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Renewed global order must fire our hearts and hopes We took the bullet train to Hiroshima, 150 of the smoothest miles I’ve ever traveled to the most disquieting site I’ve ever seen. Without quite knowing it, I had long been preparing for this journey, bearing with me a lifetime of images, arguments, lyrics; of anxiety, disbelief, dread.

We can now rest easy, knowing we gave it a shot It was the evening of September 17, 2020—Constitution Day. I was sitting outside a Microtel Inn in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania with Eric Miller, my longtime friend and collaborator and professor of history at nearby Geneva College. It was a chilly night, a clear sign that summer was on its way out. I’d come to Beaver Falls to deliver Geneva’s Constitution Day lectures.

What happens when a post-Christian society begets post-Christian Christianity? I once thought I knew how post-Christianity in America was going to play out. Even as a teenager, I understood that I lived in a culture that was shedding its moral, institutional, and symbolic deference to Christianity. By almost every measure, the nation throughout my lifetime has grown more diverse, more secular, and more resistant to biblical norms and boundaries.

Gird up thy loins Last fall the derelict house next door burned. When the fire started, light flickered inside like a jack-o’-lantern. Then a giant tongue of flame broke free and soared into the sky. I held my hand against our bedroom window, and it was hot to the touch. The siding on our house melted like cake in the sun. “You don’t have to leave yet,” the police officer said. When the firefighters gave up and decided to let it burn, they turned the hoses on our house.

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Walls crumble, words endure In the year 431 BC, the world shook. Or so it must have seemed to one Athenian man, Thucydides, son of Olorus. He did what seemed best at that moment—began documenting the unfolding chaos around. But even as he recognized that something important was afoot, I wonder if he had any inkling that this war would continue for twenty-seven years. By the end of it, he was dead, his history unfinished. But perhaps, had he known, he would have done nothing different.

All four #1 seeds made the NCAA Division One Men’s Basketball Final Four this year. The last time that happened was in 2008. Malachi Van Tassell, the president of St. Francis University in Loretto, Pennsylvania, a team that made the […] Our little magazine closes-up shop at the end of the week, but not before our editors have a final say.

Here is Gregory Schneider at The Washington Post: Here’s what we know: On March 23, 1775 — probably in the afternoon — a self-taught lawyer named Patrick Henry arose in a little white church in Richmond and unleashed a scorching, wig-blasting, Flying V electric-guitar solo of a speech. It literally inspired the American Revolution. Here’s what we don’t know: Exactly what he said.

An Easter letter may just be better than a Christmas letter! Dear Family and Friends, Happy Resurrection Season! Spring has arrived this month at the Wavering home, reminding us that it’s time to take down the Christmas decorations. As Frank climbs on the roof to unplug Santa, I am taking a moment to unplug as well.

Sometimes a hoax can point you toward the truth I had just gotten home when the emergency alerts started coming from campus: POTENTIAL SHOOTER ON CAMPUS STAY AWAY FROM AREA GHEAVY POLICE PRESENCE IN THE AREA. IF YOUR ON CAMPUS SHELTER IN PLACE. IF YOU ARE OFF CAMUS STAY OFF CAMPUS The content of the messages was alarming enough, but the errors in spelling and punctuation made them more so. Nobody had time to copyedit. People only had time to hide.