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Acquainted with Grief

“He was despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief.” Handel’s Messiah, Air from Part II, quoting Isaiah 53 Being acquainted with grief does not fit the season. Or so it might seem. Last Sunda...

Merry Christmas

Holland MI Today, Christians will celebrate the birth of Christ. Commenters on these pages have in the past noted some tensions between the Porch’s localist themes and the universalist themes of Christianity; between our sense of place and ...

Christmas Greetings from Mordor

As I’m sitting in an office on K Street, emptied for Christmas, wondering how to introduce myself to you all, it occurs to me that I owe you an explanation. It sounds like a bad joke, that an editor at a DC political website would wan...

When Nothing But A Local Newspaper Will Do

Recently the city council in my hometown decided we desperately needed a courthouse. Mind you, my hometown is not the state capital. It’s not even the county seat. Florissant is a mid-size working class suburb north of St. Louis with ...

Local Dynasties Only, Please

[Cross-posted to In Medias Res] With former Florida Governor Jeb Bush’s announcement on Tuesday that he’s “actively explore the possibility of running for President of the United States”–a move which, it should...

Fathers and Sons

Hunting season is a time for fathers and sons. I have posted a reflection at The Catholic Gentleman on the need our sons have for more time with us their fathers. It’s Not About the Deer: 3 Reasons to Take Your Son Hunting

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Happy Holidays to Us

Malibu, CA I understand why many wish me a “Happy Holidays” in public settings, and I am glad they wish me well at this time of year. I must confess, though, that the greeting puzzles me, and I am reluctant to offer it even to strangers—I d...