A Winter Eden

Something of that odd winter cheer comes through for us in our poem this week, Robert Frost’s “A Winter Eden.” 


Our word advent comes from the Latin, and it’s made up of two parts. But what you may not realize is its connection to adventure.

Concord Hymn

It really was a world-changing moment, that Battle of Concord, and yet how did it come about?


We are subject to time, yet there is this God-given difference between us and all other creatures: we transcend time by memory.

American Church

America is no longer like that place where old Frenchmen gathered on a frigid Sunday morning to pray. It is, here and there, like the church with its head cut off but still regretting the operation.

A Greater Nationalism

Americans were once steeped in the histories of many nations when they understood why they loved their country and embraced others who loved their countries. 

Who Wants that Castle Down?

Who profits from the disintegration of the American family? Who profits from its invasion by mass entertainment, mass media, and mass schooling, three prongs of one pitchfork? 

Our Dark Age

The Supreme Court, in retreating from its long-standing usurpation of legislative power in cultural matters, has cleared a way toward the recovery of a high and humane moral vision.