The January Yuck
The holidays are over and we’re facing winter in all its glory. Now that the most wonderful time of the year is past, how do we find joy in the January?
Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
The holidays are over and we’re facing winter in all its glory. Now that the most wonderful time of the year is past, how do we find joy in the January?
Waffle House was warm and inviting. The parking lot was mostly empty except for a few muddy trucks. My wife and I had an 11-year-old with us. She is blind.
We tend to make New Year’s Resolutions that we won’t or can’t keep, but God keeps His promises! And that’s a resolution you can count on!
As we celebrate the Messiah’s birth, may we truly become one nation devoted to God. From the staff of AFNN–we wish you a Merry Christmas!
We’ve been living in days of very bad news for a very long time now, and every day it seems to get worse and more intense. Our country — and the world — has become something I never thought I’d live to see.
O Holy Night is one of the most-loved and recorded songs of the Christmas season. But did you know that it was once banned by the Catholic Church?
Contrary to popular belief, American independence wasn’t born in a single day of fireworks and parades. It unfolded over a crucial month in 1776, culminating in a document that defied an empire.
Does it seem that the holidays rush by faster every year? Are you too exhausted to celebrate once the big day arrives? Take a moment to rest in the Lord!
Beyond the thrill of the chase, this annual tradition of deer hunting encompasses a rich heritage deeply rooted in the fabric of American history.
God chose His son Jesus to save the world. He chose Mary to be the mother of the Holy Child. But why did God choose Joseph?
The word “Advent” means arrival, and today is the first Sunday in the Advent season. What are we waiting for? The arrival of the Messiah!
A letter by American Citizen Writer, Sean Dietrich, giving thanks to God
If we think about it, sometimes the greatest joys in life, can come in very small, furry packages that delight us with their own simple joy in life.
As the Advent season approaches, our thoughts turn to Mary, Joseph, and the Baby, but have you ever wondered about Mary’s mother?
Sean Dietrich receives a poignant letter of abject grief, and answers as only one of our great American writers and sages is able to do.
While it’s sad that so few people are now willing to take the time to read a ten- r fifteen-minute article in full, I’ve come to realize that “memes” can play an important role in this age of instant information sharing.
In a century, say in 2123, we’ll find ourselves resting alongside our loved ones, while strangers occupy the homes we toiled to build, owning everything we cherished.
The radicals of the left sure do get animated about abortion. Put a measure on the ballot to legalize the surgical execution of their young, and more of them will show up to vote “yea” than showed up for the “save the Palestinians” rallies at Harvard last month.
“I know what I saw,” said William. Mister William was old when I interviewed him years ago. Ancient, actually. Mid-nineties. Bent and pale. A television was playing in the background of his nursing home apartment. Old people like to have televisions playing in the background. It’s like having company. “It was World War II,” William …
One year ago, when 180 of us disaffiliated from the United Methodist Church, our hearts were broken. But God transformed that hurt into something beautiful.