I Don’t Know What To Do With Good White Evangelicals

The election is over. The real-estate-mogul turned reality-show ringmaster turned receptacle of American rage is headed for the highest office. And my friends helped get him there. The Evangelicals®. Four out of five white Evangelicals® voted for Trump. For them, he was their only hope to protect religious liberty and human life. Now, we all want life and liberty – our own versions of them – so why should I fault them? Because I fear they mortgaged Christian virtue to do it. “Evangelical” used to be a theological term; it meant you believed in some variation of “Christ has died, Christ has risen, Christ will come again.” As an added bonus, you tried to uphold St. Paul’s fruits of the Spirit: peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, etc. Then Jerry Fallwell’s Moral Majority mobilized evangelical Christians into politics, in order to protect religious liberty and promote their ideas of virtue. (Hey, every group tries to…

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Oh, America!

Oh, America, you wide open wound, weeping with rage and unrest. You have stunned all us liberals who fancy ourselves educated and evolved. You are done with our smug vision of a perfect world where everything works and all are welcome (except those who don’t follow our rules). You’ve had enough with our political correctness and our hybrid cars and Pilates. You are done with the Wall Street we (and you) allowed to go on trading, without accountability, without shame. You put the match to the torch and said, “fuck alla yuz.” I get you. I do. I also wonder if you know what you’ve said yes to – all those cartoon promises and claims that every fact checker debunked within the hour (and didn’t matter to you anyway). Those facts will come back to bite you – and me and all of us. Facts will matter when we try to fix system we’ve…

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Angry Conversations in Canada

Last week I went to Calgary, Alberta, for six performances of my solo show, Angry Conversations With God, at the Fire Exit Theater. (Thank you, Marianne Savell, for recommending me!) Fire Exit’s artistic director, Val Lieske, says their goal is to produce innovative art that feeds the soul and sparks dialog, no matter what the audience’s faith or walk of life. Don’t count on a stage adaptation of Facing The Giants. They do some ballsy work, like Sunny Side Up, about three fertilized human embryos, awaiting implantation or oblivion, which Val wrote. Val is super boss; she has badass shoes and introduced me to Fluevogs. More on Fluevogs later. Calgary is a lot like Denver; a high-prairie city just east of the Rockies, with farms and cowboys. Canadians speak the same language, except for pronouncing about as “aboot” and ya know as “eh?” But Canada is different. They’ve got only one tenth the…

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Storm

She sat in the back pew. At first, she seemed eccentric: she wore purple a lot, she shuffled in and out. She was at times shy, then ‘out there,’ then she would drill down and look you in the eye. Kind eyes, but eyes that saw into you, then past you and far away. I later found out that she sat in the back pew to pray for everyone in front of her. (Something I could have known if I’d just asked her, but you know how we shuffle in and out ourselves,  only knowing the people who sit near us or get talkative in front of a coffee urn.). No, it was a good while before I knew what she was really doing in that back pew. Praying. She saw and heard things not recognized by the human eye or ear. We use words like “prophetic” in church. If you’re not religious, think…

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