“He resented that God had created him without his permission, and he resented that he had no God to resent.”
Like a Good Conscience
“After my conscience rose from the dead, it wasn’t even acting sick.”
7 Reasons for Unmasking the Masks
Introduction: If you want to start with a little background information, here is an article for dentists on the efficacy of masks in preventing infection, written about four years ago. It is recent ...
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Angels Unawares
“There was a preacher there, though, standing on the end of a watering trough outside a saloon. He did not have much of the love of God about him, he looked like nothing on earth, and he was full of hatred for sin.”
Letters on Masks and Black Lives
God's Sovereignty and Disease: Notwithstanding questionable fiscal decisions and political haymaking, COVID-19 kills a lot of people and social distancing does keep it from spreading. ...
The Majesty of the Law
“The judge, Jeffrey Chalmers, was a big man in every sense of the word. He was three-hundred pounds, but tall and muscular, about six and a half feet, and he had bushy eyebrows, and a fierce mustache. When he had his robe on, and was up behind that mahogany bench, he was visibly formidable. Not all the defendants who came before him would plead guilty, but all of them wanted to.”
The Binariest of Choices
Introduction: Last Friday when I left the office to head home, I was greeted out on the sidewalk by a liberal lady (who would self-identify as an evangelical, if that helps, which it shouldn’t) who was masked up, carrying a poster that chided Christ Church for having held a joint service last Sunday. Our problem …
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Book of the Month/July 2020
Happy Fourth of July, and sorry this book-of-the-month selection is a few days late. May all your fireworks go off vertically, and not horizontally. May you and your household come to grasp how bad the House of Hanover was to the cause of liberty, and how good they were compared to our present regime. As …
A Formidable Tribunal Indeed
“He had felt as though he were going up before an implacable and terrible feminine tribunal. In his imagination, he was going to walk up to a table, with her standing behind it, a stern and beautiful expression on her face. He was going to spread all his innards out on the table before her, and he was then going to give her a huge wooden mallet, and she would do as she pleased. Given the high insult his declaration of love would naturally be to someone as noble as she was, he was confident that she would wield that heavy mallet with a will. And yet he loved her still.”
Another James O’Keefe Still Shot
