Our Father, Which Art in Heaven
Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Even though this name has been so misused, misapplied, and misappropriated throughout history.
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Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Even though this name has been so misused, misapplied, and misappropriated throughout history.
The existence of God has been a topic of profound contemplation throughout human history. While opinions on the matter may differ, there are three powerful reasons that provide a compelling case for the existence of a divine being.
2:16 p.m.—We step off the plane in Adolfo Suárez Madrid-Barajas Airport, and it is pure chaos. People crowd this ginormous public space like ants swarming a fallen Tootsie Pop. This place is like Black Friday at Walmart, only with less exposed thong underwear.
America is betwixt and between more things than you can shake a stick at. The conflict with Iran is on the front burner. Every election cycle at every level is another contest worth winning. Every institution – Government, Business, Education, Media, Arts and Entertainment, Religion, and Family is caught in the crossfire of a No Mans Lands in the Great U.S. Culture War. That’s the struggle against Cultural Marxism and it’s new, best ally – Islamist Totalitarianism.
There are no “God Given Rights” explicitly laid out in the Bible. The concept of a human rights began in 1215 under the Magna Carta. Rights come from the Government, but God issues principals and values. Not rights. Rights: Rights are inherent to individuals by virtue of their humanity. They are typically regarded as fundamental, …
Sean answers his mail, more graciously than should be expected.
Hello. I am a sea turtle. We turtles don’t actually have names. But you can call me Squirt. Pleased to meet you.
Maybe you’ve never met a talking sea turtle before. Well, I’d like to change that.
The year is 250 A.D. It’s Good Friday. Although, technically, there is no “Good Friday.” Not for another hundred years.
In John 19:30, Jesus cried out, “It Is Finished!” Many of us have heard these words, but what do these words really mean? What was finished?
Who was Jesus? It is a question that has echoed across centuries, whispered in quiet prayer, debated in universities, and argued in the streets. For Christians, the answer is not a simple label but a profound tension held together in Scripture: Jesus is both the Son of Man and the Son of God. And the confusion surrounding these titles is not accidental—it is the result of trying to compress a divine mystery into human categories.
The temptation of Jesus Christ in the wilderness is one of those passages Christians nod at politely and then immediately ignore when Monday morning rolls around. Forty days of fasting, a barren desert, and Satan offering three proposals that look suspiciously like modern self-help advice. If you think it’s a children’s Sunday school story about resisting candy, you’ve missed the plot. It’s a masterclass in how power, identity, and survival actually work in the real world.
How do we navigate in such a complicated, corrupt world? The answer is in Psalm 46:10: “Be still, and know that I am God.”
One of the quiet tragedies of church history is not that Christians rejected the Bible, but that—at a critical moment—they reinterpreted it to survive cultural pressure. Instead of allowing Scripture to challenge the assumptions of the age, parts of the Church chose to soften the Bible’s worldview so it would sound reasonable to the world it was trying to convert. Over time, that accommodation didn’t just adjust emphasis; it changed how entire passages were understood.
For most of human history, speech was a permission, not a right. Kings, emperors, churches, and councils decided what could be said, written, or taught—and dissent was treated as disorder. The idea that ordinary people could openly criticize power was not just discouraged; it was dangerous.
Our country — and the world — has become something I never thought I’d live to see. I suppose every generation experiences some of that as they reminisce about the “good old days.” And in retrospect those “good old days” were not as good as we probably remember them
There was, suddenly, the beginning of all things. It started with light. And the light was good. And the stars and the planets and the galaxies and the solar systems fell into place and started spinning. And they were good, too.
In outdoor survival training, there’s a simple guide that students learn early on: the Rule of Threes.
I had a dream. I was walking on the beach with God. We were the only two on the shore. God was very tall.
The first thing that struck me was that God was nothing like I thought he’d be.
“Dear Sean, yesterday’s column disappointed me. You cannot be a true believer and believe in ghosts at the same time. God simply doesn’t work that way.