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Handing the Keys to Avivaâs Generation
By LONNIE KING If youâve followed RRLS for very long, youâve probably figured out that some of my most random trains of thought begin in equally random places. Sometimes itâs an old game show. Sometimes itâs a political headline. This week? Laundry detergent. More specifically, a Facebook ad for environmentally friendly detergent sheets. YesâŠI actually watched a Facebook ad all the way to theâŠ
"Do You Know Who I Know?"
How Donald Trump turned entitlement into a governing philosophy By LONNIE KING There may be no sentence that more efficiently communicates entitlement than this one: âDo you know who I am?â We recognize what it means immediately. It is rarely a sincere request for identification. It is not usually asked by someone who fears they have been forgotten. It is a warning. The speaker is tellingâŠ
Death Deserves Compassion; Legacy Deserves Honesty
By LONNIE KING The recent death of Senator Lindsey Graham prompted me to think about something I suspect many of us will wrestle with more than once in our lives. How should we respond when someone dies whose public life we found deeply disappointing? Iâve intentionally waited before writing these thoughts. Not because my opinions suddenly changed, but because I wanted to be certain I wasnâtâŠ
Even Superman Let the Atheist Stay in the Room
By LONNIE KING Somewhere in evangelical culture thereâs an unwritten bylaw that says: if someone believes something wildly different than you, put on your spiritual hazmat suit and back away slowly. Donât debate the atheist. Donât date the deconstructing ex-youth-pastor. Donât follow the guy on Instagram who âasks too many questions.â He might rub off on you. Hereâs the part nobody says outâŠ
A Sheriff Screamed "Who's Running This Show" and Somehow It Explained the Entire Federal Government
By LONNIE KING I was three cups of coffee deep into the weekend, scrolling Instagram the way you do when you should be doing literally anything else, when I ran into a reel that stopped my thumb cold. It featured a wildly-agitated man in a sheriffâs uniform, standing in a parking lot in Cleveland, Oklahoma â population somewhere south of 3,300 (the kind of town where the water tower probablyâŠ
The 24th: Camp Logan, Houston and the Sad History I Never Knew
By LONNIE KING Even though Iâve lived stretches of my adult life in San Antonio and the DallasâFort Worth metroplex, I still think of myself as a lifelong Houstonian. Houston is the place Iâve always come back to, the city Iâve defended, bragged on, and quietly believed was better than the rest of Texas when it came to race. Thatâs the myth I grew up with: Houston as the more diverse, moreâŠ
You Can't Claim Scripture and Cherry-Pick It Too
By LONNIE KING I came across a video recently that stopped me mid-scroll. Not because it was shocking, but because it was familiar. The creator described a conversation about Paul, biblical authority, and what we expect people to do with those teachings. It wasnât my conversation, but it might as well have been. Iâve seen versions of it play out enough times to recognize the patternâŠ
Can a Culture Survive on Trust Alone?
A Game Show Asked a Better Question Than I Expected By LONNIE KING Sometimes wisdom shows up in unexpected places. For me, it happened while watching a 1970s episode of To Tell the Truth. One of the contestants claimed to have founded a 500-person community in India called Auroville. The concept fascinated the celebrity panel. The community had no traditional government, no police force, andâŠ
The 10% Problem
By LONNIE KING Iâm writing this from Michigan, where Iâve spent the holiday weekend doing the most radical thing an American can apparently do in 2026: sitting in a room with family members and justâŠbeing with them. Iâm at my in-lawsâ house. And having a wonderful time. To be sure, I believe some of the people at this gathering see the political world very differently than I do. Iâm not goingâŠ
âWe Need You to Pay Upâ
By LONNIE KING I was scrolling past the usual noise last week when a video ad stopped me. James Talarico, the Texas Senate candidate I intend to vote for in November, was looking straight into the camera.  And because I legitimately believe in him, his political ethics and the way he comports himself in public, I will always pause a moment to watch and listen to what he may have to say. ThisâŠ
Happy 4th: âChristian Nationâ and Other Fairy Tales
By LONNIE KING Every Fourth of July, somewhere between the potato salad and the fireworks, someone will confidently declare that âAmerica was founded as a Christian nation.â Itâs usually delivered the way youâd deliver the weather: not as an opinion, but as a fact. A settled point. A done deal. And in the current religious and political climate we live in here in these United States ofâŠ
When Neutrality Feels Like Opposition
By LONNIE KING I was thinking recently about something Iâve seen for years in sports broadcastingâ Fans are absolutely convinced certain announcers hate their team. Not occasionally. Constantly. Iâve heard it my whole career. Used to participate in the complaining myself when I was younger. A national broadcaster praises the opposing team too much? Biased. A commentator criticizes a coachingâŠ
Are the Gates of Hell Prevailing?
Or Do We Just Not Know What They Wonât Prevail Against? By LONNIE KING Thereâs a verse in the Bible that gets quoted a lot whenever modern Christianity feels threatened. Jesus tells Peter: âUpon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.â (Matthew 16:18, KJV) For many people in modern American Christianity, that verse has become a kind ofâŠ
The Lessons Winners Never Learn
By LONNIE KING In 2015, at a campaign event in Iowa, Donald Trump dismissed Senator John McCain â a decorated war hero who spent more than five years as a prisoner of war, and presidential candidate in 2008 â by saying: âHe lost. ⊠I donât like losers.â It was a short remark, but it said a lot. It wasnât just an insult to McCain; it was a window into a worldview. The kind of worldview thatâŠ
What Will They Say About Us Someday?
By LONNIE KING I was watching a recent CNN segment when an unexpected thought crossed my mind. The discussion centered on reports that military personnel attending an upcoming UFC event at the White House would be required to meet specific fitness standards. Republican commentator Scott Jennings dismissed the story as fake news, citing information he said came from the White House. MomentsâŠ
Still Baptized in Baptists: If It Quacks Like MisogynyâŠ
By LONNIE KING I joke that Iâm a âformer Baptist,â but like glitter and Vacation Bible School songs, Baptists have a way of sticking to you long after you think youâve washed them off. I havenât been part of a Baptist church for a while now, and yet I still find myself weirdly obsessed with what the Southern Baptist Convention is up to. Itâs like watching your ex on Facebook: you donât want toâŠ
When âJust a Fanâ Doesnât Cut It: Nate Bargatze, UFC Freedom 250 and Complicity
By LONNIE KING Iâve never pretended to be a true MMA purist. Iâm not the person who can list every contender in every division or who faithfully watches the undercard on a random Friday night. But I am a fan of the spectacle: the nights when the lights are bright, the walkout music hits, and everything feels larger than life. When I was younger, that meant WrestleMania pay-per-views. I knewâŠ