Such is the age in which we live: We are expected to take strong, vocal positions on just about everything: from Hamilton and Pokémon Go to serious ethical and political matters.
Sometimes our silence and lack of action result from complete horror or rage, but sometimes, both are a result of our privileged position.
Far be it from us “to glory, except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world has been crucified to us, and us to the world” (Gal. 6:14).
Intense religious argument, particularly about infidelity, has been part of the history of the United States from the start. And, in the beginning, it only had a little to do with sex.
What began as a mental celebration of the South’s honor became a frightening reflection on my regionalist hubris.
There is not a man, woman, or child that we will not declare a no one if it suits our interests, that we will not drive to the brow of the hill, so that we might hurl them off the cliff. But no one is a no one.