No Country for Old Men Without Borders
In the past six months I’ve come across two pastoral letters imploring Christians to think kindly toward the millions of foreign invaders that crossed our borders illegally.
In the past six months I’ve come across two pastoral letters imploring Christians to think kindly toward the millions of foreign invaders that crossed our borders illegally.
Those enchanted by a dystopian existence are apparently OK with living in a pathological environment, one that has “almost no qualities of a sane, wise, productive, creative environment that we would wish for ourselves” (Iain McGilchrist).
It’s no secret. Progressives love to dress up and show the world they care.
“The fox knows many truths, but the hedgehog knows one big thing.”
In the world you will have . . . the content of their character, coming out as . . .
2025. Those of us striving to maintain the good, the true, the beautiful, and our precious homeland felt a hard-to-name force displacing us from the “past, people, place, and prayer” (Kingsnorth).
A storm is blowing us apart. And as was experienced in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, we feel a pervasive sense of displacement, of being refugees in our own country, of living in the space before and after the imposed transformation of our culture.
Charlie Kirk – devoted husband, father, and follower of Jesus – was assassinated. Churches must speak of his faithful, courageous outspoken Christian witness and of his martyrdom.