Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
We had a three-hour layover in Santiago de Compostela where we had nothing to do but sit in an outdoor cafe, downtown, watching hordes of pilgrims arrive at the cathedral and publicly rejoice in Santiago Square.
The First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States specifies: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of …
The ancients called this place the end of the world. And that’s what they believed it was.
Martin Luther King Jr.’s niece Alveda King discusses faith, racial justice and national unity on ‘Fox Report.’
Out of the darkness and into the light is a metaphorical phrase that means moving from despair, sadness, or negativity to a state of happiness, peace and positivity. It often describes a personal journey of overcoming challenges and finding renewal.
Vice President JD Vance delivers a powerful address at the Rededicate 250 prayer event on the National Mall.
Cracker Barrel is quiet this time of night. There are few cars in the parking lot. My wife is with me. We’ve been traveling all day.
On the way into the restaurant, I see a few kids sitting on rockers outside. They’re playing checkers.
Ancient alien theory didn’t emerge from hard evidence—it was stitched together by imaginative authors like Erich von Däniken and Zecharia Sitchin, who took fragments of ancient texts, ignored actual linguistic scholarship, and filled the gaps with cosmic fan fiction. What followed was not discovery, but duplication—a self-reinforcing echo chamber amplified by media like Ancient Aliens, where speculation is recycled until it feels like fact. The result is a modern mythology dressed in the language of science, asking us to believe that early humans couldn’t stack stones without extraterrestrial supervision, while simultaneously expecting us to reject the idea of a Creator as “unscientific.” It’s not that the evidence demands aliens—it’s that the narrative refuses God, and will accept almost anything else.
A faithful church grows not by human strength or pride, but by continually seeking God’s guidance and trusting Him to bring new life to both the congregation and the community.
It is among the grandest churches in the world. It is one of the greatest achievements of man that took so long to build that architectural periods changed several times throughout its construction.
Even so, when you walk into Santiago de Compostela the first thing you see is not the cathedral. You neither see the gilded grandeur, nor the ornate.
The first things you see are pilgrims.
In my previous two messages, I’ve shared the history of how Wisconsin Christian News came to be. Because we’re now praising the Lord for the start of our 27th year of publishing, I wanted to share with you what this journey has been like.
Michael S. Heiser spent years pointing out the awkward truth that the modern, pre-tribulation “rapture” isn’t ancient doctrine rediscovered—it’s a relatively recent theological invention. The system most people assume is baked into the Bible shows up centuries late, largely tied to John Nelson Darby and the 19th-century appetite for tidy timelines. That doesn’t make it automatically false. But it should make you nervous about treating it like first-century Christianity.
Even in seasons of mental exhaustion and spiritual dryness, God remains faithful, offering rest, grace, and quiet strength to weary hearts.
The albergue looks like a mountain chalet. We are snugly situated deep within the Fonfaraón Mountains, which climb high into the Spanish sky, separating us from an entire civilization below the cloud line.
Here atop the world, the mountain peaks look like incarnations of the Appalachians, with a fuzzy, green carpet-like texture, rounded edges, and swooping valleys that gather pools of fog like a white lake.
We will be hiking this today.
January 1st, 2000 was a strange day for me. After more than a decade operating the photography studio I had built from scratch, I woke up that day unemployed for the first time in my life. I was doing my best to seek God’s direction for the Christian newspaper He’d called me to start. I had some ideas, and having worked for a weekly County newspaper about 14 years prior, and having seen multiple Christian newspapers from other states, I had some knowledge of how to do it.
The Sevenfold Purpose of God in Human Affliction–Are you in the middle of a painful season, wondering if any good can possibly come from your current struggles?
The village of Tineo is bathed in thick morning fog. The impenetrable miasma is smothering the Sierra de Tineo mountains like a damp dishrag.
The miasma is really spectacular. I have always wanted to use the word “miasma.” But I’ve never had a reason to use it until now. I’ve gone for many, many years with a burning passion to use this word, just like actual authors do in actual classic literature, but alas, I’ve never had the opportunity. Until today. But now that I’ve used “miasma,” I don’t feel any elation inside. In fact, I feel nothing. It was not the exuberant vocabularial experience I was hoping for.
“Take time, pilgrim,” the old Frenchman said. “Take time to stop and smell every flower, not just some of them.”
He was old. If not in body, in soul. What little bit of white hair he once possessed had vanished. So had some of his teeth.
A rooster crows as day breaks over the surrounding Cantabrian Mountains. He crows every few moments, singing an anthem to morning, his voice ringing throughout the tiny village of Cornellana.
I am in a bar, drinking morning joe. My bartender is working his buns off.
