‘Effing Feminists? Possibly. Not sure. But Probably.

I recently posted this over at Eating Anarcrow and received numerous emails attacking both the creator of the t-shirt and my ”advertisement” of her shirt. Apparently, I am ”supposed to know better.” Pfft. That’s a hoot. While it very well may be the case that I should know better, it’s precisely because I don’t know better that I ran the... Read More

I’m Going to Jesus Camp! (And, quite possibly, hell): Five Questions with Becky Fischer

Big week here at The Amish Jihadist. We have with us one very special lady. It’s none other than children’s minister extraordinaire (though yet to make the cover of Rolling Stone), Becky Fischer! I thought about opening with the whole introduction thing, but then I was like, ‘Eh, that’s seems silly. They know who she is.’ (If not, follow this link to... Read More

No One Would Publish This Comic About John Howard Yoder (Doing Stand-Up)

Catchier than my normal post title, right? A year or so ago, Zak and I created a three page story where Super-Mennonite decides to do stand-up comedy, with his act basically being predicated on ridiculously stupid misogynistic jokes. The real joke is that the bit is dedicated to John Howard Yoder. I thought it was pretty funny because no one was ever really discussing his sexism,... Read More

Par for the course (all the king’s horses)

The lovely people at Slacktivist ran a commentary on this photo (that probably doesn’t require a commentary, but why not?) where I believe the wonderful Mr. Fred Clark gives too much credit to Billy Graham. . . . and all the king’s men… Accusing Franklin of using his father as a political prop (no accusation necessary, it’s true), Clark suggests Billy is... Read More

The Real Pansy (Division) and the D.O.D.

Recently, Mark Driscoll referred to pacifists as pansies. I can only assume he’s not referring to the flower, as that wouldn’t make much sense (then again, we are talking about Mark D here). Apparently, he’s using the term in the sense of being a ‘fairy’, a ‘sissy’, a ‘fag’ or some other bit of ‘re-remodeling’ account... Read More

Why “First Things” still sucks

I love Stephen Webb. I do. I love that guy so much that I was like, “Steve, you’ve got to contribute to the second volume of The Peaceable Kingdom Series!” He’s a smart guy. He made the book better. But in this article, click right here, he makes assumptions about something called “pacifism” that a first year divinity student would find embarrassing... Read More

No More ‘Neo-Anabaptism’, Please

I feel like I have a lot to say on this topic, but, to be honest, I’m not sure I care enough–which, I think, may go hand in hand with this soon-to-be hackneyed observation of mine: It seems that the only people not interested in Neo-Anabaptism, despite all the branded/popular Christian writers trendily screaming about it from their well-funded pulpits and podiums, are... Read More

The Adventures of Dean, Andy, and Jesus (as they pass through Hell)

If I had to take a guess as to the three most important, most beloved, most adored male figures in the history of my beloved home state of North Carolina, I would venture to guess that it would be Jesus, Dean Smith, and Andy Griffith. Though, not necessarily in that order. This, of course, adds much to my confusion. After all, in the past few years, NC has proven to be one of the... Read More

When Bombs Start Flashing

In case you were wondering, the title is from a Bad Religion song. It’s called Atomic Garden. The line is, “I like the 4th of July/when bombs start flashing.” I think they were trying to be prophetic. I don’t know. Anyway, I just thought I would leave today’s post in their hands. I just don’t have the energy to write the obligatory “Independence... Read More

The Death of a Southern Saint (Why I have a friend in Jack)

With the death of Will Campbell I can only feel a little less hopeful about the prospects for Christianity (at least in North America). Yes, Southern Christianity somehow, miraculously–despite itself, even–produced this wonderful saint, so . . . there’s always hope. And, of course, we have the memory of Campbell, along with his writings and a solid record of his... Read More