Forwarded from The Beacons Are Lit
A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.
Forwarded from The Beacons Are Lit
Gentlemen: As fathers, we’re called to be the shepherds, providers, and protectors of our family. By the sheer grace of God, a good father leads; he’s the tone setter and moral compass for his family.
A good father provides, cares for and manages the needs of his household. But that provision goes beyond the tangible. A good father provides his sons with examples of how to love a woman, modeling Christ and His Church, how to treat others fairly, and how to work hard — no matter the rewards or lack thereof.
A good father stands ready to defend his family from harm. He doesn’t create fear in his family, he drives it away.
Maybe you didn’t have a good father. Maybe you’re a father yourself and you feel like you’re falling short. Maybe you didn’t start the journey of fatherhood well…but guess what, you can finish well. It’s not too late. It’s what White Boy Summer is all about.
A good father provides, cares for and manages the needs of his household. But that provision goes beyond the tangible. A good father provides his sons with examples of how to love a woman, modeling Christ and His Church, how to treat others fairly, and how to work hard — no matter the rewards or lack thereof.
A good father stands ready to defend his family from harm. He doesn’t create fear in his family, he drives it away.
Maybe you didn’t have a good father. Maybe you’re a father yourself and you feel like you’re falling short. Maybe you didn’t start the journey of fatherhood well…but guess what, you can finish well. It’s not too late. It’s what White Boy Summer is all about.
Forwarded from The Beacons Are Lit
"Our cruel and unrelenting enemy leaves us only the choice of brave resistance, or the most abject submission. We have, therefore, to resolve to conquer or die." — GW
Forwarded from The Beacons Are Lit
“For people, for place” actually means something. In large part, the Western world is drowning in a sea of sentiments that equate to little more than abstractions. These abstractions widen more and more as the Western world inches closer and closer to the globalist utopia and pushes us further away from the love of the soil right under our feet or the people we can reach out and touch. But love is never abstract, as Wendell Berry once reminded us. Humanity requires the ties that bind - our people, our place. We don’t love our own soil or people because of some abstract idea, we love them because it’s a part of us. The roots run deep. The people that sacrificed and put their faces in this mud so we could walk across their back to a better future breathed the same air and carried the same blood in their veins. And we honor them. We won’t squander our heritage and we sure as hell won’t sit idly by while it gets stolen from us and our children.
#ForPeopleForPlace
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