A Mother’s Letter to Her Newborn Child Shortly Before Her Execution

They can try to erase our histories and lie to our children, but truth will prevail. They will never succeed in destroying what it means to be a mother.

the Power of Prayer

Hungry, beaten, and drugged, we had forgotten theology and the Bible. We had forgotten the “truths about the Truth,” therefore we lived in “the Truth. – Richard Wurmbrand, Tortured for Christ

John Wooden vs LeBron James

Listening to Coach Wooden talk was like listening to my dad. They were made of the same solid character. They lived by the same higher purpose. And neither one had compromised their integrity for fame or fortune, despite having many opportunities to do so.

Traversing the Land of Fanatics, Part I

“One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If we’ve been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. We’re no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozle has captured us. It’s simply too painful to acknowledge, even to ourselves, that we’ve been taken. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back.” — Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World.

Utopian Madness

We are in the midst of a mass psychosis. This psychosis is built upon delusions which originate in the ruling class. We must never forget that no matter how powerful the elite appear to be, no matter how intelligent or benignly nerdy, they are insane.

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The Reluctant Revolutionary

In the moment that I wrote death to Khomeini, I wasn’t thinking about how I might be prosecuted or even executed for my actions. If I had, I wouldn’t have done it.

Trouble in Paradise

A few months ago I walked out of my house to find a razor sharp javelin stuck in the middle of my front door. It was at eye level, right where my forehead would have been if I’d opened the small window in the door. I guess if I’d looked, I wouldn’t be here right now. I’d be dead.

At the Gates of Hell and of Heaven

But no, the big entrance door swung open and out of it came a woman dressed in a long black gown with a white covering on her head. I blinked, thinking surely I was dreaming. But she was still there, greeting us as we climbed out, saying “Welcome to the Sisterhood of Mary.” And with that welcome, in the space of a single day, we passed through the gates of heaven after escaping the gates of hell.

Ode to the Youth of the SFV

My one son has told me he knows of at least twenty youth he grew up with who lost their lives to drugs and/or suicide. One was his best friend.