
Seek the shalom of America. Pray to the LORD for America, for if America has peace and prosperity, you too will have peace and prosperity. Continue reading

Seek the shalom of America. Pray to the LORD for America, for if America has peace and prosperity, you too will have peace and prosperity. Continue reading
The U.S. Airstrike in Syria wasn’t “Perfect.” Anyone who says so is a liar, and the light of God is not with him.
War is never perfect. Continue reading
A look back on the previous year, and here are some of the top hit posts:
Why the Civil War Happened
an in-depth analysis
Will the Religious Right Wake Up on the Right Side of the Bed?
an op-ed in the Warblr Continue reading
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Hope you enjoy your presents this year! Can’t wait to see what’s inside!

This week I found myself unable to write a post of my own, because three different articles keep coming back to me that I ultimately decided I needed to share. I think they are all very timely and necessary.
Part II—All the Colorful, Useless Peafowl
[Read part I here]
In part two of O’Connor’s story, Mrs. Shortley has left the farm and Mrs. McIntyre is left with the displaced Pole and her black workers. We’re given more insight into her character through her conversations with the older farmhand, Astor. While Astor remembers well her husband, the Judge, Mrs. McIntyre is haunted by her late husband. Astor has noticed two things: The decline of the peacocks and the incline of Mrs. McIntyre’s greed.
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For fans of Flannery O’Connor, “The Displaced Person” is a a short story that occupies a special place, not only because it exhibits her love for peacocks, but because of its more overt religious themes. The story takes place on a farm, the inciting incident being the hiring of a “displaced person” (or refugee) from Poland. O’Connor, a devout Catholic, is one of America’s most famous writers, known for her southern stories of grotesque people encountering beautiful grace.
Who are you? What makes you who you are? Imagine you were inviting someone you just met over to your house. Except that you emptied your house of everything. You just had them come over, sit in a metal fold-out chair beside you. Oh, and your clothes are gone, except for a uniform you had to wear to a job. Now how will you tell this person who you are? How self-conscious would you feel about who they thought you were?
The things we own, the things we use and surround ourself with, become a part of who we are. We let them speak for who we are, even to ourselves. When people gift us with things, they tend to gift us things based on who they think we are. Sometimes they’re right; sometimes they’re wrong.
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As his latest addition to a series that may eventually culminate in a commentary/guide to every book of the bible, Michael Whitworth has selected the love story told from the time of Judges in Israel’s history—the book of Ruth.
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This isn’t the first time Ann Coulter has gone over the line.
[I refuse to link directly to her site, so here is a link to another site summarizing her.]
I’m beginning to lose count of the times she has defecated out of her mouth. If anything is a sign of the darkness of our times, it’s the tremendous following she has, the number of asinine barbarians who spout her views.
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