Christ didn’t die to make us more Black or more White. He died to make us new. So let’s stop preaching color and start proclaiming Christ. Let’s trade resentment for redemption and grievance for grace. Because the only banner worth waving isn’t black or white. It’s blood-red.

Every few weeks, someone sends me a clip or screenshot of another “conversation” where my name comes up.

I used to respond. Now I listen, pray, and write.
The goal isn’t to clap back. It’s to call the Church to remember what’s true.

But lately, those same voices have found new targets.

They beat their chests on podcasts and social media as they “expose” men like Charlie Kirk and Voddie Baucham—branding them racists, sellouts, and pawns of White Evangelicalism.

It’s performative outrage dressed up as discernment.
The goal isn’t truth. It’s attention.
And when the applause fades, the only thing they’ve built is a following, not a flock.

I’ve been watching this troubling pattern spread across the online world.
It sounds righteous. It borrows the vocabulary of justice, liberation, and dignity.
But beneath the surface, it’s not the gospel at all. It’s a new religion built on old resentment.

The preachers of this new faith talk about freedom, but not the kind purchased at Calvary.
They speak of deliverance, but not from sin, only from systems.
They call for unity, but it’s the kind forged in skin color, not in the blood of Christ.

They tell us that to reject racial solidarity is to hate ourselves,
that to call out cultural sin is to betray our people,
and that faithfulness to Scripture somehow equals loyalty to whiteness.
It’s an echo of liberation theology with a social-media filter, righteous anger repackaged as revelation.

This is all true, but most aren’t buying what they’re selling.
For years they’ve been peddling what’s gone stale on the shelf, resentment disguised as righteousness.
The evidence is everywhere: timelines divided, algorithms rewarding outrage,
and a generation of believers growing weary of voices that sound more like sociology than Scripture.

People are hungry for truth again, not therapy.
They want the gospel, not grievance.

A Turning Point

I’m not angry. I’m grieved.
Because what’s happening isn’t just theological drift. It’s spiritual war.
Ideas have consequences, and when false gospels enter the bloodstream of the Church, they poison hearts, pulpits, and generations.
The next few years will reveal whether we love our culture more than Christ or whether we’re willing to stand for the truth when it costs us everything.

A Religion of Resentment

Every heresy carries a fragment of truth.
The prophets did cry out against injustice.
But they never replaced repentance with revenge or exchanged holiness for heritage.

Today’s race-based teachers promise healing through grievance.
They’ve built a theology of trauma and called it truth.
They preach a gospel of resentment wrapped in hashtags and historical footnotes.
And they’ve tried to redeem a word that should have stayed buried: woke.

In their world, to be woke is to be saved.
They say, “If you awaken to your oppression, you are redeemed.”
It’s a false conversion, a counterfeit born of pride and pain.
The woke gospel doesn’t offer forgiveness; it offers perpetual fury.
It doesn’t cleanse the conscience; it keeps the wound open so the outrage never ends.
It trades the resurrection for resentment and the cross for consciousness.

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