It is The Culture, Stupid
This afternoon I searched, in vain, for someone to articulate the argument I am about to lay out and could find nobody. The nearest.
This afternoon I searched, in vain, for someone to articulate the argument I am about to lay out and could find nobody. The nearest.
It is hard to separate signal from noise in our current phase of [insert the word that escapes me] and perhaps that is the.
My father taught me every word of this, his poetry was of sweat, hard work, laughter, and words that could burn a youngling like.
I endeavored to write something, a gift to my children on fathers day this year. And perhaps not just for them, maybe to others.
I find that I actually miss the days when the Southern Poverty Law Center mattered. Back in the days when they would identify real.
I penned something about the SBC just a couple of hours ago and have thought deeply about it since. I know two things are.
I have watched with painful amazement and sadness the events occurring at the Southern Baptist Convention. Debating whether an issue is ‘major or minor’.
I come to it, at last, I come to the point of knowing only two things. It is fascinating how simplistically complex it all.
Something has gnawed at me for the last several weeks, thoughts related to the nature and future of the West; of the status of.
Occasionally the question floats across the ether of my desk in one form or another, “where did Q go?” That question perplexes many people.