If you’ve followed Jamal Bryant for more than five minutes, you already know the basics. He’s the Atlanta megachurch pastor whose ministry, if you can even call it that, has been defined by political agitation, cultural theatrics, and a steady stream of headlines that make you wonder whether anyone involved stopped to ask, “Is this a church?”
We’ve has covered Bryant for years. This is the pastor who’s used his pulpit to call Trump supporters “coons” and “runaway slaves.” The pastor who once floated the idea of growing marijuana on church property as a form of community outreach. The pastor who serenaded Kamala Harris from the pulpit while she was sitting in the sanctuary. In short, a man whose public ministry has never shown much interest in restraint—or reverence.
Which brings us to this weekend.
