“I’m going to be a Samford cheerleader an Auburn cheerleader!”

My four-year-old grinned in the rearview, eyes crinkled, already splitting her loyalty between mom and dad’s alma mater and an SEC empire – the inescapable second religion of Alabama. Since then, our Samford indoctrination attempts have kept pace: campus visits, bulldog stuffies, a fight song or two.

But at times, I find myself hesitating.

Not because I prefer a public university. Rather, it’s because I no longer trust what’s being packaged as “Christian” on so many Christ-professing private campuses.

Progressive theological drift rarely announces itself with a label. It borrows the vocabulary of justice, love and compassion, while quietly rewiring the moral scaffolding beneath.

My husband and I take responsibility for our

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