The House of Christmas, by G.K. Chesterton

“There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand, With shaking timber and shifting sand, Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand Than the square stones of Rome. For men are homesick in…

For Boring Christians…

I wonder what the modern person’s fascination is with living a life of high, visible impact, or at least what we would consider high impact? Why do so many of us insist on finding our worth and value in the widely recognizable “big splash” we make during our time in our short existence? Why do…