In my last post, I talked about two kinds of faith, and it was clear from the responses that some don't think faith can seek understanding and thus undergo scrutiny. I presented the 20th century writer and intellectual C. S. Lewis as an example of that type of faith. I hope to clarify my meaning.
If we give up our rights to peaceably gather, protest and to question the motives of our elected officials under the cowardly fear of being labeled unpatriotic, then clearly, in the words of Benjamin Franklin, we deserve neither liberty nor safety.
I love historical fiction. A writer takes what is known about a place in time or a character from the past, and then transports the reader further and deeper into what are the blood and guts of the past.
G.K. Chesterton once referred to America as "a nation with the soul of a church," by which he meant a nation with an enduring religious character. He was right about this, and each year the Christmas season proves it anew.
Hillary Rettig says, "Manscaping is taking some raw, unfinished, barely civilized grunter of a guy and making him fabulous." In broad terms: the landscaping of poky territory between a man's foot and head.