Republished with permission from John Pavlovitz
The small TV on the kitchen counter was playing FoxNews.
When he came down the stairs, almost in the middle of greeting us our relative walked hurriedly over to the sink, grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, looking like a teenager, watching porn, just caught by his parents
Suddenly everything made sense. All the dots connected.
During the last couple of years, we’d noticed this couple changing but couldn’t quite put our fingers on what the reasons might be. They’d become more and more outspoken on things like immigration and women’s reproductive rights and police shootings—surprising us with the intolerance and cruelty of off-the-cuff comments that seemed out of character for them. We questioned whether or not we were just being overly sensitive or just projecting our fears onto them.
But after the surprise peek into their viewing habits it was was clear: they were just following the script; they were being pulled into the false story; the indoctrination had begun.
Now, we could rewind over the previous months and see all the alarmist Fox News talking points in their words at family gatherings and on social media: open borders letting in floods of rapists, baby-killing Democrats coming to take their guns, terrorist Muslims lurking everywhere, violent black men threatening police at traffic stops.
And looking back, we could see that as they found Fox News, not only did they begin to lose their critical thinking abilities and their compassion—they began to lose their religion, too.
They no longer had much to say about Jesus; about his Matthew Chapter 25 promise that he would be found in “the least of these”; that we would be defined by the way we treat the poor and the vulnerable and the imprisoned.
They weren’t interested in talking about the way he fed a hillside multitude of thousands, not because they earned or deserved it but because he was compassionate and they were hungry. They now just expressed disdain for “lazy people wanting handouts.”
They never referenced the fact that Jesus’ family fled to Egypt in desperation while he was a newborn to escape politically-ordered genocide. Instead, they preached about law-breaking families not “doing it the right way.”
They abandoned any reference to Jesus’ words about kindness or generosity or welcoming strangers or about sharing what you had with those who had not. Instead, they slowly but quite clearly adopted a bastardized, angry, America First, gun-loving, immigrant-hating, racist white religion that has become their Republican God.
So, whether it’s anti-Muslim legislation or LGBTQ hate crimes or migrant kids taken from their parents or children orphaned by mass shootings or alignments with dictators or financially disastrous decisions—there is always an excuse, always a justification, always a Fox News alternative reality or Franklin Graham tweet to bunker down into to avoid real life.
The same thing has happened in the white people I’ve served in churches here in the South over the last few decades. Their social media feeds are increasingly littered with Newsmax fictional pieces about immigrants eating pets and wild conspiracy theories about LGBTQ people converting their children.
The change in these white people has been stunning in its velocity and stomach-turning in its depths—and the worst part is that I can’t reach them anymore. Before FoxNews, Franklin Graham, and MAGA propaganda, I could meet them in the common ground of our shared faith in Jesus and in the clarity of objective truth. It now seems they no longer have use nor tolerance for such things.
The Sermon on the Mount, Jesus’ counter-cultural, counterintuitive manifesto of humility and gentleness and love has been replaced by venomous, incendiary Sean Hannity propaganda.
The barrier-breaking, table-expanding hospitality of Christ has morphed into sneering Trump rally rant rhetoric about violent illegals and foreign predators and “build that wall” refrains.
These people used to know better. They were good-hearted, generous human beings who wanted to emulate Jesus. They flatly rejected bigotry and defended vulnerable communities. They were people I could count on for rational, level-headed decency. They once instantly recognized men like Donald Trump as the antithesis of Jesus.
But this is what happens when decent, intelligent people become radicalized: they get polluted by the things they watch and the sermons they sit through and the nonsense they read, and they surround themselves with an echo chamber made of equally-deluded, equally-frightened people, until one day they are the religious extremists that they always used to warn you about.
And now, with many of these daily dispensers of toxic kool-aid joining the presidential Cabinet and unearned places of leadership, we face an even greater indoctrination coming.
I love my relatives, my former church members, my high school friends, and my neighbors but I grieve what has happened to them. I lament the poisoning of their once-soft hearts, the way Jesus has been all but squeezed out of their religion, and I fear that they’ll never fully recover from the alternative narrative that this past decade has written into their brains about the world and about disparate people and about the expansive, lavish, audacious love Jesus calls us to extend.
I only hope these moms and ministers and nurses and schoolteachers and football coaches and favorite relatives get a truer story or meet someone who wakes them up, or that they rediscover Jesus enough that they change the channel, turn off the TV, escape this hateful cult—and find the truth that truly sets them free:
God is love.
The world is bigger than America.
We are our brother’s keeper.
Kindness is the better path.
If they’re going to join a cult, I wish it were that kind.
