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The Road to Damascus II: Before the Schism, Part A

The Road to Damascus The Intelligent Christian’s Guide to the Schism Pt. 2: Roman Christianity before the East-West Schism Let us not deceive ourselves.  There was never an era of Christian history completely innocent of schism.  Indeed, the believer should not be scandalized to see dissension and quarreling in the very pages of his New Testament—among the disciples of Jesus contending with each other for the seat at His right hand in the Coming Age (cf. Matt. 20:20-28 and Lk. 22:24-27); between Paul, felled by the voice of Christ on the road to Damascus, and Peter, to whom Christ entrusted...


“Which Clash, What Civilization?” Conclusion

This is the meaning behind Herodotus’ still famous tale of Solon and Croesus.  The Greek philosopher was visiting the fabulously wealthy Lydian king, who asked him to name the happiest man on earth.  Solon tells him of an Athenian who lived well, produced a good family, and died fighting for his people.  When Croesus, a little crest-fallen, asks him if there is a close second, Solon tells him the true story of Cleobis and Biton, who, when they could not find the oxen to yoke to the cart, died after pulling their mother to a festival of Argive Hera.  “Well,...


Born Out of Due Time, Chapter Four

My plan was to find a way of combating the hate images that Americans are subjected to by schooling and the media.  During the French Revolution, ordinary people—tailors and shopkeepers—turned into wild beasts, torturing, raping, murdering people they had never met, simply because the revolutionaries had succeeded in demonizing the aristocrats.  That is more or less where we are today


Born out of Due Time, by Ched Rayson, Chapter III Complete

“Look, Smith.  I know you’re supposed to be a smart guy with a lot of insights, but until a few weeks ago, I was pretty happy.  I loved my wife: Hell, I liked her a lot.  I never thought much about minorities—my family brought me up Republican.  Now, all I can think of is Wounded Knee, the Little Big Horn, Chief Joseph.  It’s like someone’s being practicing voodoo.”

“You’ve never heard that the devil cannot enter your house without an invitation?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”


I Promessi Sposi, Part II: Alessandro Manzoni

Manzoni This, then, is a bit of the world in which Manzoni lived and played a prominent part.  He was born  in Milan.  His father Pietro Manzoni came from a decayed feudal family and had  had married Giulia, the daughter of the liberal legal reformer Cesare Beccaria, whose tissue of cliches on punishment continue to undermine law and order throughout the developed world. .  Her father’s daughter, Giulia ran away from Pietro with her lover in 1792 and went to live in Paris among a circle of liberal and enlightened intellectuals.  Manzoni’s early life was lived in Lombardia–in Lecco (not...


Guns ’n’ Liberals

How do liberals expect to grab our guns? That’s one thing they never explain when, after an incident like the shooting at the Texas church, they start calling for gun control. They’ll advance things like Dianne Feinstein’s 1994-2004 ban on “assault weapons” – which aren’t a real category, just a cosmetic description of mean-looking rifles. Her ban didn’t work anyway. Or they’ll call for a ban on gun sales at gun shows. Or registering all weapons. But the only thing that really would have an effect is something the gun controllers really want, but almost never mention: full confiscation. Liberals...


Chesterton Conclusion–Go Back to Being Roman

But Rome endures in more places than the seven hills on the Tiber.  The civilization of Europe and its colonies is only an extension of the Roman world, from which we have never been really cut off. Where world- historians such as Spengler have seen ages and cycles severed from each other by cataclysmic events, Chesterton sees continuity. We do not understand, to be sure, the few monuments left by our distant neolithic ancestors; but the Greek gods have never died in that fashion; and the Roman empire has never died at all. Of the most modem industrial cities in...


Properties of Blood II.1: The Family Castle, parts A and B revised (FREE)

Properties of Blood II, Chapter 1: The Family Castle It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. In Tennnyson’s poem, Ulysses, growing old on Ithaca, longs to resume his travels.  In the ancient legend, however, Ulysses—or, to give him his Greek name, Odysseus—was forced against his will to lead a life of adventure.  He fought in the greatest war his people ever heard of; he knew gods, befriended...