Growing up in evangelical circles, I was practically marinated in end-times theology. The Antichrist, Gog and Magog, the head wound, the mark of the beast—it was all there, baked into our dinner table conversations and Sunday school lessons. If a politician sneezed in the wrong direction, someone was ready with a chart, a Bible, and a laser pointer to prove they were the Antichrist. For a while, it felt like every world leader got a turn in the hot seat.... Read more















