It would make me very, very happy if people all over social media could stop referring to "Baby, It's Cold Outside" as "the date rape song." If we can't have a little playful romantic banter in a song without detecting rape at the bottom of it, I think there's something wrong somewhere. Not only is it a sign of massive cultural hypersensitivity, but I'd argue it's disrespectful to actual date rape victims.READ FULL ARTICLE »
When a Colorado cake baker declined, on religious grounds, to make a cake for a homosexual "marriage," a gay couple sued him and a judge ordered him to make cakes for same-sex "weddings." He was also viciously attacked in the press for being a homophobe.
But when THIS man called bakeries asking them to bake him a cake celebrating traditional marriage, THIRTEEN of them refused to do so. Waiting for the press, the courts, and all fair-minded people everywhere to go after them. . . .READ FULL ARTICLE »
James Taranto borrows this very useful term from scholar Barbara Oakley to describe the aftermath of the terrorist killings in Sydney. We're being exhorted to remember that the killer "must have loved ones, too" -- despite his alleged murder of his ex-wife. Unfortunate choice of words.
On Facebook, E. Stephen Burnett points out that it's not just the secular world that has a dangerous tendency to exercise pathological altruism: "For the first time I think I recognized that this kind of enablement/pacifistic/false 'forgiveness' response to others' abuse of power is just an extreme version of many evangelicals' response to emotional, spiritual or even sexual abusers."
We'd like to congratulate BreakPoint feature writer Rachel McMillan, who just signed her first book contract with Harvest House Publishers! Look for "The Bachelor Girl's Guide to Murder" next winter!READ FULL ARTICLE »
In a December 1987 Christianity Todaycolumn, Chuck Colson described a well-publicized and staged event for Prison Fellowship supporters. Chuck himself had preached the crowd to tears. But in a follow-up session the next day, a prisoner said he’d been most touched not by the celebrities but by the more common volunteers who had subsequently eaten lunch with the inmates.
Take a look at the trailer for Disney-Pixar’s next movie, "Inside Out," and tell me it doesn’t look like pure brilliance. The basic premise seems to be a two-level character cast: There are the people—in this case a family of three—whose everyday lives provide the comic fodder for the second tier of stars, who appear to be the personified emotions of those people. Anger, Sadness, Disgust, and Love all appear as minion-like beasties who sit behind an instrument panel and control the first-tier characters' words and actions. READ FULL ARTICLE »
In the ’80s, my late wife, Judy, and I were not yet Christians, and actually made fun of her sisters who were born-again Christians. At that time, one of Judy’s boys was heavily into drugs. Not just marijuana, but heavy-duty drugs of all types. Not only that, but he was also dealing. No matter what we tried, we couldn’t get him to stop. We were at our wits’ end, and Judy lived each night in fear that she was going to receive a call telling her he was either in the morgue or jail. She had lost his twin brother from SIDS when he was three months old, and now if she lost him, it would be too much for her. She cried every day. READ FULL ARTICLE »