SHANE​ WARREN

I have been thinking a great deal lately about the strange, sad little theatre of modern Christianity, especially the version that somehow wants to present itself as both endlessly persecuted and permanently entitled. You know the tone…

Every few years, a new word enters the cultural bloodstream and starts doing two jobs at once: it describes something real, and it becomes a proxy battle for every anxiety we’ve been carrying. “The manosphere” is one of those words.

For Christians around the world, it is holy. Sacred. Weighty. A day of reverence, grief, silence, and awe. It is wrapped in theology and symbol, prophecy and fulfilment, redemption and hope. It sits at the very centre of Christian memory.