We’re now blogging at the Huffington Post. Here’s the introduction, with a link:
I face a question and a challenge as I grope my way into activism. The question: What do I do when the river that swept me into the life of Christ now empties into a toxic swamp? The very word, “evangelical,” which once conjured images of joyful Jesus Freaks, conveys political intimidation. It’s as if Ayn Rand’s spirit descended and screeched on Pentecost: “Be selfish and shrill!” But then comes the challenge: Why am I so late? Why did I hide behind the term, “peacemaker,” and avoid the loving confrontation so necessary for true shalom? Why did I wait until I was personally hurt?
The challenge humbles me as I offer this confessional testimonial: I’m joining the growing movement to bring evangelicals back to their true heritage, which includes compassion for the poor and environmental care — and I’m adding my personal caveat: “Don’t be like me. Don’t wait. Act now.”
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