Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
I believe most people today are so caught up in the “material world,” the world we live in, see and experience, that we forget there’s a whole other realm out there — just as real as the material world, but one we, as human beings, are unable to see with our eyes. I’m talking about the spiritual realm.
The old preacher sipped his thermos of coffee, holding a fishing rod in the other hand. He asked what I wanted most in this life. I stared at the lake surface and told him I wanted peace. I was young, I came from a broken home. Peace was all I wanted.
Words matter. UFO became UAP. Sightings became sensor data. Rumors became congressional hearings. And then came the most carefully engineered phrase yet: “non-human biologics.” That term didn’t exist to inform you—it exists to prepare you. It introduces a category without evidence, certainty without clarity, and authority without accountability. It tells your brain, “Accept the possibility first; we’ll define it later.” That’s not science. That’s narrative conditioning.
Winter cleaning, whether of our homes or our hearts, invites us to slow down, reflect honestly, and allow God to renew our hearts with grace.
January may feel like a long, cold stretch of waiting, but God uses these ordinary, in-between times to shape our faith, deepen our trust, and remind us that He is just as present in the January gloom as He was in the December joy.
Epiphany celebrates Christ’s revelation to all people through the worship of the magi, reminding us that Jesus is revealed beyond tradition and history and still calls us today to seek Him, recognize His presence, and be transformed by worship.
When rights come from God, the state is limited. When rights come from government, the state becomes god. That’s the quiet theological dispute beneath all the noise.
The week between Christmas and the New Year invites us to use these quiet days between to slow down, reflect, and rest in the presence of the Lord through stillness, scripture, and trust in His guidance.
This church is 115 years old. It’s small. Impossibly small, only able to fit 25 people—30 people if they are scrawny. The church is nestled in Appalachia, and looks like a postcard.
If you’ve tried everything else, try the one thing that isn’t just another version of you trying harder. Try grace. Try the One who actually knows you.
As a Christian, do you feel it’s important for us to reach the lost and perishing with God’s Word and truth? Should we be working to put forth truth, rather than letting deception run rampant in the hearts of our nation’s people — young and old?
Michael Heiser wrote What Does God Want? to bulldoze the religious clutter modern Christianity has wrapped around the gospel. Pastors padded it. Denominations complicated it. Church culture buried it.
This year, let’s slow down amid the frenzy of the Christmas season, seek the quiet light of God’s presence, and rediscover the peace and wonder of Christ’s birth.
There was a big group of us walking together. Jamie and I were the eldest of the group. Most of these pilgrims were in their teens or mid-20s. They were kids, far from home. And strays of all species have a tendency to follow my wife.
Even in the holiday and seasonal blues, God offers comfort, practical hope, and the steady promise of His unfailing presence.
Hi, God, It’s me again. I know it’s been a while since my last prayer, so I don’t blame you if you choose not to listen to a hopeless fool like me.
As a Christian, do you feel it’s important for us to reach the lost and perishing with God’s Word and truth? Should we be working to put forth truth, rather than letting deception run rampant in the hearts of our nation’s people — young and old? Is that something you’re concerned about? And when you …
Science loves to strut like it has every answer. Neurons fire, brain scans glow, and voilà — that’s you. Except… not really. Because when it comes to consciousness — the simple fact that you’re aware that you exist — science is still fumbling in the dark.
Somewhere back in the bell-bottom era, a few folks decided religion was too “organized,” so they built a new one out of incense, tie-dye, and wishful thinking. They called it the New Age Movement.
Even in spiritual fog, the Holy Spirit remains–calling us to trust, to stay in His word, and to keep walking until His light returns.