keyboard, so there’s that. But more importantly, what I’m going to tell you echoes some of what we talked about.
I’ll just state the premise plainly: When death visits, it has become all too common for sentiment to replace reality. Now, let me explain.
Imagine for a moment you’re at a funeral. There, before you in the casket, is the deceased. It’s someone who had no time or inclination for faith—or maybe even denied the faith outright. Nevertheless, in death, suddenly—almost magically—the deceased is a believer. Suddenly, everyone gathered around the casket is speaking and acting as though the person had a devout (but entirely undetectable) trust in Jesus. And so, “He’s in a better place,” someone says. Or “She’s with the angels now,” another whispers.
How does this happen?
I suppose one reason people speak this way (although not the genuine point of what I intend to say) is that so many want to believe death is good. We say things like, “Death was her friend at the end.” But the Scriptures never speak of death as a friend. Death is the enemy (1 Corinthians 15:26). It is sin’s wage (Romans 6:23). And it is final (Hebrews 9:27). It is the moment when the curtain falls between time and eternity, when what a person believed—or refused to believe—is laid bare before the living God. And when death comes, this enemy reports there are no do-overs. I imagine the people hovering around the casket are secretly hoping there will be. They’re hoping that death, in its supposed kindness, will go easy on them.
But no matter how we try to recraft the moment, no matter what we do to make the moment palatable, death remains what it has always been. It is the world’s final intruder. And to pass death off as some sort of friend who comes along to take a person’s hand, in the end, is to cheapen the Lord’s war against death on the cross.
Christ did not come to make death poetic. He came to destroy it. If this is true, then the moments when death confronts us deserve a clarity that matches its seriousness. In other words, it’s no time for pretending.
Regrettably, I think some pastors, caught in the strange nether space between compassion and conviction, are pulled into this gush. I’ve experienced the pull before. Not so much anymore. But I do remember in the earlier days of my ministry the urge to choose words, not necessarily for truth’s sake, but to avoid offending onlookers during a sensitive moment. And yet, when the Church and her pastors do this—ultimately confusing comforting sentiment with truth—we’re really just betraying both.
I guess what I’m saying is that when we do this, we pave the way for so many to go wandering off into vague spirituality. And forget for a moment syrupy sentiments like the deceased is “looking down from heaven.” I’m talking more about faith-identifying descriptors that would somehow imply that an unbeliever is “at peace” or “in heaven now.” In other words, too many speak as though heaven were a natural right granted to the well-meaning with relatively respectable qualities. But again, the Bible knows nothing of such generalities. Salvation is not the automatic destination of the nice, the kind, or the merely religious. It is the gift of God through faith in Jesus Christ alone (Ephesians 2:8-9). If you are not a believer, when you die, you are not at peace. You are in terrible suffering. And that place of suffering—hell—isn’t imaginary. It’s real, and it’s eternal.
I know that’s not easy to hear. I warned you at the beginning. But I suppose that’s also why I’m writing this. God’s standards are the ones that apply. Never our own. That means faith in Jesus is no small thing. That also means that funerals become unique opportunities for the living.
A few weeks ago, I happened to be sitting in a funeral director’s office near the facility’s front door when I heard an unfortunate conversation between a teenage girl and someone I’m guessing was her mother.
“Why are we here?” the young girl asked. “Funerals are stupid,” she continued, sounding half-annoyed, the way young people do when confronted with something they don’t understand. Her mother replied, “We’ll just stay for a little while and then go home.” I didn’t see the girl’s expression, but I’m guessing by her sigh that she rolled her eyes before adding, “I don’t want to be here. And who cares, anyway? He’s gone.”
Her words echo a world that no longer knows what to do with death. It doesn’t know what it means.
Of course, I don’t know the complexity of the girl’s relationship to the deceased. But let’s just assume the young girl meant exactly what she said. Had I been her parent, I would’ve shepherded her to a quiet corner and explained that of all places, a funeral is the time to know what’s true, not what’s comfortable. If there’s any moment when eternity should press in upon human hearts, it’s when we’re standing beside a casket. That’s when the thin veil between life and death is most real. It’s when our mortality is undeniable. Then I’d walk her to the casket. “Look in there,” I might say. “One day, that will be me. One day, that will be you. Then what?”
That’s the intrusive question no one wants to ask at a funeral, and yet it’s one of the only ones that matter. In one sense, funerals are mirrors held up to the living. They’re opportunities to strip away the noise of daily life and, if anything, to at least recall three very important things.
First, our time is unknown. Second, eternity is real. Third, what we believe—or refuse to believe—matters more than anything someone might say about us when we’re in the casket. A room full of mourners saying nice things and grasping at a hopeful but false future won’t make that future real. Not for the dead. Not for them.
I suppose that third detail brings me back around to where I started. When churches speak and act as if every soul is saved—as if everyone who dies is owed a Christian burial with Christian hymns, Christian prayers, and a Christian sermon, they teach the living that faith and its fruits don’t really matter, that repentance and trust in Christ are optional extras that can be conjured after the fact. This unclarity does not comfort the grieving. It anesthetizes them. It teaches them to believe in a sentimental fiction rather than in the Savior who conquered the cruelest enemy, death.
Plenty of folks have asked me what I like most about being a pastor. My first answer is always, “Baptizing babies!” I just love it. Next, I appreciate funerals. Funerals are where the rubber hits the road. If ever there was a time to proclaim the Law and Gospel clearly—the fact that we are sinners in need of a Savior, and that Savior is Jesus—it’s at a funeral.
At the same time, a funeral sermon is one of the heaviest burdens a pastor has to bear, especially when he somehow finds himself standing beside the casket of someone he knows was without faith. (And in case you think I’m “judging” someone’s heart, take a quick trip through the following texts: Matthew 7:16-20; Matthew 12:33-35; Luke 6:43-45; James 2:17-18; 1 John 1:6; 1 John 2:3-4; 1 John 3:9-10; Titus 1:16; Galatians 5:19-23.) Don’t get me wrong. Great care is needed when choosing one’s words in such situations. Still, there will be the temptation to believe that speaking truth in that moment is cruel and speaking falsehood is compassionate. But actually, the reverse will always be true.
To proclaim a false peace over the unbelieving dead is to rob the living of the Gospel’s urgency. It implies that Christ’s sacrifice was really no big deal—maybe even unnecessary—and that sin has no real consequences, and ultimately that heaven can be had without the narrow way of repentance and faith (Matthew 7:13-14). This kind of preaching might comfort for a moment in the funeral parlor, but in the end, it can only lead away from Christ and condemn for eternity.
A Christian pastor must lead the people to mourn honestly. He’s wasting oxygen when he points to the moral résumé of the deceased. His job is to point to the mercy of God in Christ—mercy which had been available to the one in the casket but is still available right now for the listeners. Doing this, the pastor is careful to communicate that God’s mercy is not cheap. It came at great cost to Christ. But He went into that combat supernal because He loves you, and He knew you could not defeat the last enemy, death.
That sits at the heart of the Gospel. When the Church loses this clarity, it loses its reason to exist. To be clear about these things is not cruel. It’s love. Real love.
Of course, Christians do not gloat over judgment. We grieve for the lost. But it’s a strange kind of grieving. It’s strange because we do it as ones who have hope (1 Thessalonians 4:13), but we know better than to hope in ourselves. Our hope is in Christ, who died for sinners. Holding to this hope, we are careful not to rewrite God’s Word to make the Gospel cheap, punching holes in it and then wiggling to fit every opinion through faith’s narrow gate.
The task of the Church is to proclaim what Christ has done, not to invent an easier gospel when death makes us uncomfortable. The world may prefer gentle lies. The Church must love her listeners enough to tell the truth.
For the record, I’d say my essential premise was not necessarily about being for or against observing the holiday, but rather that many Christians seemed more than willing to simply surrender the event to the secular world entirely, having somehow been taught that it wasn’t the Church’s to begin with—that it was a pagan holiday that the Church tried to baptize. And yet, in truth, it’s really the other way around. Halloween came from the Church’s sanctified imagination and was later hijacked by paganism. It was Christian, but then it was emptied of its Christian meaning and filled with the world’s nonsense.
That right there—the hollowing out of something holy until only the shell remains—maybe that’s the more critical point. I say that because it describes far more than just All Hallows’ Eve. It’s a pattern for our age.
In other words, we live in a world that memorializes things but forgets the reason we memorialize them in the first place. We still hang lights at Christmas, but fewer folks seem to remember that Christ, the light of the world, is the reason for those lights. We still gather for weddings, but we do so assuming that marriage is humanity’s idea. It isn’t. God started it. It was His idea. Nevertheless, holy spaces are exchanged for thematic wedding venues, and favorite rock songs replace sacred hymnody that proclaims marriage’s sanctity. I suppose even beyond the Church’s doors, we celebrate plenty of other civic holidays we no longer understand. Plenty have told me they appreciate Memorial Day, not for its solemn character, but because it extends their weekend.
All around us, the forms remain, but the meanings are gone.
But this is how the world works. It doesn’t always destroy. Sometimes it rewrites in order to repurpose. It keeps the rituals but drains them of their truth. It keeps the beauty but forgets beauty’s essence.
Here’s my concern. It sure seems like Christians are more often tempted to retreat in these situations. Overwhelmed by how corrupt something has become, rather than fight to take it back, they figure the only possible solution is to surrender the field and move on. I know folks who won’t wear a rainbow on their clothes because LGBTQ Inc. has hijacked the symbol.
But God’s people own that symbol. It’s ours. Still, it seems we’re more inclined to surrender it than reclaim it.
That’s precisely how we lost Halloween. And it’s how we’re losing nearly everything else.
For the record, one of the clearest places to see this is in worship. Somewhere along the line, the Church decided that the way to reach the world was to mimic it—that the key to filling the pews was to empty the sanctuary of everything that made it sacred. And in the process, the Church’s worship—its highest demonstration of theology—was rebranded as a form of evangelistic enticement, something meant to attract rather than feed. But that’s never been worship’s purpose. Worship’s purpose is not to entertain the unbeliever or to market the faith (Ecclesiastes 5:1-3; John 4:23–24; Galatians 1:10), but to carry Christians into a place where time and eternity meet—where God tends to His people personally, giving them the gifts of forgiveness that sustain them (Ezekiel 34: 11-16; Matthew 26:26–28; Luke 24:30–32; 1 John 1:9; Revelation 7:9–12).
The tragic irony is that in chasing cultural appeal, we lost something the world needs from us: transcendence. When the Church stops sounding like the Church and starts echoing the culture, she ceases to be a holy and distinct refuge from the noise.
But again, this isn’t merely about worship styles. It isn’t even a critique of instruments or melodies. It’s about forgetting where these good and holy things came from in the first place. The world borrows and bends what it never built. The world didn’t invent most of what it claims to have invented. It didn’t invent marriage. It didn’t invent human sexuality. It didn’t invent justice. It didn’t invent what’s beautiful. It didn’t invent charity. It didn’t invent education. All of these things are fruits from God’s soil, and as a result, are, by right, crops to be harvested from Christianity’s garden. I was just talking with a dear friend this past Tuesday about how the university itself began in cathedrals. It was a place to learn truth as an extension of God. Now the very institutions that exist because of the Church’s intellectual legacy would rather burn incense to the self and its ideologies than bow the knee to the actual Truth made flesh that made their existence possible.
Or take art. I shared with that same friend how the world still paints, sings, sculpts, and builds. But holy moly, it sure seems like it no longer knows why. For example, while walking on the treadmill recently, I was watching a documentary about the 80s band Devo. Essentially, the band members claimed to be a consolidation of art, music, film, and social commentary. At one point in the movie, a founding member noted how one of their goals was to rid the world of Christian influence. Then an audio clip from an early interview played. That same bandmate could be heard saying, “We never said we were opposed to the Church. We just said we’d rather have cancer than Christianity.”
I didn’t keep watching for much longer. It struck me that music, something meant to elevate the soul, is so easily wielded by the culture as a weapon to offend that same soul. Art, which once imitated divine order and beauty, is now used to desecrate. Masterpieces are defaced. Blasphemy is called boldness. Ugliness is praised as authenticity. Chaos is paraded as radical creativity. For me, these are just proofs that when God is removed from something, it doesn’t become better or, as some would insist, freer. It becomes grotesque.
Now, I don’t want to wander too far here, so I suppose part of my point is that anything emptied of holiness can only go in one direction. It can only collapse into mockery. This trajectory worsens wherever Christians give up ground in retreat.
And by the way, when I used the term “paganism” before, I didn’t mean people dancing around in robes in the woods performing animal sacrifices. I meant a worldview that cannot stand true transcendence. Paganism, ancient or modern, is really just an older name for what we now call secularism. Secularism is paganism in modern clothes. That said, it’ll forever be the same naked humanity trying to exist in creation apart from its Creator.
And that, I think, is why Christians must be very selective when counting their losses and choosing retreat. Every time the world steals something sacred—every time it hollows out what was ours and paints it in its own colors—our response shouldn’t necessarily be to abandon it. We should first consider how to reclaim and refill it. We should labor to turn the world back to what it once knew.
Marriage belongs to God, and so we do what we can to turn the world toward that truth. Life belongs to God, and so we head to the front lines intent on taking back that ground. Beauty, truth, and everything else I mentioned already belong to Him. And even when the world tries to rewrite the definitions, it can’t escape the reality that every good thing it holds remains a gift from a gracious Lord who “gives daily bread to everyone without our prayers, even to all evil people,” as Luther explains in the Fourth Petition of the Lord’s Prayer in his Small Catechism.
So, thinking back on what I wrote earlier this week about Halloween, maybe the appropriate follow-up question isn’t, “How did Halloween become what it has become?” Perhaps we should be asking, “Why do we continue to let the world steal all our stuff?”
Yes, the world has a way of spoiling things. Still, I tend to think that Christianity has a remarkable ability to let that happen. But there’s another, even better ability we possess. We have been empowered to re-sanctify what the world spoils. I mean, if we can take a cross—a dreadful device of torture and death—and put it into our sanctuaries as a foundational symbol of Christianity itself, we can figure out how to snatch back the rainbow from the LGBTQ mafia. I’d say we can even go wandering through the darkness on a cool October night dressed like a scary monster, all the while laughing in the devil’s face as we take back All Hallows Eve.
That’s our heritage—to reclaim, to remind, to re-infuse the sacred into what’s been stripped bare. Because in the end, the world can only paganize what God first sanctified. And if that’s true, then the call to the Christian forces shouldn’t be “Retreat!” but rather “Charge!” And by God’s grace, it’ll be ours to capture and reclaim.
I’ve seen the CBN article about Halloween that’s been going around. I’m always grateful when people care deeply about helping Christians think clearly and faithfully in the face of cultural confusion. I also appreciate concerns regarding the demonic realities at work in our world. Those are not things to dismiss or make light of.
That said, I should admit that I’m not a fan of CBN. It often drifts into the same kind of inflated, speculative theology that actually sits at the heart of my original concerns about Halloween. The article making the rounds could be just such an example. Its subject, a self-described former Satanist, certainly speaks with zeal, but his theology relies on experience-based mysticism rather than Scripture. What results is a fear-driven portrait of the world that is far closer to occult thinking than to actual Christian doctrine.
The first thing that comes to mind is that the article promotes an inflated and speculative demonology. The individual interviewed, Riaan Swiegelaar, says that “blood has a currency in the spirit world” and that neighborhoods celebrating Halloween become “satanic rituals.” Scripture gives no such description. Blood in the Bible is never a kind of mystical tender or exchange rate. It is the sign and seal of God’s covenant of life. From the sacrifices of the Old Testament to the cross of Christ, the shedding of blood points not to a spiritual economy but to the truth that “the life is in the blood” (Leviticus 17:11) and that sin requires death, which only God Himself can overcome.
In the Old Testament, blood sacrifices did not purchase divine favor. They bore witness to God’s promise of redemption through the coming Christ. In Christ, that promise was fulfilled once for all (Hebrews 9:11–14). Scripture indeed speaks of redemption as “buying back” (1 Peter 1:18–19), but this is not a barter in the spiritual realm. It is God Himself, in Christ, reclaiming His creation by bearing its judgment and paying the price of our sin with His own blood. The ransom is not paid to Satan. It is the victory of God’s mercy over sin, death, and the devil. Christ’s blood is powerful not because it outbids demonic forces, but because it is the blood of God Himself (Acts 20:28), shed once for all to make us His own (Titus 2:14). In that sense, Christ’s death is both ransom and victory—a purchase that frees, not a transaction that trades. The devil is not paid. He is defeated. And the redeemed are not commodities. They are sons and daughters restored to their Father. Swiegelaar treats it like magic. The Gospel is far greater than his make-believe accounting. God freely redeems us so that we may belong to Him—pure gift, pure mercy.
He also claims Halloween is the one day of the year with the most human sacrifices globally. I looked that up. Interestingly, I discovered that the day with the most murders (human sacrifices in a broad sense) has been and continues to be July 4. If we mean human sacrifice in the narrow sense, it occurs in various cultures around the world throughout the whole year, typically increasing in the spring, not the autumn. I won’t even go into the abortion statistics, which I believe is the truest system of human sacrifice—and it happens daily. Beyond that, there’s simply no verifiable evidence for Swiegelaar’s claim. It seems more like fear-driven speculation rooted in personal experience. But no matter the concern, Christianity is not built on rumor or hidden knowledge. It’s built on truth (Luke 1:1–4; 2 Peter 1:16). And so, sensational statistics misrepresent the devil’s actual work, which Scripture identifies primarily as deception, sin, and unbelief (John 8:44; 2 Corinthians 11:14).
I was also taken aback by his “one-night stand with the devil” comment. I know he’s aiming for shock value. Still, contextually, he’s implying that any Christian who participates in Halloween—however modestly—is committing spiritual adultery. But Scripture nowhere teaches that participating in civic or cultural events automatically unites a person with Satan. Moral discernment depends on faith and intent (Romans 14:5–6; 1 Corinthians 8). This kind of rhetoric replaces discernment with legalism and fear, denying Christian liberty under the Gospel (Galatians 5:1).
His “infestation in November” comment was interesting, too. It seems he links post-Halloween hardships—relationship or financial troubles—to demonic backlash. The Bible explicitly rejects drawing such causal lines (Luke 13:1–5; John 9:1–3). Suffering in a fallen world has many causes. To declare every trial a direct result of demonic retaliation is presumption, not faith. It’s not to say it can’t or doesn’t happen. I know it does. But to insist that it can be the only cause for bad things in November is deceptive, and it strays from the wider truth.
Another concern is his claim that “80 percent of Christians lack discernment,” implying that only those with his insider knowledge see the truth. That’s Gnostic elitism, plain and simple. It’s the very heresy that the Apostle John and Saint Paul wrote against in their epistles. True discernment doesn’t come from special experiences but from the faithful handling of Scripture (2 Timothy 3:16–17).
I get the sense Swiegelaar is also working with a form of Christianity that’s been sprinkled with Dualism. I could be mistaken. Still, he said, “In the spirit world there are only two things: the kingdom of God and everything else,” collapsing all creation into either divine or demonic categories. While there’s certainly no neutral spiritual allegiance (Matthew 12:30), creation itself, for example, while fallen (Romans 8:20-21), remains ontologically good (Genesis 1:31). God declared it so. Swiegelaar erases that distinction and turns the whole world into a haunted battleground—a worldview far more animistic than Christian. That’s Hinduism and Buddhism, not Christianity.
Perhaps most concerning (and also quite popular on CBN) is his advice for Christians to “pray and hear what God tells you about it,” suggesting that God speaks privately apart from His Word. That’s not how God operates. And that’s a hill I’m always willing to die on. God speaks definitively through His written Word. The Holy Spirit does not bypass Scripture with private revelations or inner voices. Once you start trusting “what God told me” apart from the Bible, you’ve opened the door to being fooled by voices other than God’s. If anything, the Reformation settled this long ago. If a person wants to hear God speak, all they have to do is open their Bible and read it out loud.
Now, to be fair—and because I know I’ve been quite critical—let me come back around and say that I think he has the right instincts in all of this, just the wrong framework. He gets a lot right: evil is real, the devil is active, and Christians should avoid glorifying darkness. But he expresses these truths through fear, folklore, and unverified “special revelations” instead of the calm certainty of Scripture. In my discussion of Halloween, I tried to draw Christians back to a more confident, historically grounded theology—one that remembers that Halloween was never pagan in origin. That’s pretty much it. It began as All Hallows’ Eve, the vigil before All Saints’ Day, when the Church gathered to thank God for the faithful departed and to proclaim Christ’s victory over death. The costumes and festivities began as joyful symbols of that triumph, not as flirtations with evil.
In the end, I get the point here. And I understand why people would push back on my tolerant concern for the holiday. Modern Halloween is a mess. Either way, I think CBN isn’t the best source for faithful biblical theology, and I think this article is an example. It invites Christians to live in fear. That’s often a telltale sign that false doctrine is in the room. Conversely, the Gospel brings calm. It invites us to stand firm. We are not under threat, not with Jesus. We are under grace, and there we can be sure of His care—the kind of care that fuels genuine discernment.
Again, I genuinely appreciate concern for spiritual clarity. I hope, between friends, folks can continue to tolerate mine. Whatever a person’s personal convictions about October 31, perhaps we can at least live with confidence that the victory has already been won. God’s Word rings true, now and always. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
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