Never in human history has it been easier and cheaper to amass an enormous personal library of the greatest literature produced by our civilization (and others)—and never, perhaps, has it been more important to do so.
Our human links to the Holocaust are breaking, one by one, and there are now few left to share memories about the people they knew, loved, and lost.
Last month, elites celebrated Pride across the West, but Trudeau’s commitment to the movement is second to none.
Malta’s pro-life movement is battling in defence of the youngest and most vulnerable members of their society, and it is an inspiring thing to see.
Many intelligentsia are chillingly comfortable with their post-Christian conclusions and are enthusiastic about leaving the sanctity of human life in favor of infanticide.
Once our leaders accepted the premises of the LGBT movement to appease the activists, they stepped out onto the slippery slope they had mocked us for warning about. But many of them are simply cowards—and so here we are.
Several years ago, a friend and I made the nine-hour drive north from Calgary through an Albertan landscape dotted with
“I want to encourage Christians with a history of our spiritual ancestors who did not flinch from professing their faith, even in an increasingly atheist society.”—Rev. Matthew Heise
Once Christianity faced off with modernity, says Chantal Delsol, the handwriting was on the wall. And even though a handful of elites deluded themselves into believing in the future of atheism, most people need gods—and soon the old gods began to creep back in.
Winston Marshall is enjoying his newfound freedom. Through longform podcast conversations with thinkers, writers, and pundits, he’s finally sharing his views and speaking out on the causes he cares about.
Most of us do not have a great deal of agency when it comes to defining public policies. But we all have a calling to care for the vulnerable, to work for the good of our neighbor, and to fulfill our various vocations.
Wendell Berry’s stories are an effective evocation of the world he loves and wishes to defend; as one friend put it to me: “His stories make me love what I should love and hate what I should hate.”
