The Eternal Poison of the Woke Church

Trump won the election, and he’s dismantling wokeness. DEI is being defunded and the world is returning back to normal. Now, we can all relax, right?

Wrong.

Imagine walking into your local church on a Sunday morning—maybe its Redeemer Bible Church or Epiphany Fellowship. Maybe it’s Immanuel Nashville. You have your Bible in hand and your heart is prepared to hear the eternal truths of Christ’s redeeming sacrifice. But instead of the Word being preached, you're met with a slick slideshow on "systemic oppression," delivered by a pastor whose sermon notes seem suspiciously cribbed from last night’s MSNBC lineup.

Welcome to the woke church—the place where the pulpit has become just another platform for social activism, and biblical clarity is sacrificed at the altar of cultural relevance.

Let’s call it what it is, spiritual arson wrapped in velvet gloves. It’s subtle, seductive, insidious. Pastors like David Platt, Matt Chandler, and Eric Mason, even the late Tim Keller, they have perfected this game. Armed with a finely tuned arsenal of woke buzzwords, these religious hipsters try to guilt-trip us into submission, branding us all as "racists," "sexists," or "homophobes" if they dare question the new orthodoxy.

Want to debate intersectionality? Sorry, you’re probably just perpetuating "white privilege." Concerned about maintaining biblical roles in the family? Clearly, you’re a disciple of "toxic masculinity." It's emotional blackmail, plain and simple—fall in line, or be cast into outer darkness.

Gold Hallelujah!

And what’s the first red flag? Listen carefully to their language. Terms like "intersectionality," "implicit bias," and "microaggressions" flow effortlessly from their mouths like theological nostrum, promising solutions while poisoning the well.