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Christians are Raising Ideologues

Christians are raising ideologues. It would be rather convenient to assume that our children know why it’s reasonable to protect human life. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what many Christian parents do. They assume that teaching their children that a thing is wrong is thoroughgoing enough. Unfortunately, when it comes to ethics, Christians are raising ideologues. Here’s […]

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Are We Going to Let the Adolescent Inmates Run the Asylum?

The adolescent inmates run the asylum In the aftermath of school protests, incessant interviews of David Hogg by liberal media, and the march for gun control this weekend, I have one thing to say. “No thanks. I’ll keep my AR.” I have to wonder though, how long are we going to let the adolescent inmates […]

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Migration Slavery

Is worker migration slavery? That’s a question we must ask ourselves as we consider Federal im-migration policy. It’s one that’s difficult to answer and the answer may be more difficult than the question. Some time ago, I read a critique of the President’s immigration policy. An accusation was directed at the morality of disallowing migrants […]

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Contentment is its Own Apologetic

Discontent There’s a virtue that has evaded me for some time. It’s contentment. Whether it is due to my personality or can be blamed on circumstance is often indiscernible, Regardless, I have been guilty of a certain kind of restlessness, a kind I wish to depose. Contentment is its own apologetic but it’s hard to […]

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The Strength of Storytelling

Storytellers past I remember visiting my Grandmother when I was a young. She’d often make fried apple pies and there was nothing like them. Many times when I’d visit, my Great Grandfather, her dad who we all called Grandpaw Henderson, would be sitting at the table. I knew he was about to tell me a […]