David McElroy

If a 22-foot-high golden statue of a narcissistic ruler doesn’t remind you of the golden calf, you probably aren’t very familiar with a certain story about the children of Israel in the Sinai desert.

And the people who endorsed this colossal monument to ego seem to think that if they keep saying, “It’s not a golden calf,” people will believe them. Sadly, many naive victims will do anything to avoid accepting that they’ve been snookered by a narcissistic con man.

I rarely talk about Donald Trump in a serious way anymore, but the recent unveiling of a golden statue of Trump — dedicated by Christian and Jewish clergy — was so outrageous that I had to try one more time. It’s painful to realize that many of my fellow Christians still haven’t accepted that their support of Trump is very much like the Israelites’ worship of a golden calf 3,500 years ago.

So I made a two-minute video late last night about this Trumpian “golden calf.” It’s embedded below.

In the video, I accidentally said the story of the golden calf was from about 1,500 years ago, but I was off by about 2,000 years. The story is actually said to have taken place about 3,500 years ago.

Fellow Christians, stop making excuses for this lying narcissist. This isn’t about ideology or politics. It’s about decency and core moral values.

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I’ve been making book recommendations for many years, but I’m not sure I’ve ever actually written out a formal list. I’ve done that now — and it was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

Although I can strongly recommend each of the 10 books on this list, I can’t say these are the 10 books I’d most recommend over everything else. There are a few that would be on any list of my favorite books, but beyond that, there might be 40 or 50 that I feel equally strongly about.

Even worse, I feel as though I would have different lists for different kinds of people and for different circumstances.

As a result, I think I’m going to try to maintain a top 1o list, but the books on that list are going to change over time. In addition, I’m going to add some speciality lists at some point — because these first 10 do no more than scratch the surface of what I’d like you to read.

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It’s been six months since I lost Lucy. I like to believe she’s patiently waiting at the gates of heaven — ready for the reunion when I meet her again one day.

I still think about this sweet and faithful companion every single day. If you’ve ever had a dog who you loved, you’ll understand.

When I put the key into my front door when I return home each day, part of me still waits to hear the sound of her tail hitting the door as she realizes I’ve returned.

When I get up in the morning, part of me still feels compelled to get her leash and take her for the first walk of the day — something she loved so much. At night, part of me wants to take her for one last walk before bed, because each walk made her so happy.

But I can’t do those things, because the World’s Happiest Dog isn’t here anymore.

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