Sometimes, a return to darkness doesn’t begin with a thunderclap, but with a microphone and a sentence that sounds like it was lifted from a 1425 catechism. “God has an order,” recently declared Paula White-Cain, head of Donald Trump’s Faith Office – proclaiming with holy conviction that women must “submit” to men. The scene resembled a sketch from a satirical theater – one the modern world should have long since outgrown: Stars and Stripes in the background, and in the foreground, a woman solemnly managing the lofty office of her own subordination. You might laugh, if it weren’t so grave. You might cry, if it weren’t so predictable. But this is no accident. It’s a program. Heaven as Constitutional Authority. In Trump’s second America, the invocation of divine order has become a new secular law. Where once the Constitution spoke, now the Bible does. More precisely: a carefully curated interpretation of passages best suited for discipline. The woman as a footnote to the man – thus it is written, thus it is preached. That this message comes from a woman – Paula White-Cain, evangelical televangelist and Trump’s longtime spiritual advisor – is no coincidence but a calculated choreography. Voluntary submission is rebranded as moral triumph. The patriarch is not the problem – it’s those who refuse to obey his order. They call it spiritual warfare. With a smile.
The Faith Office is not a classical agency. It is a resonance chamber for moral rollback. Here, sin is defined, and substance dictated. And the woman? She must submit. Full stop. Anyone thinking this is merely religious fervor is mistaken: White-Cain, who regularly presents herself in televised sermons as a vessel for divine command, now acts as the ideological steward of an order that does not protect women but confines them – to privacy, to silence, to prayer. That such words are once again publicly declared – not in a dusty basement of fundamentalism, but beneath the flag of the White House – speaks volumes about the state of America, more than any poll could. Trump, who loves to play the messiah of “common sense,” delegates the finer details to the faithful. While he preaches tariffs, others preach the restoration of hierarchy. It’s a division of labor lifted straight from the handbook of authoritarian regimes: the man governs, faith legitimizes, the woman obeys. And so a new order emerges – where everything is in its place, as long as that place belongs to the past. Amen now means: Be silent.
It’s no coincidence this reporting comes from Raw Story, a platform dedicated to progress. For where mainstream media remain silent or equivocate, it is often only the inconvenient observers who point out the repetition of history: the quiet return to a world where obedience is virtue and dissent is disease. White-Cain, whose influence within the "Office of Faith and Opportunity Initiatives" has steadily grown, acts not merely as a preacher, but as the political architect of a new American puritanism. Her theology of submission is no private belief – it’s public policy. “If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.” Perhaps that line should hang above the entrance of the Faith Office. Right next to a sign reading: “Women to the back, please.” For in Trump’s America, Heaven is back in government. And as everyone knows: God may be above – but the man most certainly sits in the chair below.
As with all things Trump, not one degree, not one qualification, not one hint of actual experience or expertise. These demagogues wouldn’t stand a chance in the presence of an academic expert, be it RFK and medicine, Hegseth and the military, Trump and the economy, or White-Cain (what a revealing name?!) and matters of religion. The only upside I can see at the moment with regards to the spiritual landscape of America is that there is a massive revival in moderate, progressive and deconstructionist Christianity. White Protestant-evangelicalism is dying. Good riddance. I wonder how long the rotting corpse of MAGA-Christ will be left untouched, in its Stalinesque glass coffin and mausoleum.
That’s an astute observation — and painfully accurate. What we’re witnessing isn’t leadership, it’s performance art for the aggrieved. These figures thrive not despite their ignorance, but because of it. Their entire appeal rests on anti-intellectualism, on the illusion that “common sense” and loud certainty can replace study, nuance, and experience. And yet, beneath the noise, something hopeful is stirring. You’re right: a quiet revolution is taking place in American spirituality. Progressive, justice-oriented, and theologically honest movements are gaining ground. Deconstruction isn’t destruction — it’s healing. The old idols are crumbling, even as their worshipers cling harder than ever. Let them have their glass coffins. The rest of us are moving on.