In the first place, I would like to draw your attention to this chart helpfully supplied at the web site of one Rachel Held Evans. I will give you a second to go take a gander. As you do so, I would invite you to remember that what is sauce for the gander is sauce for the gaze. Or something like that.
Now that you are back, two quick points on the merits, and then I would like to move on to the aspect of this that really is wheeze-worthy.
First, persecution is defined by the Scriptures, and not by theological liberals who are in the process of shifting their loyalties over to the other side. The Lord Jesus defines persecution to include verbal abuse (Matt. 5:11). And Paul says Isaac was persecuted by Ishmael because he was laughed at (Gal. 4:29). So we are not limited to an entirely arbitrary list on a chart of false alternatives.
But second, I quite agree that conservative Christians ought not to be whining about any of this. There is nothing here to surprise us, and subbing in Winter Holiday for Christmas is not exactly a fiery trial yet.
I have discussed these points more thoroughly here.
So now, here is the fun part. Rachel Held Evans is lecturing us all on how we ought to be grown ups, and not get an owie on our feelings when a cashier neglects to acknowledge that Jesus is the reason for the season. Okay, but she is the same person who quoted from my book Fidelity last year. Before doing so, she cordoned off the offensive quote with a bright yellow “trigger warning: rape, sexual abuse.” Her post was written in a high dudgeon, for had I not said that the sexual act — when not performed by non-Euclideans — was not an egalitarian pleasuring party? I had done so, I confess it, and would be willing to say it again, if anybody would just ask.
On that occasion, she led the charge of a brigade of church ladies of both sexes, and they were apparently in search of a swooning couch, crying out as they went for the smelling salts of public apologies from those who differed with them, and in a number of other ways they all displayed the firm independence of the modern woman.
So I will conclude with a paraphrase and modification of an exhortation that she delivered to us at that time.
When your brother in Christ tells you that your words trigger upsetting images of it being always winter and never Christmas, and all those poor animals turned to stone, especially the baby squirrel, you should listen to him, not dismiss him.
But in order to do that, you will have to drop the Turkish Delight of your boxed egalitarianism, and get off the sled.