Eight years into one of the darkest chapters in our nation’s history, actual followers of Jesus need to testify loudly to something: the white Evangelical Church in America has failed us all—fully, grievously, irreparably.
If not for them, Donald Trump’s vile Access Hollywood video confession of assault is a deal breaker.
If not for them, his ridiculing of a disabled reporter is a bridge too far.
If not for them, he isn't declared a Christian.
If not for them, he isn't elected.
If not for them, there are no stomach-turning photo ops of opportunistic sycophants laying hands on him.
If not for them, thousands of kids aren't separated from their families and treated like animals.
If not for the White Evangelical Church, sick people aren't creating gofundme pages to stay alive.
If not for them, white men marching with torches aren't called "fine people."
If not for them, our elections aren't polluted by murderous dictators.
If not for them, his unhinged, racist vanity rallies are deservedly empty.
If not for them, we aren’t left rudderless in a pandemic,
climate change isn't ridiculed and disregarded,
gun victims get more than #thoughtsandprayers platitudes.
If not for the Evangelical Church, bigots aren't emboldened to proudly parade hatred in the light of day.
If not for them, sexual assault survivors aren't belittled and traumatized anew.
If not for them, all of his lies are named and condemned.
If not for them, he is held accountable for his crimes and his immorality.
If not for them, this planet is safer, more compassionate, and more just.
The irony in place, is that despite all their sanctimonious sermonizing and finger-wagging condemnation and sky-is-falling histrionics, the white Evangelical Church has enabled, nurtured, and championed more inequity and more misery in these days than any other entity—and there is no close second.
For the disparate masses of the world, the Conservative American Church has become a barrier to belonging, a sanctuary for supremacy, and a hostile presence for the least of these.
By its marriage to a politics of exclusion, the white Evangelical Church has failed the poor, women, people of color, gender fluid human beings, non-heteronormative people.
It's failed immigrants and refugees and foreigners; vulnerable and marginalized communities; non-religious and non-Christians.
It has failed everyone outside the tiny gated community of the white and the wealthy.
This is indeed a tragedy.
But more than anyone—the white Evangelical Church has failed Jesus.
They have misappropriated his likeness, hijacked his name, and weaponized his messaged into something grotesque and oppressive—and it is rightfully repelling good people.
If not for the white Evangelical Church, people might see the peacemaking, wound-healing, leper-embracing, crowd-feeding Jesus that deserves to be seen and run toward it.
If not for them, religion might not be a trigger of the worst abuse and the greatest harm and the worst violence that has visited them.
If not for the White Evangelical Church, Christianity might be the refuge for the hurting and the hopeless that it was intended to be—and it can be again.
Followers of Jesus can be the healers and lovers of people that we were called to be if we have the courage to be, if we have the strength to oppose this bitterness, to reject it, and to leave it, instead of making a bad with it as so many have.
So, I say cue the exodus, throw open the doors, and let the good people stream out of the pews and into the streets.
May that thing become a deserving dead relic of the distant past; a dusty museum of another fully fallen empire, a decaying monument to a now-obsolete hatred.
Let us set a table big enough for everyone who has been failed by this Frankensteined freak show claiming to be of God, and let us remind people that where Jesus is, there is good news for the poor, embrace for the unloved, rest for the weary, and a belly-busting meal that demands no prerequisite but hunger.
Let us make sure love gets the last, loudest word.
Yes, the white Evangelical Church has failed us, but actual followers of Jesus will not fail him—and we will not fail one another.
I grew up with white evangelical Christians. Many I considered friends. I even dated a few.
I kept up with them over the years, watching as their hate and intolerance--both called "love," of course--grew and grew and grew. I tried reasoning with them--this was clear back in the 90s, at the very latest, mind you--all to no avail. They tossed me to the curb when they got married and I didn't, judging me unworthy of them and a freak, their blissful amatonormative (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amatonormativity) suburban life tracks fully engaged, which states in no uncertain terms that married people do *not* have unmarried "freaks" as friends. And so they abandoned me.
Trump-supporting MAGAts today, these people are now vowing, by means of Project 2025, to end people like me. I'm not a gay man; I'm not trans; I'm a straight heterosexual male who simply wanted to live a life without a ring on my finger and kids at heel, and who, in the end, chose not to worship their God, the one I was literally beaten to worship as a child by my father who, if he were alive today, would probably worship Trump. Almost certainly, he would.
I was raised in a Catholic church that told me each Sunday that if I did this, if I did that, if I didn't do this, if I didn't do that, I would burn in hell for eternity. I was literally told by a nun at Sunday School that if I didn't feel guilty each day, that *that by itself* was a sin, and that I would burn in hell. What was I to feel guilty for, I asked. For that I was reported as a troublemaker to my father, who beat me even more severely than in times past. The words "God," "Jesus," "heaven," and "hell" have long since become trauma words for me, and I can scarcely even think them today, decades later, without feeling anxiety and depression well up inside me.
In the 80s, as the Moral Majority, Jerry Falwell, Jim and Tammy Bakker, and the fundamentalist Christian movement were gaining huge ground across America, I made a prediction to one of those "friends" I grew up with, that all this crap was going to come crashing down on them one day, and it was going to end the Christian Church in America, or at least end its toxic dominance--permanently.
The individual in question looked at me and said in serious reply: "Jesus won't let that happen. This is a Christian country."
Here were are, and that is *exactly,* *precisely* what is occurring. Don't you dare tell me it's some sort of tragedy; it very much *is not.* It is in fact something worth celebrating and even adding one's time and energy into seeing come to full flower. For, as my dear mother said, "If Jesus were to come back tomorrow morning, he'd be crucified that night by those idiots who claim to be his most ardent followers." My mother--a die-hard Republican and devoted Christian.
Spot on! Thank you John. May this get through to some of his cult and spread.