A motto for our times (from the lips of the Time Traveller in H. G. Wells’s The Time Machine): “I remarked indeed a clumsy swaying of the machine, for which I was unable to account. But my mind was too confused to attend to it, so with a kind of madness growing upon me, I flung myself into futurity.”

Phil Christman, providing the best, most succinct, description of Trump’s worldview that I’ve encountered:

More than anything, Trump proclaimed, and still proclaims, nearly every time he opens his mouth, through all manner of self-contradiction, a fundamental worldview premised on the idea that misfortune is personally discrediting, ugly, embarrassing, and rightly to be shunned, an economy of winners and losers I well recognize. He will contradict himself on every other point, but he never wavers from that one. This worldview is, of course, a direct contradiction of everything Christ taught by word, and even more by deed. Trump hates losers. In the incarnation, God broke metaphysics in order to become one.

Part of the Bowman clan studying at the library on Thursday before our Community Group