Aragorn, for so long the wandering heir, wins at last and begins the restoration of a world wrecked by evil.
Dry January joins the cohort of practices recommended by the progressive virtue leagues working relentlessly to establish a safe, green world as sad as a rainy day.
Freedom of religion is about the freedom to seek the truth.
Tolkien shows us the similarity between machinery and magic, which both point to the desire for power.
In the King’s speech, we hear faint resonances of the Christian and Neoplatonic idea of harmony.
There is something uncanny about the evident humanness of an old artifact—and something comforting as well.
The woke style is a mawkish tribute to an imagined future in which ugliness and mediocrity slouch supreme.
The family recipe book is a vital part of the conservative cultural enterprise.
Our meditation for Christmas is the simple question of who and what we celebrate on Christmas Day, why it brings true and lasting joy, and why it changes everything.
In the current pontificate, power is exercised in a manner reminiscent of a banana republic.
The desire of boys to carry pocketknives, it seems to me, is one that should be nurtured. A pocketknife makes one more useful to others, and being at the service of others is what turns a boy into a man.
To rebel against modernity may involve the overthrow of the modern in the interest of reviving something older.
Europe does not share the American ‘faith and flag’ correlation between religion and politics.
“It is Holy Night and there will be no shooting.” The soldiers agreed.
Cultural conservatism—especially the traditional view on familial piety—is a condition of the Gospel’s intelligibility.
It is frustrating, maddening even, for anyone who loves Vivaldi’s music that basic data on his development as a composer and musician is lacking to this day.
Iceland’s Christmas folklore includes the Ogress Grýla, the thirteen Yule Lads, and a giant cat.
“The part that we live is really small. All the rest of existence is not life but merely time.” People with no hobbies read Seneca’s words as a kind of profit and loss spreadsheet.
The Norwegian tale of a young man who fell asleep on Christmas Eve and woke on Epiphany to recount the miraculous sights he had seen.
When a culture loses the capacity for faith at all, be it religious or secular, and falls into a pit of relativism, it produces scientists all too willing to yield to the shrill demands of noisy, impassioned political activists.
On a single silent night when all was still and all was bright, Christian Germans and Christian Brits sang together and then climbed out of their trenches to greet each other—and celebrate the birth of Christ.
If anyone wishes to conquer the giants of their own vices, they must, like Don Quixote, take up the lance, the shield, draw down the visor, and mount Rocinante.
This oratorio, a familiar part of both the Christmas and Easter seasons, has a fascinating history.
Now is the perfect time to approach Dickens’ classic, with its perennial themes of repentance and generosity.
Fairy parties and flying reindeer are not things out of which eventually we must grow; they belong to the realm inhabited only by those who are mature enough to understand the world for what it is.
We must rediscover the principles that—in as many forms as there are Western nations—founded each of our countries and the West as a whole.
The environmentalist’s claim that man is nature’s enemy undermines any reason to steward it in the first place. To care for something, one must love it; one must feel that it belongs to them and them to it.
It is as if, in the boomer-con’s mind, liberalism is a ‘nice principle’ that ought to temper the ‘nasty but necessary principle’ of conservatism. Young-cons, however, don’t identify liberalism with niceness at all.
Faust’s salvation, as with humanity’s, comes only in time.
Irish cultural identity has been reduced to athletic prowess, drink, rebel songs, and revolutionary grievances.
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