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Trashing Evangelicals Is No Way to Fight Conspiracism

Jared Stacy’s new book correctly identifies a serious problem. But his depiction of evangelicalism is overblown and unreasonable.

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No good editor will let you start an article with a dictionary definition, which is perhaps the surest sign that a writer has no idea where to begin. But for this review, I must break the rule, because grasping a handful of related terms is vital to understanding the focus of Jared Stacy’s Reality in Ruins: How Conspiracy Theory Became an American Evangelical Crisis—and to understanding how and why it is an unsuccessful book.

First is conspiracy theory, a belief (and its explanation and evidence) that a group of people have secretly colluded in some project or event. The people who collude are conspirators, their plan is the conspiracy, and their thoughts and activities in executing that plan are conspiratorial.

Then there’s the mindset of conspiracism. This is not a discrete theory but an attitude, a comprehensive posture of suspicion that combines cynicism toward enemies and gullibility toward friends. Where conspiracy theories attempt to marshal specific fact claims and chains of evidence, conspiracism relies on leading questions, bald assertions, and bad vibes. 

It’s possible to be a conspiracy theorist without being a conspiracist, provided your theorizing doesn’t expand into a broadly conspiracist worldview. And though a given conspiracy theory may be true—because sometimes conspiracies do happen (like Watergate), and sometimes people do suss them out (see All the President’s Men)—conspiracism is always pernicious, more interested in grievance and power than truth.

Here’s why these definitions matter: The subtitle of Reality in Ruins says it’s about conspiracy theories, and so it is. But it’s also about conspiracies and conspiracism, and Stacy neither distinguishes between these phenomena nor keeps his terms straight. He defines both conspiracy theories and conspiracism as an unjustified, simplistic, comforting “act of storytelling” and uses the two interchangeably. He repeatedly says conspiratorial when he means conspiracist and conspiracy when he means conspiracy theory, in each case mixing up those inside the supposed plot with those who imagine themselves exposing it.

If this were the sole problem with the book, it would be unfair to treat it as anything more than a tragic lapse of copyediting. It is not the sole problem but rather indicative of the whole quality of the work.

Stacy is right to be worried about conspiracism in the church. He correctly grasps the mindset’s real and intelligible appeal, how it flourishes amid modern information overload, takes advantage of Christian instincts to fight evil, and is rarely overcome through head-on, argument-driven confrontation. When he meditates on trust in Christ, Reality in Ruins soars.

But on its primary subjects of evangelicalism and conspiracism, the book falls flat. Beyond terminological sloppiness, Reality in Ruins fails in its aspiration to be gracious to the evangelicalism Stacy has left behind. He traffics in overstatement and ultimately spins conspiracy theories of his own.

Before I come to all that, let me offer two asides. First, I’m not praising the goods of Reality in Ruins merely to cushion the coming critique.

Particularly in the opening gambit against conspiracism and the final quarter of the book, in which Stacy introduces practices of self-interrogation to avoid conspiracist thinking, I repeatedly wrote “good” and “yes” in my notes. He’s right to emphasize that conspiracism tells us primal stories about the world and our place in it, exerting “great force on those for whom the desire to be good and do good are driving factors.” This is more widely appealing—and therefore more insidious—than the classic conspiracy theorizing of The X-Files or Glenn Beck’s chalkboard.

And Stacy is at his best when he contrasts the confusion and suspicion of our data-drowned age with the rest and trust we find in Jesus. The Christian life does not come with a promise of omniscience, Stacy observes. God’s Word as “a lamp for my feet, a light on my path” (Ps. 119:105) often shows us just a little way ahead. The lie of conspiracism, Stacy argues, is that it promises us more control in this life than God himself promises. 

Second, I should mention before I go further that CT appears in this book. “Christianity Today is”—present tense—“a flashpoint for the way the totality of holy paranoia was reinforced by and evolved through the Cold War,” Stacy alleges. “It’s not that conspiracy theory was universally upheld by evangelicals, it’s more that it was never exorcised for reasons of political and economic expediency.” 

His two pieces of evidence are CT publishing the writing of FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover during the Cold War and running an ad for a Conservative Book Club in 1966—an ad to which some CT readers volubly objected. (You can see the ad on the final page of this issue PDF, and reader responses are here and here.)

The ad controversy, Stacy says, “illustrates the way in which this evangelical totality of holy paranoia persists and evolves. The conspiratorial [actually, conspiracist] narrations, charged by theology and contained in a leading evangelical publication for advertising profit, show how a nexus of variables can contribute to its spread.” That is a jargony way of accusing CT of promoting and sanctifying conspiracism to make money.

I’ll leave this matter here, adding only that it’s surprising that Stacy follows this by touting his own history of writing for CT in his author bio on the book’s jacket.

Now to the core of Reality in Ruins. Stacy says that the right way to resist conspiracism, disinformation, and propaganda “doesn’t begin with pointing out where others are wrong” but with examining our own hearts, recognizing that we can’t “change anyone but ourselves” and that “we can only convince through patience and a willingness to dialogue” and to “be dispossessed of our own certainties.” That’s all to the good, but it’s not how Stacy wrote this book.

His thesis is that “conspiracy theory and evangelical Christianity in America run together” and “always have.” And though he occasionally adds a dash of caveat or nuance, much of his language is extreme. It’s certainty about how wrong evangelicals are, over and over again.

American evangelicals have inherited a “disoriented Christianity,” Stacy says, one that “uses the name of Jesus to sanction authoritarian politics in the pursuit of totalitarian primacy.” He calls this version of Christianity “a denial and betrayal of the Word that sustains Christian faith itself,” which leaves us unable to “talk about the living God” and fails to recognize “Jesus as the living Word of God.”

Stacy accuses American evangelicals of “trampling the weak, robbing the poor, and claiming it all in the name of Jesus,” whom he claims we “cannot see” as anything but “a Christian and a white American.” He states that our faith is “deeply rooted in falsehood and violence,” that it “endorses nationalism, authoritarianism, and strains of late fascism,” that it “empowers death,” that it is “marked by denial of the reality that is Jesus,” that it has become an “agent of Disreality” and “the enemy of truth.” According to Stacy, American evangelicals generally have embraced “raging conspiracism” and worship a different god than the God of the Bible. 

I could add more quotes, but you get the gist. Unquestionably there are evangelicals under the sway of conspiracism and doing real harm to their relationships at home, in church, in politics, and online. But Reality in Ruins is unrelenting and overblown, far afield from the experience and thinking of tens of millions of ordinary evangelicals in ordinary churches all over America, people who are normal, kind, and sincerely interested in studying the Bible and bringing you a casserole.

A crucial chapter runs through aspects of American history from the Salem witch trials through Jim Crow to contemporary evangelical politics. Despite this breadth, Stacy musters few actual conspiracy theories originating with or unique to evangelicals, let alone demonstration of pervasive evangelical conspiracism across four centuries.

Other history he mentions is deserving of reckoning, absolutely, but it is a stretch to say it concerns conspiracist thinking. Great Awakening-era anxiety that slaves might revolt, for instance, was less a conspiracy theory than an observation of fact and a reflection of guilty consciences. Likewise Stacy’s recounting of Reconstruction and Jim Crow: There is grotesque evil here—evil in which some evangelicals undeniably participated, while others opposed it—but it is not specifically the evil of conspiracism.

If this is primarily a book about conspiracism, not general castigation of evangelicals, that distinction matters. My inclination, though, is to say it’s primarily castigation. By his own account, Stacy’s perspective is shaped by difficult experiences at church in and around that miserable summer of 2020. That’s a sorrowful and understandable context for his perspective here, but it does not make his sweeping accusations true. 

There are far too many accusations for me to treat them all in detail, but let me address a few. 

An important question for the whole framing of the book is whether American evangelicals are uniquely and constitutionally under the sway of conspiracism or whether we’re just Americans, sometimes falling into conspiracism but more often merely attracted to conspiracy theories as Americans tend to be. (The answer, incidentally, is the latter, and for those interested in the raucous and fascinating history of American conspiracy theorizing, Jesse Walker’s The United States of Paranoia is a sharper, more readable, and more carefully researched book.)

Stacy sometimes recognizes that this national proclivity extends well beyond evangelicalism. The “prominence and popularity of conspiratorial [actually, conspiracist] narratives in themselves do not mark out evangelicals as actually that much different from many Americans who also trafficked in particular conspiracies [actually, conspiracy theories] about specific historical events,” he writes in one such passage. Indeed, “conspiracy theories don’t often originate with evangelicals themselves,” he says in another.

Evangelicals’ specific offense, then, is to “take the content that conspiracy theory generates and set it inside their own theological imagination.” But that’s hardly evidence of the “hermetically sealed world” that’s “impervious” to factual pushback in which Stacy says we live. It’s evidence that evangelicals are Americans—with characteristically American foibles and sins—who take our faith seriously, try to be consistent in our thinking, and sometimes get things wrong.

Or consider the element of class and race analysis Stacy introduces, describing (white) evangelicals as telling scary stories about those socially beneath us. Throughout US history, he charges, “evangelicals in America have always suspected those at the bottom of the social order, on the margins.”

In my experience, evangelicals are far more given to what Walker calls conspiracy stories of “the Enemy Above, hiding at the top of the social pyramid” than stories about “the Enemy Below, lurking at the bottom.” The conspiracy theories I’ve heard from evangelicals over the past 30 years—fantastic tales of the deep state and the New World Order, of Pizzagate and the Clintons murdering people in Arkansas, of birtherism and FEMA camps—are all stories about elite collusion, not threats from below.

Moreover, for much of American history, which Stacy claims as the scope of his inquiry, many evangelicals were those on the bottom of the social order, as historian Nathan O. Hatch has documented—the people “forging moral communities among the poor, the sick, the ignorant, and the elderly.” Our heritage includes many a backwoods fundamentalist, many a rural Bible college, and we still see evangelicals disparaged as stupid and lower-class today. If we’re serious about helping evangelicals avoid conspiracism—and we should be—these details matter. 

Or there’s the question of evangelical ethics, which Stacy argues are “disoriented” and closely linked to our conspiracism. Evangelicals are wrong to talk about and strive to follow Christian values, he contends, because the “knowledge of good and evil” is “off-limits” for God’s people, which means that “there are no values or principles, ‘Christian’ or otherwise. There is only the waiting on and hearing of God’s command.” 

That waiting and hearing doesn’t seem to mean more time in Scripture, though, because Stacy also disapproves of how evangelicals read the Bible, studying it (in part, I’d argue) to discover and apply moral principles. In Reality in Ruins, “biblical worldview” is in scare quotes, and evangelicals are people who always think we’re right because we follow the Bible and others don’t. 

And yes, that’s a risk that comes with a high view of Scripture, and a warning to humility is always welcome. But in reality, Stacy is making the very mistake of which he accuses evangelicals: confusing confidence in Scripture for confidence in ourselves.

The most curious parts of Reality in Ruins, however, are the conspiracy theories proffered by Stacy himself. I counted at least three, all concerned with “Enemies Above.” 

One is about President Donald Trump’s lies regarding the 2020 election. Stacy writes that “it’s little wonder that the Big Lie was so effective among evangelical Christians” because conservative activists and organizations have long colluded to “engineer panic,” then “exploit it” for “a particular purpose. And evangelical Christianity is bound up in this problem.” 

This is a massive and vague allegation of deliberate conspiracy. The simpler and more natural explanation is that many Americans of every political ilk are prone to panic and susceptible to fantastic promises when the most powerful office in the world goes to rivals whom they believe to be immoral and irresponsible.

Second, reflecting on the attendance of tech titans like Jeff Bezos and Mark Zuckerberg at Trump’s inauguration in 2025, Stacy speculates that America’s political polarization is also engineered. It’s a manufactured “feature of digital infostructure,” he speculates, designed so that huge tech companies can “outflank and outmaneuver democratic oversight.” These companies function as “rogue networks (which defy common accounts of oligarchy or autocracy),” Stacy theorizes, threatening “anyone who interfaces with their many products and services.” Swap out a few words and this could be a New World Order diatribe from arch-conspiracist Alex Jones.

Third, Stacy’s discussion of the evangelical response to the murder of Cassie Bernall in the mass shooting at Columbine High School—which later reporting said did not involve a confession of faith—is particularly notable. It neatly fits his own definition of a conspiracy theory: “a storytelling act that (1) claims what it cannot know and (2) goes beyond what it claims.” Here’s Stacy:

This [martyrdom] ethos evolved and expanded, but it was given life by a single solitary commitment: do not let facts get in the way of a good story. The idea of a martyred teenager was, in the end, too compelling for an evangelical culture not only looking for content to narrate its time but also trying to find its footing so as to deliver its gospel with urgency and relevancy. …

These myths of Columbine emerged from a place of deep grief, yes. But there are those who exploited them, propagated them, in youth groups and on radios across America, to give the rising generation a “radical” faith based less on truth and more on perception, on suspicion, on what resonated and worked.

Stacy writes that The Denver Post, a newspaper local to Columbine, corrected the record about Bernall’s death soon after the shooting. But this was in a largely pre-internet era in which a report like that couldn’t have traveled as it could today. How many of the evangelicals sharing stories of Bernall’s supposed martyrdom had any knowledge of that reporting? 

It’s possible to critique the evangelical persecution complex without making unproven accusations of deliberate disregard for the truth—down to the level of the local youth pastor. Stacy is telling a story that claims what it cannot know and goes beyond what it claims.

Reality in Ruins is focused on the unique expression of conspiracism in American evangelicalism, and that is a problem worthy of focus. Conspiracism is a scourge, an active harm to good-faith conversation and cooperation in the church and American society more broadly. Stacy is quite right that conspiracism has “a tragic ability to distort the dimensions of the Christian story,” to divide congregations and deceive their members.

It’s unfortunate, then, that Stacy writes with such vehement rejection of evangelicals and such explicit disinterest in reforming the evangelical movement. “It would be a mistake to assume evangelicalism has the corner on conspiracism,” he says early on. “Especially if the driving motivation for that assumption is to generalize and pathologize, to shore up our own ideological defenses.” That’s exactly right—and why it’s a pity that this book generalizes and pathologizes American evangelicals at just about every turn.

Bonnie Kristian is deputy editor at Christianity Today.

News

‘We Feel Like We Are Having a Berlin Wall Moment’

A conversation with an Iranian-American Christian on the ongoing conflict and her hope for the future of Iran.

Protestors in Canada carry a large Iranian flag as part of a Global Day of Action protest against the Islamic Republic of Iran on February 14, 2026.

Protestors in Canada carry a large Iranian flag as part of a Global Day of Action protest against the Islamic Republic of Iran on February 14, 2026.

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In just over two weeks, the US war in Iran has sparked conflict across the Middle East, rattled the world economy, and placed pressure on military alliances. Roughly two thousand people have been killed in the region, and US service members have also been wounded or killed in the conflict.

President Donald Trump has given mixed signals on the war, and it’s unclear when the fighting will end. But in the meantime, many Iranian Christians, including those in the diaspora, are hoping the war results in the toppling of the repressive Islamic regime, which has ruled Iran for decades.

Recently, Shirin Taber, an Iranian American Christian who is an advocate for religious freedom and women’s rights, spoke over the phone with Christianity Today about the conflict. Taber is the executive director of Empower Women Media and offers one perspective on what the road ahead could look like for the Iranian people. This interview has been edited for length and clarity.

The war in Iran is evolving very rapidly. After the US-Israeli strikes, Iran retaliated against many US allies in the region and there are big developments almost every day. What are your thoughts as you’re watching it unfold?

Many Iranian Americans are very supportive of the US-Israeli involvement. I know many Americans, family and friends, who are not and don’t want us to get involved. There are also people in Europe who are protesting the war. But we, as Iranians, support it because we’ve been waiting 47 years to be liberated from a heinous regime. So in many ways, we feel alone. It’s a painful place. A lot of Iranians feel very isolated. We are grateful to Trump and Israel for taking this bold move when most of the world prefers that he didn’t.

What are the top issues that make you supportive of this effort? Is it the prospect of religious freedom in Iran, democracy, or something else?

When I was a child, I lived in Iran with my family, including my American mother. But when the Iranian revolution happened, we lost everything. We had to flee and leave behind our beautiful life in Iran. We had a great home. I had my friends and a little swimming pool down the street. My dad worked with the airlines—he was an executive.

When the revolution happened, my dad lost his job and we also lost our home. We came to the US with our suitcases. And a year after the revolution, my mother died of cancer. Thankfully, we had American neighbors who took care of and helped raise us, which is how I eventually became a Christian.

Iran was very different before the revolution, and I’m holding on to hope that this war can actually reverse what happened to the country. Before 1979, women didn’t have to wear a hijab and we pretty much did whatever we wanted. I could go to the pool and swim with a bathing suit. You can’t do that anymore in Iran.

We don’t know what Iran will look like in the future. A lot of us are constantly checking the news and have sleepless nights. We feel like we are having a Berlin wall moment and thankfully, Ali Khamenei is gone.

What would you like to see next?

Most Iranians I know want Reza Pahlavi, the son of the former Iranian shah, to be president or a transition leader. He’s done the heavy lifting of building an action plan and writing out elements of what would be in a new constitution, which would include religious freedom. The Iranian diaspora is very supportive of him. He called people into the streets for the most recent protests in Iran, during which thousands of people were killed, including my cousin.

It’s very painful. But Pahlavi is the only one whose name is shouted out during protests. He doesn’t have to be president, but if possible, I believe the US should consider putting him into a governing body. A lot of us believe he articulates the best vision for Iran. 

Do you see a world in which there would be more religious freedom in Iran without the Islamic regime being completely dislodged and removed from power by the US and Israeli military?

I don’t trust Khamenei’s son, the new supreme leader, because he was right there with his dad squashing protests. And that’s not just during the recent protest but going back to 2009. I would have been more curious if someone else who is more reform-minded had been selected. So I’m very skeptical. If any changes were to happen under the current regime, it wouldn’t last and things will revert to the way they were, like what happened in Afghanistan.

I will say, though, the younger generation in Iran is sick and tired of it all. So even if the regime stays in power, resistance will continue. But we’re asking, how long should it take for Iran to be liberated? We desire a free, secular, and democratic Iran. People can individually be Muslim, but we don’t want to be a one-state religion. If we have religious freedom, Iranian Jews, Christians, and others can come back to the land.

How are Iranians whom you know in the diaspora navigating the tension of wanting the US-Israeli strikes to succeed but also wanting family and friends in Iran to remain safe?

I tend to be focused more on the endgame. But I have family and friends who are very worried, because they’re getting texts and pictures. My family lives in an Iranian city that’s next to a major military site. It was recently struck, and the strike was so powerful that it knocked all the windows out of these homes in the area. My grandfather, who was Muslim, had a beautiful shrine dedicated to him in the city, and it was also damaged. A lot of my relatives are really sad. They’re going back to the shrine and trying to pick up the pieces.

People who are not connected to the regime are suffering. So there is a mixed feeling of wanting liberation but also being worried about family. 

What do you feel is missing when it comes to conversations about this war?

I would ask our American family and friends to just hold space for us at this moment. Yesterday, I was out walking with a friend, and she was so down about the war. And I said, “Can you just hold space? We’ve suffered for 47 years … and we’ve lost everything.” I think that’s when the coin dropped and she really heard me.

You can have your feelings, and we don’t have to agree. But I’m asking Americans, and Christians in particular, to be mindful of their Iranian neighbors, especially the believers. Check on them and ask how they’re doing.

News

Some Israelis are Turning to Faith Amid Ongoing War

Studies show a renewed interest in Judaism, and pastors report an increase in baptisms.

An Israeli soldier prays at a military position in the north of Israel near the border with Lebanon on October 15, 2023.

An Israeli soldier prays at a military position in the north of Israel near the border with Lebanon on October 15, 2023.

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The day after the Hamas attacks of October 7, 2023, Elisha Lazarus—a Messianic believer and reservist in the Israel Defense Forces (IDF)—reported to a top-secret base in northern Israel as part of his Iron Dome defense unit. 

The assault caught the nation by surprise, and many in his unit feared Hezbollah would launch a similar cross-border attack from Lebanon. Lazarus saw IDF helicopters circling above and fled with his unit to a bunker seven floors below ground, carved into a mountain. 

There he watched 20 to 25 soldiers line up near a tiny underground synagogue. “All these people that probably haven’t gone in there in the past 20 years—you see them in there praying,” Lazarus told Christianity Today. “There’s a saying: You don’t have any atheists in the foxhole.” Lazarus said that many of the soldiers lined up outside the synagogue acknowledged they were atheists who in that moment felt the need to seek God. 

The Hamas attacks exposed vulnerabilities in ways previous wars had not. For decades, Israel protected its citizens by building bomb shelters and missile defense systems. Yet on October 7, the nation failed to protect them, resulting in the deadliest day for Jews since the Holocaust and igniting a multifront war. 

In April and October 2024, Tehran fired missiles at Israel in the first direct attacks from Iranian territory. Last year, Israeli strikes targeting Iranian nuclear sites resulted in waves of ballistic missiles toward Israel. And on February 28 of this year, Israel and the United States launched a weekslong campaign to degrade Iran’s military capabilities. As of March 11, two Israeli soldiers have died in the conflict, and 13 Israeli civilians.

This conflict has since evolved into a wider regional confrontation with differing perspectives on a timeline for resolution. As Israelis face an uncertain future, many are open to conversations about faith, according to Christians CT interviewed.

“There is a seeking, because when people lose the sense of control in their lives, and they see that it’s not in their hands and death is even imminent at times, they look for God, and they look for answers,” said Lazarus, who is also a content creator for Jews for Jesus.

Recent studies bear out that conclusion. According to a November poll by the Jewish People Policy Institute, 27 percent of Jewish Israelis have increased their religious observance since the war against Hamas began, with roughly one-third reporting they are praying more frequently. Close to 20 percent are reading Jewish Scriptures more often. 

Some Israelis are even exploring Christianity. Aaron Abramson, CEO and executive director of Jews for Jesus, said his staff in Israel has seen increased interest in hearing about Jesus and discipleship in recent years. According to Abramson, last year, the number of people interested in studying the Bible increased by 10 percent compared to the year prior, and 30 percent more people were willing to go deeper spiritually.

Staff members have also observed a steady rise in Israelis professing faith in Christ, including some from ultra-Orthodox backgrounds.

In the year following the October 7 attacks, 25 Israelis accepted Christ through Abramson’s organization. While that number was slightly lower than in previous years, in the war’s second year, professions of faith jumped to 147. 

He doesn’t believe it is a mass revival but rather an “open door and steady response.” Rising antisemitism and regional instability have left many Jewish Israelis “anxious and wondering where their help comes from,” he added.

Abramson said pastors across the country report similar patterns and a steady stream of baptisms—three there, six here, five there. 

David Zadok, pastor of Grace and Truth Congregation in Kanot, Israel, said 15 people—primarily young adults averaging 24 years old—have come to faith in Christ at his church of approximately 160 people since 2023. All are in discipleship programs and regularly attend church, he noted. 

During one of his baptismal classes, he sat between a Jewish soldier from an IDF tank unit and an Israeli Arab of similar age. Two of the 15 new believers are Arab, he noted, bringing the number of Christian Arabs in his church to four. 

Zadok believes part of the spiritual openness stems from misplaced trust. For years, Israelis placed their trust in the “chariots and horses” mentioned in Psalm 20:7. “We have put our trust in our Iron Dome, in our military, in our Mossad, and everything else,” he said. “Within two to three hours [of the Hamas massacre], everything we put our hope in was gone,” he added. 

Zadok said many soldiers have become more religious in the past year or two due to battlefield experiences that have created a “spiritual hunger.” He recalled one Messianic Jewish soldier whose vehicle overturned in Gaza. His machine gun seemed to be miraculously positioned straight into the ground, holding the vehicle just centimeters away from his chest and saving the soldier from certain death. “He really believed it was a miracle,” Zadok said. 

One soldier from his congregation came to faith in Christ after a near-death experience in the wake of the Hamas attacks. Twice, Hamas fired upon his reserve unit while they were positioning with mortars landing less than a football field away. The experience confirmed for him God’s existence and led him to “come to him, surrender, and seek his forgiveness,” he told CT. “I know he protected me before, and if he wills, he will continue to do so. If not, I will simply go to him.” 

CT granted the soldier anonymity due to his concerns about ongoing threats to IDF soldiers and their families. 

The presence of Christian soldiers serving in various IDF combat units has also contributed to the increased interest in God, Zadok noted. He estimates at least 550 believing soldiers are serving, including his 21-year-old son who is currently stationed in Gaza. Israel has around 170,000 active-duty personnel and close to 450,000 reservists.

Zadok’s church delivers Purim packages to Messianic believers serving in active duty and has partnered with other churches to compile a list of 300 soldiers for future package deliveries. Zadok said approximately the same number of Christians are serving as reservists.  

They are often the only believers in their units, Zadok added. That was true during his years as a major in the IDF and has also been the case for his two daughters and his son. Their presence provides opportunities “not just to share the gospel, but to show the gospel and to talk about the hope that they have,” he said.

Christians make up about 2 percent of Israel’s 9.6 million people. 

Lazarus said he is the only Christian in his unit, and during his swearing-in ceremony 15 years ago, he was the only soldier out of 200 who asked to take his oath on the New Testament instead of the Tanakh, or Hebrew Bible. 

He has encountered one other Messianic Jewish soldier during his tenure in the military, yet he said the IDF is accepting of other faiths and traditions. For example, last summer Israel began drafting ultra-Orthodox men—previously exempt from service—while accommodating their religious practices by permitting time for prayer, gender segregation, and strict kosher food requirements. 

Lazarus said many of his military friends have watched his Jews for Jesus YouTube channel. And while he shares his faith during times of both war and peace, he believes this moment is different. Israelis are more open and he wants them to understand the hope he has in Christ. 

His unit reported for duty weeks prior to the Israel-US attack against Iran on February 28, a “heart-dropping” moment when he realized conflict was be on the horizon. “I’m not scared to die,” Lazarus said. “I know about my future.”

Even as he protects his homeland, Lazarus prays for his enemies and the innocent lives on both sides of the conflict. “I’m praying for everybody to know the true peace that Yeshua gives us,” he said. 

Theology

Teaching ‘the Mystery of Joy’ to Protestants and Catholics

Editor in Chief

Philosopher Peter Kreeft, like Augustine, gains a reading from both sides of the Reformation.

Peter Kreeft in his office.
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Christianity Today is by evangelicals and for evangelicals, but we learn from others—like Peter Kreeft, a Catholic professor who turned 89 Monday and has authored more than 100 books, including one entitled I Burned for Your Peace that unpacks Augustine’s Confessions.

Kreeft wrote that Augustine (AD 354–430) is “the major bridge between Catholics and Protestants. No other writer outside the Bible is so deeply loved and ‘claimed’ by ‘both sides’” of the Reformation. Augustine in the last third of his life encountered tragedies including the fall of Rome and the burning of the North African town in which he grew up. Kreeft similarly served as a bridge by teaching philosophy at both Catholic and Protestant schools and explaining the cultural as well as personal significance of abortion.

In Three Approaches to Abortion: A Thoughtful and Compassionate Guide to Today’s Most Controversial Issue, Kreeft laid groundwork for the eventual overturn of Roe v. Wade. In How to Destroy Western Civilization, Kreeft showed how having children is a civilization saver: Political attempts to make government-paid abortion part of health care were an attack on not only religious liberty but also civilization itself. 

Those two books used the Socratic method on current policies and personal issues, but most of Kreeft’s writing digs deep below the headlines to excavate the reasons our culture is on fire. His 2024 book What Would Socrates Say? takes readers through major philosophical issues: rationalism versus empiricism, the mind-body problem, the nature of reality and the unreasonableness of moral relativism, and more. 

Kreeft has degrees from Protestant and Catholic universities, Calvin and Fordham. He surveys the theological gaps and looks for ways to work together. Already past age 70 when we talked a lot from 2008 to 2011, he would rise early to take the train from Boston to New York City and would teach two three-hour philosophy seminars in a day at The King’s College, where I was provost. In between, he played chess with students or me. 

Although Kreeft describes himself as “not a joy-full person,” he emanated a contentment that sometimes mystified students consumed by uncertainty. That experience may have contributed to what he wrote in a book published last year, The Mystery of Joy: “The lack of deep joy has been true of all times, places, and cultures since Eden. But it is especially true of this time and this culture.” 

Maybe so, and his advice is helpful: “Joy is not essentially a feeling. … Joy is a marriage.” He writes of “God’s love as the cause of our deepest joy” and shows what can give us joy, including charity, communion, angels, beauty, art, music, and humor. Kreeft notes that “as every atom in our bodies is made of ‘star stuff,’ every event in our lives is made of ‘divine providence stuff.’”

Kreeft doesn’t minimize the hard stuff: While some words “seem beautiful on paper, our attempt to live them is a bloody mess of a war against the forces of selfishness, joylessness, faithlessness, hopelessness, and lovelessness, which are our real enemies and which have embedded themselves in our souls like little vampires sucking our lifeblood.” 

But the closing words of The Mystery of Joy could well serve as Kreeft’s last will and testament. He describes life by quoting C. S. Lewis’s description of Aslan in Narnia: “‘He isn’t safe. But he’s good.’ For He is love, and love is not safe. In fact, it is excruciating. But it is our supreme joy. Do it! Be a saint. What else is there?”

Marvin Olasky is editor in chief of Christianity Today.

Church Life

With Bible Translation in India’s Hadoti Language, ‘God Came Closer’

A missionary from south India initiated the translation in the language spoken by millions in southeastern Rajasthan state.

A view of the city of Bundi in the Hadoti region of Rajasthan State in India on July 16, 2019.

A view of the city of Bundi in the Hadoti region of Rajasthan State in India on July 16, 2019.

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On a cold December morning in India’s western state of Rajasthan, 38 worshipers sat on mats spread on the floor or on plastic chairs in the back of a small brick church as they heard the Bible read in their native language of Hadoti for the first time in their lives.

As the pastor read Psalm 23, some of the congregants smiled in amazement while others cried tears of joy.A few lifted their hands and cried out, ”Amen.”

“It felt [as if] God came closer,” said one congregant, recalling the Bible reading on the Sunday before Christmas. “The familiar verses … no longer sounded foreign.” CT agreed not to use the names of the Indian Christians interviewed due to threats from local Hindu nationalist groups.

Although spoken by several million people in southeastern Rajasthan and parts of Madhya Pradesh, Hadoti (also spelled Hadauti or Harauti) has long played second fiddle to Hindi, the language of administration, education, and employment. Similarly, in the church, hymns, Bibles, and sermons are all in Hindi.

“Many did not truly understand Hindi,” said a pastor from Kota, the third-largest city in Rajasthan. “Yet churches continued using it. We assumed this was normal.”

All this began to change when a homegrown mission organization translated and published the Hadoti New Testament in October 2021. An expanded edition, which includes the books of Psalms and Proverbs, reached the hands of believers last November. Currently, translators are working to translate the Old Testament, with the first draft of 17 books ready so far.

Despite Hadoti’s rich oral tradition—which includes folk songs, proverbs, and tales passed down through generations—books are seldom written in Hadoti, and the language is not taught in schools. A 2012 survey found that 75 percent of Hadoti speakers preferred their children speak only in Hindi, leading linguists to believe the language is “unsafe,” meaning it is at risk of disappearing as parents stop passing it on to the next generation. Young people speak Hadoti only at home among family and friends, as Hindi takes precedence in formal settings.

It was not a native Hadoti speaker but a missionary from South India who first decided to translate the Bible into the language. The grandson of a well-respected Hindu priest, he grew up in a devout Hindu household, yet his faith was shaken after his grandfather and then father passed away. He wondered why the Hindu gods they prayed to couldn’t save them. While he was in college, a friend gave him a Christian magazine to read, and that night, he had a vision of Jesus on the cross. The next day, he attended church with his friend and accepted Jesus as his Savior.

Several years later, he was reading the Bible during his morning devotions when he heard an audible voice say, You are reading Scripture in your mother tongue—but what about those who can’t?

He shrugged it off at the time but later realized translating the Bible was his calling when his mission organization sent him to southeastern Rajasthan in 2007. He witnessed a growing number of people coming to faith as he and other leaders planted churches. Yet the missionary said it felt strange for them to read the Word of God in Hindi rather than Hadoti.

He remembered the calling he heard and started officially translating the Bible into Hadoti in 2011. Yet through the process, he faced many challenges. Since he wasn’t a native speaker, he needed to train locals to help him translate. He also relied on community checking, where he read Bible passages aloud to people in the community and asked for their feedback.

The missionary recalls the team struggling to translate two words in particular: prophet and righteous.

The closest equivalent to the word prophet in Hadoti had a connotation that meant the person is a fortuneteller, astrologer, or Hindu priest. They settled on a word that is largely understood as “one who speaks on behalf of God.”

Similarly, they had difficulty translating the word righteous, as the closest equivalent had connotations of doing good works, helping the poor, and running religious programs. Hadoti believers were unhappy with the word as it didn’t fit the Bible’s meaning. After a lot of consultation, they arrived at a word that meant “one who is blameless in the eyes of God.”

“Translating technical words … into a new language is always a challenge due to their linguistic and cultural nuances,” said N. Subramani, assistant director of translations at the Bible Society of India, which helped with translation consulting, exegetical checking, and printing the Bibles. He added, “We approached it by converting nouns into verbs (salvation then became to be saved), providing footnotes with context, and by transliterating.”  

During the translation process, local Hindu nationalist groups were angry with the missionary for his Christian work, leading him and his family to change houses multiple times due to fear of attacks. A serious accident left him with fractures in his arm and leg. He was on the verge of giving up.

One Sunday, he was preaching while still recovering from his accident. During the sermon, he declared, “Do not stop. God is going before you.” Many in the congregation knelt and sobbed.

“That was the moment my own faith in God [was] renewed,” he said. “I picked myself up and returned to translation.”

After nearly a decade, he and nine other translators finished translating the New Testament. Today, Hadoti Bibles are used by 12 house churches planted by the mission organization, churches where many first-generation Christians worship. So far, 2,500 copies of the New Testament and 250 audio versions have been distributed.  

“For many believers, this became the first real piece of literature in their own language,” the missionary said.

He noted that many people said they read the Bible more now than they used to read the Hindi Bible and they understand the text better. They realized God is speaking to them directly. Even non-Christians are glad to see a religion text in their mother tongue, he said.

One pastor said it was transformative to hear his favorite verse, John 15:16, in Hadoti. It says, “You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last—and so that whatever you ask in my name the Father will give you.” The pastor said, “It is [more] deeply comforting to read it in my mother tongue than in Hindi. I feel I am now in safe hands.”

For one of the translators, the experience was not just linguistic but deeply personal. As he was translating, he became convicted of his sins, broke down, and returned things he had stolen in the past.

For the missionary, the work already feels complete, no matter how long the translation of the Old Testament could take.

“My life’s mission has been fulfilled,” the missionary said. “When I see people convicted, crying, responding as Scripture is read in Hadoti, I know it was worth it.”

News

Infanticide Rates Are Dropping in Africa, yet Child Abandonment Continues

Many view babies born with disabilities as cursed. Christians are fighting back.

Two Kenyan children sitting on the streets of Nairobi.

Two Kenyan children sitting on the streets of Nairobi.

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Seventeen years ago, Ruth Mulongo had an affair with a young man from her village in Bungoma County, western Kenya. The 18-year-old became pregnant and nine months later delivered a baby girl at home during the night with her mother’s help. The baby looked weak, with one leg shorter than the other, so Mulongo’s mother told her the child was cursed. She feared her daughter wouldn’t be able to marry a good man if word got out that she’d had a disabled child. (CT agreed not to use Mulongo’s real name due to the social stigma.)

Mulongo said her mother, who had raised six children as a single mother, pressured her into agreeing to let her kill the child and hide the evidence from their community. Her mother wrapped the baby girl in a polythene bag and dumped her in a nearby shallow dam, where villagers drew water. The next morning villagers found the dead baby floating in the water and alerted local authorities.

Because neighbors knew about Mulongo’s pregnancy, she became the primary suspect. Fearing arrest, she fled in shame, first by foot and then bicycle and public transportation until she arrived in the town of Bungoma—the capital of the county, 60 miles away.

“I realized I had committed a big sin,” she said.

The killing of children born with disabilities has declined over the past two decades as laws have shifted and Christians have worked to change beliefs about disabilities inside and outside of church, according to Kupenda for the Children, a disability advocacy ministry. Still, child abandonment and occasional infanticide of children with disabilities remains a concern in West, Central, and East Africa, especially in rural areas.

Last year, police across Kenya reported spikes in child abandonment cases overall, and stigma remains a strong driver in why children with disabilities or single parents are especially affected. Though several African countries, including Kenya and Nigeria, have bolstered protections for citizens with disabilities, superstitions and misunderstandings about many conditions remain entrenched across Africa.

In May 2025, a Nigerian news station reported that infanticide continues in communities around the capital Abuja. Families often target children with albinism, babies whose mothers died in childbirth, as well as twins, which some tribes such as the Igbo and Bassa Komo believe are evil, possessing dangerous potential or supernatural powers. In a 2023 report by Africanews, Ugandan police expressed concern about a rise in abandoned babies and young children around its capital city of Kampala.

Many Africans see disability as judgment for unwed motherhood. For instance, in January, former Kenyan TV journalist Ann Ngugi spoke publicly about raising her now-22-year-old daughter, Angel, as a single mother. Angel was born with congenital hydrocephalus—a condition caused by excess fluid in the brain—and Ngugi remembers a relative blaming Angel’s enlarged head on her out-of-wedlock birth. At the time, doctors said Angel—who is now a gospel singer—might not survive.

“You have to carry all that as a mother and a caregiver and still tell this girl that she is beautiful,” Ngugi said.

Many Kenyans also believe married women who give birth to a disabled child are cursed. This has led some husbands to abandon their wives.

Pauline Imbiakha said her husband left her after the birth of their son Joseph, who had cerebral palsy. Even after Joseph fell ill with malaria and died when he couldn’t receive medical attention during a nurses’ strike, Imbiakha’s husband still didn’t return.

Seven years ago, her friend Rexina Imbenzi, the regional women’s leader for Grace to Grace Ministry—a church in Kakamega, Kenya—gave birth to a boy named Isaac with cerebral palsy. Imbenzi said her husband’s family tried to force him to divorce her, blaming her for the disability. Yet he refused. “If my husband wasn’t a born-again [Christian], I think I would have come back from church one day and found the baby killed because the pressure was from his family,” she said.

Imbenzi said extended family members question how she can be serving God but still give birth to such a child. Because babysitters cost too much and many refuse to watch Isaac as they believe he’s demon-possessed, Imbenzi’s 12-year-old daughter must sometimes stay home from school to watch him on days Imbenzi goes to church to run women’s ministry events.

Parents who fear stigmas often hide their children from their neighbors and pray for healing. Some may listen to radio and TV sermons of self-proclaimed prophets in Kenya who claim they can heal physical disabilities and attend their healing crusades, hoping for a miracle. Other Kenyans abandon their children at roadsides, hospitals, and churches.

“There are so many children who get abandoned at the health facilities by the young mothers, mostly university students and high school students,” said Eunice Obuya, a nurse from Kakamega, Kenya. “Some have disabilities, and some are normal.”

Health facilities often serve as unofficial safe havens, since Kenya doesn’t have designated places for safe abandonment. In Africa, Namibia has a safe haven law, allowing parents to turn in babies safely without penalty, but most countries do not.

Obuya said during 20 years of working in a public hospital, she witnessed more than 30 cases of abandoned children with disabilities, most of them with clubfoot, cerebral palsy, or congenital hydrocephalus. Parents abandoned one child because he had extra fingers on both hands, she said.

“Nobody wants to get closer to these children, especially the young medical workers,” Obuya said. “They still think it is a curse that can be transmitted.”

Christian health care facilities in Kenya provide corrective surgeries and rehabilitation for treatable conditions such as clubfoot and cleft lips and palates. Sometimes pastors intervene on behalf of babies at risk of being killed or abandoned, according to Kupenda for the Children. Disability ministries train parents and communities to reject stigmas, and some churches are designing ministries for children with disabilities.

Now, Ruth Mulongo said she helps lead one. After she fled her village years ago, the senior pastor of an evangelical church in Kanduyi prayed for her, counseled her through her trauma, and eventually appointed her as a youth pastor. The church also connected her to a popular repentance ministry and sent her to trainings offered by organizations promoting the rights of children with disabilities.

“If the church had not accepted me, I would not be here talking about this problem,” Mulongo said. “Maybe God had a plan for me to be the one speaking to families about child disability.”

Now married with three children, Mulongo serves as a junior pastor for her church, where she counsels parents with children who have disabilities, organizes educational seminars, and connects parents with support organizations like Kupenda for the Children and AIC-CURE hospital in Kijabe.

“Many [parents] feel ashamed to be seen with their disabled children in public … even in church,” Mulongo said. “But I tell them to accept what God gave them.”

Mulongo conducts home visits, praying with families before gathering their relatives and neighbors to teach them about disabilities and what causes them. She tells husbands not to blame their wives or assume they are cursed. She also prepares young couples psychologically for raising a child with a disability: “This changes their attitude towards disability, and they end up accepting that it is not always a curse.”

Mulongo also tells her own story, explaining how she caved to pressure from her mother to kill her child and how God forgave her.

“They should know that everything God does has a reason,” she said. “The pressure from relatives should not be a reason to kill an innocent baby.”

News

Died: John M. Perkins, Who Lived and Preached Racial Reconciliation

The civil rights leader believed in a gospel bigger than race or self-interest.

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John M. Perkins, a bold evangelical voice who proclaimed the gospel against racism, died on Friday at the age of 95.

Perkins challenged Christians—especially white evangelicals—to repent of safe, narrow, and self-serving interpretations of the message of Jesus. He preached that opposition to racism was not a supplemental or optional activity but was core to living out the truth that would bring renewal and restoration to “the places long devastated” (Isa. 61:4).

“If it’s a holistic biblical ministry,” Perkins said in 1987, “I think that makes a difference between whether or not that church is an action church or whether it’s just become a self-centered worshipping congregation. And I think most churches are sort of self-centered worshipping. They see the church as ‘meeting my need, meeting my need,’ and the church doesn’t have a ministry, and a concept of ministry, and a philosophy of ministry, and a statement of mission to the world.”

His work influenced generations of white evangelicals wrestling with whether concerns about inequality, poverty, and injustice were distractions from a life of faith. Charles W. Colson called him a prophet. Russell Moore said few lived the gospel as fearlessly as Perkins. Shane Claiborne wrote, “He opened my eyes and set my heart on fire.”

Perkins developed a philosophy and methodology for Christian social engagement, which he explained as “relocation, reconciliation, and redistribution.” First, following the model of Christ’s incarnation, the church needs to go to the place of need: relocation. Second, because the gospel is “stronger than my race and stronger than my economic interests,” Christians should form new communities: reconciliation. Third, like the church in Acts 2:44–46, Christians have to voluntarily share what they own until no one is in need: redistribution.

Perkins founded the Christian Community Development Association (CCDA) as a network of churches committed to this vision, which he explained to Christianity Today in 2007 as “my old-fashioned reading of the Bible.”

Born into Mississippi segregation

Perkins didn’t see this interpretation of the Bible in the churches of his youth. He was born in 1930 to a Black family of sharecroppers in segregated Mississippi. The white churches wouldn’t welcome him or his family through their doors, and the Black churches seemed, to the young Perkins, like all they did was “wave and wail.”

His mother died when he was seven months old, and his father left soon after. His grandmother and extended family raised him. They eked out a living growing cotton on shares and working for the white landowners who had owned them until the Civil War. The family made extra money illegally, making whiskey and operating a lottery.

When Perkins was 16, a white police officer killed his older brother Clyde. Fearing police would kill him too, Perkins’ family raised money to send him to Southern California. He was one of about 50,000 African Americans who left Mississippi in the Great Migration, which historian Isabel Wilkerson called “the first mass act of independence by a people who were in bondage in this country for far longer than they had been free.”

Though he had only a third-grade education, Perkins found work in a foundry and quickly learned the trade, becoming a skilled laborer and union representative. He met and married Vera Mae Buckley, and they started a family.

Looking back at that time, Perkins said his only aim was making money. Then his young son Spencer invited him to attend Sunday school. There, Perkins recalled in an interview with the Wheaton College Billy Graham Center Archives, he came to think about his value in a different way. He was converted from the belief that “money and success” would bring him happiness.

“I realized I was loved by God,” Perkins said. “And if a God in heaven loves me, and if this God who is creator and Lord of the universe loves me, then I’m loved by a very significant person. And that person who loves me that much loves me enough to be concerned about my well-being.”

Perkins went on to study to be a minister and a Bible teacher with two white evangelical leaders who had popular radio ministries: J. Vernon McGee and Jack MacArthur (John MacArthur’s father). In 1960, MacArthur’s church gave Perkins financial support to return to Mississippi and start a church. Perkins called it Voice of Calvary Ministries, the same name as MacArthur’s radio program.

John and Vera Mae Perkins started teaching Bible classes, offering Sunday school, and holding the occasional tent revival. They started a church and a Bible college, but struggled to get incorporation papers. Perkins had to ask the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) to help—and that connection, along with his growing sense that God cared for all human needs, not just spiritual ones, led Perkins into social activism and the civil rights movement.

In 1965, he helped with a voter registration effort that registered more than 2,000 African Americans to vote in the rural areas outside of Jackson. His support from white California churches ended without explanation. Perkins pressed on, organizing a housing co-op, a farmer’s co-op, and a food co-op. A few years later, he led an effort to desegregate the public schools and started a boycott of white-owned businesses that refused to serve black customers.

Brutally beaten by a county sheriff

In February 1970, Perkins led more than 100 demonstrators in a 45-minute march protesting the segregated businesses, chanting, “Do right, white man, do right.” On the way home, authorities arrested several protesting college students for “reckless driving” and took them to the county jail. Fearing the men would be lynched, Perkins and two other boycott leaders went to the jail.

At the jail, they found sheriff’s deputies drinking corn whiskey. The deputies had forcibly shaved the protestors’ heads and were pouring the liquor over their raw scalps. “Then,” as one of the law enforcement officers later testified under oath, “a general fracas broke out.”

Sheriff Jonathan Edwards—named for the great Puritan minister—hit Perkins with a blackjack until the minister went down. Then he kicked Perkins on the ground, brutally and repeatedly, stopping only to retuck his shirt. Done with the beating, Edwards made the minister get up and mop his blood off the jail floor. Edwards later testified that Perkins threw an unprovoked punch at him but missed (though no one else saw it) and had a pistol in his car (though he didn’t get it out).

Recovering from the near-fatal beating in the hospital, Perkins thought about racism, his life, his mother’s death, his brother’s death, and now almost his own: “I came to the conclusion, the hard conclusion that Mississippi white folks [were] cruel. And they [were] unjust. And the system was totally bankrupt. … I stayed with the idea that it had to be overthrown.”

But the only thing that was powerful enough to overthrow it, Perkins decided, was the gospel. Only through the work of Christ and the power of the Holy Spirit could hate be replaced by love and enemies transformed into friends.

“It’s a profound mysterious truth—Jesus’s concept of love overpowering hate,” he later wrote. “The problem is spiritual: Black or white, we all need to be born again.”

Making a different kind of white Christian

Perkins took that message to the organizers of a Billy Graham crusade when they came to Mississippi in 1975. At Graham’s insistence, Black and white ministers were working together to plan a racially-integrated crusade. At an early planning meeting, Perkins asked the white pastors what they would do if a Black person converted at the crusade showed up at their church the next Sunday. Wasn’t their policy to turn Black people away?

In response to his question, the Graham association put him on the steering committee. They began to promote Perkins as an evangelical minister with an important message for Christians. The next year, Baker Books published Perkins’s first book, Let Justice Roll Down, making him a household name among evangelicals.

In the book, Perkins lamented that evangelicals had “surrendered their leadership” in the civil rights movement. He described his sadness “seeing those that I knew as brothers and sisters in Christ insist on a Sunday religion that didn’t sharpen their sense of justice.”

He then wrote other books: Beyond Charity, With Justice for All, Welcoming Justice (with Charles Marsh), Follow Me to Freedom (with Shane Claiborne), and One Blood: Parting Words to the Church on Race.

In his writing and ongoing work proclaiming the gospel, Perkins developed his philosophy of relocation, reconciliation, and redistribution. In 1989, Perkins and his wife founded the CCDA to bring together people committed to living out those principles of applying the gospel. The first year, 37 congregations joined. Today the network includes more than 600 Christian groups, from the Root Cellar in Lewiston, Maine, to the Tucson Coalition of Compassion Ministries in Arizona.

“It makes my blood run hot when I think that this God of heaven came down, redeeming a third-grade dropout, brought me into his Kingdom, gave me this opportunity to be working together with him in his redemptive purpose,” Perkins said in 2015. “I can do that, and we all can do that.”

Honored by white evangelicals

In the last decades of his life, Perkins received honorary degrees from 16 evangelical colleges and universities, including Wheaton College, which awarded him his first doctorate. In 2009, the Christian indie rock band Switchfoot’s song, “The Sound (John M. Perkins’ Blues),” was the No. 1 Christian rock song and the No. 7 alternative rock song on Billboard magazine’s charts. Two universities and two seminaries—Seattle Pacific University, Calvin University, Wesley Seminary, and Northern Seminary of Illinois—started programs in his name.

Perkins continued to push white evangelicals on the issue of racism, even urging them not simply to condemn riots in Black communities but to see them as opportunities to “authenticate the gospel.” In 2014, in response to one of the first major Black Lives Matter protests, Perkins called on Christians to recognize that racism will not be solved by people learning to be nice. Instead, he said, people need to be transformed by the gospel.

“We as Christians have to take some responsibility for that hostility [in Ferguson, Missouri], and affirm the love God has for all people,” Perkins said. “We minimize the gospel. We are supposed to be new creations in Christ Jesus, a peacemaking force. We have to come back to brotherhood and sisterhood.”

Perkins is survived by his wife, Vera Mae, and six children: Joanie, Derek, Deborah, Philip, Priscilla, and Elizabeth. His sons Wayne and Spencer predeceased him in 2017 and 1998, respectively.

Correction (March 19, 2026): A prior version of this obituary misstated how many of Perkins children survived their father.

Culture
Review

‘The Secret Agent’ Explores Memory and Authoritarianism in Brazil

The Oscar-nominated film reminds viewers to learn from the past—and to share our stories with the next generation.

Kleber Mendonça Filho accepts the Best International Film award for “The Secret Agent” during the 2026 Film Independent Spirit Awards at Hollywood Palladium on February 15, 2026 in Los Angeles, California.

Kleber Mendonça Filho accepts the Best International Film award for “The Secret Agent” at the 2026 Film Independent Spirit Awards on February 15, 2026.

Christianity Today March 13, 2026
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I was born just a few years after the end of a dictatorship.

As Brazil’s fledgling democracy struggled to its feet in the 1990s, I learned about what had come before in school, in movies, and in songs. But I would also sometimes ask my grandmother what it was like when the Brazilian military seized power in 1964, stamping out dissent for the next two decades. Her answer has always been the same: “I don’t remember very well.”

At the time, my grandmother was a divorced woman, raising three daughters while working grueling hours to provide a decent life for them. It’s entirely understandable why that era is a blur in her mind.

But I’ve been thinking about memory a lot recently after watching The Secret Agent, an unsettling film released late last year and directed by Brazilian filmmaker Kleber Mendonça Filho.

From the country’s northeast, Mendonça Filho often explores an underappreciated region in his work. My own city, Recife, is almost its own character in this film. Born in Recife, the director—nicknamed KMF—has put down deep roots there and, in an act that is both protest and homage, has built his career telling stories set in the region.

It’s a protest because the country’s film and television industries are concentrated along the Rio–São Paulo axis, which often means stories about the Northeast and its people are told from the perspective of outsiders. And it’s an homage because Recife has long been a city of enormous importance to Brazil, especially culturally. The Northeastern capital is shaped by Dutch, Portuguese, Indigenous, and African influences. It is home to the first synagogue in the Americas and was the departure point for some of the first Jews who would later arrive in New York.

The Secret Agent tells the story of Marcelo, who is a technology specialist played by Wagner Moura, a Golden Globe nominee for best actor. And it demonstrates just how far the dictatorship reached, how it left no community untouched.

After moving from Recife to São Paulo for work, Marcelo returns to his home city in 1977, during the years of Brazil’s military dictatorship. The opening scene sets the film’s tone: A corpse lies abandoned at a roadside gas station in the countryside. No one—not even the station attendant—knows exactly what happened. Marcelo stops to refuel and, intrigued, tries to learn more. He fails. Two police officers arrive, notice the body, and do nothing. Instead, they intimidate Marcelo and extort a bribe before he can continue on his way.

Moura’s character continues, walking through Recife’s familiar streets and landmarks. Viewers feel a constant sense that every character is being watched and that everyone harbors secrets that may never come to light. KMF is unafraid of discomfort. His storytelling is not always easy to understand or immediately legible. It challenges audiences. The Secret Agent carries a weight and an uncertainty that resist precise description.

Most eerie, perhaps, is the feeling that The Secret Agent is being told by someone who does not know the entire story—or who, like my grandmother, has forgotten crucial parts of it.

Forgetting, in fact, is one of the film’s central themes. Marcelo retrieves his son in Recife, readying to flee the country as a powerful businessman from the Southeast hunts him. We never learn exactly why Marcelo is being pursued, and he himself seems unsure how his life reached that point. In the film’s final moments, we encounter Marcelo’s son, Fernando, now older and working at a blood donation center.

When asked about his father, he appears resentful—as if he has forgotten everything his father endured to survive.

This theme of memory is all too relevant in our world today as democracies around the world seem tempted to slide into dictatorship and autocracy. Here in Brazil, our memories of dictatorship frequently resurface in various ways, especially in recent years. We are a young democracy.

Memory is a powerful defense. The Spanish American philosopher George Santayana wrote in his 1905 book The Life of Reason that “those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” Many of us have heard that famous quote at least once, and some of us could quote it from memory. But how many of us know our great-grandparents’ full names? Great-great grandparents? How many of us are willing to pass down the painful stories that don’t reflect ourselves or our societies the way we want them to?

When we lose touch with our own stories, we are in danger. And if we, as individuals and as societies, fail to learn from the mistakes of the past, we will inevitably repeat them—not because we want to but because we are fallen creatures, living in a world that constantly confronts us with our own capacity for evil.

Long before Santayana put those words on the page, God had already said the same.

In Ecclesiastes 12:1, God calls his people to remember him in their youth. In Psalm 105, the psalmist urges them to remember the wonders and mighty acts God performed on their behalf. In Isaiah 46:9, God commands his people to remember the former things of old. Throughout Scripture, remembering is not merely the preservation of memory; it is a command to learn, to allow what has happened in the past to shape how we walk toward the future, striving for what is good, true, and beautiful.

The Christian practice of the Lord’s Supper carries immeasurable spiritual significance, and it is also deeply formative in this respect. By repeating the same ritual again and again, we train our minds to remember that Jesus Christ died, rose again, and will return. “Do this in remembrance of me” (1 Cor. 11:24), Jesus tells his disciples. He knew his followers would have short memories, memories that often reject him and rush toward sin and addiction.

When God’s people forget what he has said or done, they do not simply lose information; they actively reject instruction. In Judges 3, when Israel “forgot the Lord” (v. 7) and worshiped the Baals and the Asherahs, they rejected the very first commandment given in Exodus 20: “You shall have no other gods before me” (v. 3).

We become what we learn and what we fail to learn. We are today the sum of what we have managed to remember and practice, whether consciously or not.

If Walter Salles’ I’m Still Here, another Brazilian film that left its mark in last year’s Golden Globes, places a magnifying glass over the suffering of a family during the military dictatorship, The Secret Agent goes further, removing that lens and forcing us to confront society as a whole, a society that has trouble remembering.

The Secret Agent tells the story of a father who does everything he can to save himself and his son, only to fall into the hands of his persecutors; of a son who moves on with his life and forgets what truly happened; and of a society condemned to face the same villains over and over because it forgets its past. Amid this sea of forgetting, may we as Christians be a people who engage in the radical act of remembering: recollecting both the evil that surrounds and tempts us and the goodness of God, who writes our stories and carries us forward.

Mariana Albuquerque is project manager for CT Translations.

Books
Review

Decoding the Supreme Court

Three books to read this month on politics and public life.

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Sarah Isgur, Last Branch Standing: A Potentially Surprising, Occasionally Witty Journey Inside Today’s Supreme Court (Crown, 2026)

With a purported 6–3 conservative majority, why is it that the Supreme Court is taking on fewer cases and overturning fewer precedents? Why is the Trump administration more likely to lose than win its cases that reach the high court?

Sarah Isgur would love to tell you. Isgur, an editor at SCOTUSblog, has served in all three branches of government. Legal nerds will recognize her as host of The Dispatch’s flagship podcast, Advisory Opinions. (I overlapped with Isgur during my employment there.)

With the legislature mired in dysfunction and the executive branch making audacious power grabs, Isgur invites readers to better appreciate the Supreme Court’s role in preserving the rule of law. She acknowledges that the countermajoritarian institution is guaranteed to make all sides mad at some point or another, which is exactly what it has done. Currently, more Americans disapprove of the Court than approve of it.

But using her signature entertaining style to demystify both the high court and the justices who serve on it, Isgur mounts a defense of the court that is as credible as it is disarming. While an outspoken conservative herself, Isgur wants readers to take into account more than just the justices’ political dispositions and also measure their orientation to upholding institutions versus disrupting them. While pundits and partisans are quick to reach for a 6–3 split to explain the court’s ideological makeup, Isgur makes the case that it looks more like 3–3–3. That’s only one of many valuable insights in what I found to be an entertaining and informative read.

Jacob Siegel, The Information State: Politics in the Age of Total Control (Henry Holt and Co., 2026)

In his book debut, Tablet special features editor Jacob Siegelargues that modern society is in the grip of a surveillance state perpetuated by Big Tech, politicians, and a technocratic elite.

The boogeymen of Siegel’s work are primarily presidents (early on, Woodrow Wilson, and in the latter half of the book, Barack Obama), the national security complex (particularly the CIA), Silicon Valley tech companies (primarily Google), a technocratic elite (various figures), and the media (though there is little mention of the apparatus of right-wing press).

Under the guise of combating misinformation, this public–private partnership promotes sanctioned messages with the unquestioning devotion of religious zealots. Siegel cites examples of shifting public health messaging during the COVID-19 pandemic and social causes like Black Lives Matter. Those who run afoul of orthodoxy may find themselves the target of conspiracies themselves (like Donald Trump with Russiagate) or deplatformed. Meanwhile, the media suppressed damaging information on political allies.

Siegel raises legitimate questions about the reach of Silicon Valley giants, the actions of the national security apparatus, and the ability of the national press to hold experts and elites sufficiently accountable. But the book’s interesting premise undercuts its own effectiveness through selective and unbalanced anecdotes. It is largely silent on Republican errors while hypersensitive to Democratic abuses. Although Siegel decries the dangers of echo chambers, his work seems unlikely to make much headway outside its own.

Ben Sasse, The Vanishing American Adult: Our Coming-of-Age Crisis—and How to Rebuild a Culture of Self-Reliance (St. Martin’s Griffin, 2017)

When I was a cub reporter, one of my early assignments was to cover Supreme Court Justice Brett Kavanaugh’s confirmation hearing. Calling the hearing contentious is an understatement; the upshot of that assignment was that I rapidly became familiar with the judiciary committee. I still remember one rant from a wonky, young senator from Nebraska who concluded that really, Americans needed to watch more Schoolhouse Rock! That senator was Ben Sasse.

A few years later, Sasse would leave Congress to become president of the University of Florida. Today, having taken on the behemoths of politics and education, he’s now facing a different beast entirely: a diagnosis of metastasized, stage-four pancreatic cancer. It’s not often that politicians do hourlong interviews that I would universally recommend as worth your time, but Sasse’s recent interview with Sola Media on mortality is a must-watch.

After you’re done with the interview, you may be inclined to pick up one of his books. I recommend The Vanishing American Adult. In it, Sasse contends that there is a “coming-of-age crisis” among American youth. This generation of unprepared adults, he argues, poses a great threat to the health of the American experiment. The uptick in mental health diagnoses, entertainment media addictions, and vices like pornography and overconsumption are pervasive challenges. The last few years have shown his prescient thesis undersold these issues.

Some of his corrections to encourage the cultivation of virtue and discipline for children are out of reach for all but select families: Not everyone can send a 14-year-old to a cattle farm or take the family abroad for a month. But other remedies are actionable. Expose kids to hard work, to people older and wiser, and to excellent literature. Do what you can to cultivate virtue, and that sometimes includes learning to suffer well.

While his remedies for these ills are too modest to combat the scale of the problems, his current vivid example of enduring suffering shows that he has done what many politicians have not—to practice what he’s preached.

Harvest Prude is national political correspondent at Christianity Today.

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Jan Karon Looks Back on 89 Years of God’s Faithfulness

The author of the Mitford Years series married at 14, protested segregation, and wrote her first book at 57.

A portrait of Jan Karon.
Christianity Today March 13, 2026
Image courtesy of Jen Fariello Photography

Roughly 80 years ago, Christian novelist Jan Karon, creator of the beloved 15-volume Mitford Years series, stood in front of a mirror and told herself she would be a writer.

Roughly five years ago, the New York Times best-selling author felt like she lost her “reason to live.”

Karon, whose books have sold tens of millions of copies, has lived a life as rich and varied as the characters in her stories. Tomorrow she turns 89.

Although Karon is adamant that she writes for a secular audience, her books bear a decidedly religious outlook. “So many people don’t know that God loves them,” she told CBS in 2005. “[But] he made us and that makes us pretty interesting to him.”

Karon’s central protagonist in the Mitford Years series is Father Tim Kavanagh, an Episcopal priest in a rural mountain town in the American South. A lifelong bachelor, he rebuffs romantic overtures, takes in a loveable but neglected boy, wins the affection of an oversize stray dog, and marries at age 62, all while providing a bit of hope—and laughter—to scores of neighbors in need of community.

Readers have found the same comfort in the books, longing to live in a place like Mitford.

Like Father Tim’s marriage, Karon’s literary career began later in life. She published her first book, At Home in Mitford, at age 57. But her spiritual story began 14 years earlier when she gave her life to Jesus. She detailed this journey in a letter to her acquaintence Jo, stored today with her papers at the University of Virginia archives. Karon invited Jo to also follow Christ, adding that she hoped she had not offended her in any way.

This typical gentle spirit comes through in Karon’s reassuring words to Jo, which in describing conversion may also describe the two halves of Karon’s life. “In abandoning what we were, we begin to find out who we are,” she wrote. “And who we are is, well, it’s a whole lot of what we were.”

Young Karon had it rough. Janice Meredith Wilson was born on March 14, 1937, in the Blue Ridge foothills of North Carolina. At age 3 she saw her parents divorce, and she went to live with her maternal grandparents. A self-described anxious and quiet nail biter, Karon would sit on the porch churning butter as “Mama” told stories. She slept on a bed made from furniture-mill scraps, where she would read a copy of Robert Frost’s poems bought with the family egg money.

First-grade teacher Nan Downs brought Karon out of her shell by encouraging her to write on the blackboard and clap the erasers. Around age 10, Karon wrote a tale inspired by Gone with the Wind and won the short story contest at school. Two years later, she moved to Charlotte, North Carolina, with her mother, who had by then remarried. But at age 14, she dropped out of school to marry Robert Freeland, eloping to South Carolina, where it was still legal to wed so young. One year later, Karon gave birth to her only child, Candace. And at age 18, after a gun accident left her husband paralyzed, she divorced him and took a receptionist job at an advertising agency in Charlotte.

Bored of answering the phone, she started proposing ad copy. With a developing career, in her early 20s Karon married Bill Orth, a Unitarian chemist active in theater circles. She further nurtured her love of the creative arts, and in the early 1960s she launched “the South’s only independent literary quarterly,” Response, which won the praise of Harlem Renaissance leader Langston Hughes.

Race issues became important to Karon. At age 23, she joined one of Charlotte’s first civil rights protests, marching against segregated lunch counters. She fondly recalls holding placards next to two “Southern sisters” in their 80s, decked out in their hats, gloves, and pearl necklaces. Angry men shouted, spat, and threw lit matches as they walked by. But by the late 1960s, she and Orth divorced, and Karon married and obtained her now-famous last name from Arthur Karon, a clothing salesman.

Arthur moved the family to Berkeley, California, but they divorced three years later. Describing the city as “often in a state of civil warfare” due to the protest movements, Karon told Jo she felt her life was “breaking into fragments, coming apart in oddly-shaped pieces.” She longed for the familiarities of home, like Hickman’s Drug Store’s five-cent ice cream and fancy hats at church on Sunday. Yet she hated her past and its “death centered” Christianity. Her grandparents, she complained, kept an Old Testament household.

“It was all locusts, fleas, and floods,” Karon told CT. “Pick your nose and go to hell.”

Only later did she learn the lesson that “nothing pushed on us can soften the heart. … [That] only comes from being loved.”

In 1970, Karon, who by then was thrice divorced, brought Candace back to Charlotte, where she resumed her advertising career. Though Karon recalled the comforting image of Jesus holding a lamb, she dabbled in Eastern religions. Still discontented, she took a six-week road trip to New England in a rundown Volkswagen bus before settling down in an old farmhouse deep in the North Carolina countryside.

Living on subsistence wages as she did freelance advertising work, Karon called the next two years a “healing process”—both the most trying and the most nourishing time in her life. Contemplating azaleas blooming from the earthen-red clay, she began to pray.

Karon’s fledgling faith survived a 1974 move away from quiet farm life as she occasionally attended a “liberal” church and prayed from time to time, she wrote to Jo. Her career improved steadily, but five years later at age 42, Karon lost her job as a TV producer. A turning point came in May 1980, when for the first time she fell to her knees to pray.

“I don’t know what to pray for,” Karon told God. “I’m just here, and I need help and just change me.” She asked God simply to be gentle with her.

Nothing happened. Perhaps that was the answer she needed. There was no clap of thunder, no angels at her bedside, she said. If anything, she was afraid God would send her to Africa as a missionary. But slowly, everything changed. Little by little, Karon said, she learned that God loved her—and even more slowly, that God also forgave her. 

Life carried on, only more successfully. In 1987, Karon and a colleague won the advertising industry’s top Steven E. Kelly Award for their ad and split a $100,000 prize. A year later she quit her job, traded her Mercedes for a used Toyota, and moved back to the country in hope of becoming a writer.

The idea for Father Tim came in a vision of sorts as Mitford unfolded in her mind. Aware that a Baptist preacher conjured too many negative literary stereotypes, Karon crafted him as an Episcopalian, she said. His life began as a weekly serial publication in the local Blowing Rocket newspaper of Blowing Rock, North Carolina. Karon drew the illustrations. They paid her with a free copy of the 10-cent paper.

Circulation surged. But despite the local acclaim, Karon struggled through 11 publishing house rejections before Lion, a small Christian press, accepted At Home in Mitford. Two novels followed, as she used all her marketing skills to self-promote the books. But there was no national market for wholesome stories of simple characters, let alone with a Christian theme, Karon told World magazine. People preferred Stephen King.

“I don’t give you much of a ride. I just give you sort of a float!” Karon stated. “A lot of people tell me that my books put them to sleep, and I consider that a huge compliment.”

Her breakthrough came through well-connected word of mouth. Karon’s friend shared the first Mitford book with the owner of a bookstore in Raleigh. The owner then passed it on to a New York agent, who put it before an editor at Viking Penguin—who happened to be the daughter of a Lutheran minister. In 1996, the publisher purchased all three titles.

By the end of the decade, Karon was a best-selling author.

In 2000, Karon moved to a historic farm near Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello estate in Virginia. More novels followed, including A Common Life, a retrospective look at Father Tim’s wedding adventure; In This Mountain, where the now-retired cleric watches his adopted son become a veterinarian; and Shepherds Abiding, a Christmas quest to restore a derelict Nativity scene.  

Karon even wrote a Mitford-themed cookbook.

But some controversy came with the 2007 publication of Home to Holly Springs. After receiving a cryptic unsigned letter asking Father Tim to return to the Mississippi hometown he has long left behind, the priest discovers he has a long-lost Black half brother.

The Virginia archive reveals some readers were grateful the nonpolitical Mitford series now confronted racism. Others were offended. Karon chaffed at the notion that this was a new turn in her writing. Over the course of the novels, Miss Sadie, an elderly member of Father Tim’s congregation, develops a warm relationship with her friend Louella, who is Black and moved from the city to be her caretaker.

Yet Karon was deliberate with the Holly Springs story line. It is common in the South to have unknown siblings and unacknowledged interracial extended family, she said, though the issue is never talked about. And since Father Tim from earlier stories lamented being an only child, she decided to fix that.

“I gave him a brother,” Karon said, “and the reader a look at brotherhood.”

Karon’s work is celebrated by Christians and non-Christians alike—and suitably adapted by both audiences. In 2003, Focus on the Family produced At Home in Mitford as a radio drama. Fourteen years later, The Hallmark Channel produced it as a made-for-TV rom-com.

Karon’s publishing pace has since slowed amid a family tragedy. She published her 14th Mitford book in 2017, followed by a Father Tim compendium of spiritual nuggets the year after. But in 2021, her daughter died of pancreatic cancer at the age of 68, throwing the author into despair. She told CT she lost her desire to live, as Candace was the “sunshine” in her life.

Some preached sermons at her—Aren’t you a Christian?—as Karon struggled with depression, she said. But she went to God on her knees, honest about her faults and mistakes. And then, she threw herself into a different kind of storytelling.

That year, Karon founded The Mitford Museum and housed it in her former North Carolina elementary school. Its first gallery is her first-grade classroom, returning full circle to Nan Downs and the influence she had on a frightened country girl. Currently the project is constructing the Mitford Discovery Center, a hands-on workshop and art space meant to help others uncover the hidden gifts they have to offer the world.

“To be seen is marvelous,” Karon said.

And last October, she published her 15th Mitford novel, My Beloved, resurrecting an unfinished short story she rediscovered while navigating her grief. It’s a whimsical tale, and Karon said that remembering Candace gave it a depth that goes beyond the surface-level laughter. She is now researching for a new book about 16th-century Italy following a monthlong visit to the country.

Perhaps Karon’s journey has been more adventurous than those of her village-settled characters. But as she told Jo, who she is now, after following Jesus, retains a whole lot of what she was before. From falling apart in Berkeley to finding a new story in Rome, from joining protest marches to writing about interracial families, from discovering God’s love to illustrating it for others through Father Tim, Jan Karon has been a witness to millions.

“This is life,” she said, “and it taught me how to write books.”

Additional reporting by Harvest Prude.

Correction: An earlier version of this article misstated that Karon contemplated suicide after her daughter’s death. It also misstated the relationship between the characters Miss Sadie and Louella.

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