I watch you every week as you repeatedly distort the truth,
as you attack journalists who come carrying facts.
as you vilify politicians who oppose your employer’s malfeasance,
as you categorically defend his every vile statement, every personal attack, every nonsensical Tweet, every baseless firing, every legislative assault.

I watch your face contort with the unmistakable tells of a person who doesn’t believe a word they’re saying; one who’s sold their soul and is now hopelessly trapped in a lie about a lie about a lie.

I wonder what Jesus-story you tell yourself, about the fact that every week you stand in front of a microphone and willingly perpetuate falsehoods that do great harm to millions of people?

That has to be rough—or maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s a breeze for you now. Maybe you’ve convinced yourself it’s somehow all the Lord’s work. Maybe you’ve been on this slippery slope of deception for so long that you actually believe the lies now too.

Or maybe your Jesus and my Jesus are just that different.

https://johnpavlovitz.com/2018/05/01/dear-sarah/