“Fierce in his fearsome helmet that fighting champion stood,
Trusting in his tested strength, and his last trial faced,
With his blade and buckler he bent low and entered
Under the craggy cliffs—no coward that one!”
FAQs on Stickergate
Introduction: Since we dropped the news that my son and two of my grandsons are being prosecuted by the City of Moscow for stickering like good Americans, a few questions have naturally arisen. I thought I would take a brief moment to answer just a handful of them here. No particular order. Why at Night?: …
As Wyrd May Allow
“And I won’t back away
One step from my station, I will stand to the end
In our war near the wall, as wyrd may allow,
That master of men”
The Biblical Necessity of Free Speech
Introduction: So I want to ask you to work with me here on a thorny theological problem, a problem caused by a number of factors—those factors including the continuing validity of God's holy law, ...
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When Dayraven Died
“I fought in the front and fiercely delivered,
Standing steadfast, and so I alway fight
While my blade proves bold and my bravery lasts,
As it has repeatedly proven—profoundly loyal—
Since I dealt out death and Dayraven died,
Felled by my fisted might, that Frankish champion”
Stickergate Letters & More
Letter to the Editor: To the Wilson Family,, All I can say is God bless you for your courage, in the face of injustice. The appalling behavior by your mayor and police department indicates ...
Lurking in Lust
“Where breakers dashed the barrow on the bluff near the sea,
A sea that was surging. Inside was the treasure,
Of glittering gold-work—and a glaring dragon,
Fierce and formidable, filled with gold-yearning,
He lurked in his lust”
When the Dogs Ate Jezebel
Introduction: American Christianity has lost its prophetic voice, and the reason this has happened to us is that we have lost our prophetic eye. If we truly saw as we ought to see, then we would be ...
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Cruelty Over the Crags
“Aflame with fierce anger he flew from his barrow,
Cruelty over the crags, a comfortless land,
No one walked in that wilderness, yet for warfare he lusted,
And the blood of battle”
As Is Often the Way
