For the better part of a decade, Russell Moore has performed like a self-important opera queen—a four-hundred-pound monster teetering on sequined heels, a glittering spectacle of vanity, belting out overwrought laments to an audience no one can see. His hand-wringing, his pearl-clutching, his endless moralizing—it’s all been part of a tedious opera that…
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