On a sultry July day in 1944, a man walks into the "Wolf's Lair" carrying a briefcase. He is initiating a bold plot, one that aims to assassinate one of the world's most ruthless and powerful men, Adolf Hitler, and topple the whole of his Nazi government. Integral to this ambitious coup is what lies in his briefcase, a bomb. It is set to detonate ... the wheels are in motion. It is only a matter of time now.
Both before and after Fidel Castro came to power in Cuba on January 1, 1959, the major media in America portrayed him as a champion of the Cuban people and a freedom fighter who was not a communist. It was not until December 1961, when Castro himself said he was a communist, that the media acknowledged this truth. Later, in an April 26, 1963 press conference, Dwight Eisenhower, who was president when Castro came to power, opined: "It would have taken a genius of prophecy to know that Castro was a Communist when he took control of Cuba." But Eisenhower did not say that Robert Welch, who founded the John Birch Society the month before Castro came to power, was warning at the time that Castro was a communist.
His birthday is celebrated throughout the world this month. Though he lived on earth only 33 years, today's date is measured from when he was born. Though he lived in an obscure corner of the Roman Empire nearly 2,000 years ago, more than one billion people today call themselves his followers. Though he never wrote a book, tens of thousands of books have been written about his life and his teachings. His name is Jesus, and he has had a more salutary influence on human history than any person who ever lived.
According to The Sun, Russia has experienced a series of murders, rapes, mutilations, and desecrations linked to Satanists. No, I did not say Stalinists, although, given how communists will persecute Christians, one could be forgiven for confusing the two. And a most horrific example of such ritualistic murder has just taken place in the nation's hinterlands, as a ring of Satanists has just killed and cannibalized four teens, three girls, and a boy. Writes The Sun:
Christmas morning dawned gloomy and cold over the rebel camp. The low, overcast sky promised drizzle, or worse, by afternoon. The temperature, hovering just above freezing the past few days, was now dropping rapidly. The weather conditions did not improve the mood of the soldiers who, having skewered chunks of meat with the ramrods from their flint-lock firearms, were squatting around low campfires preparing the morning's repast.
Religion, said Bertrand Russell, is “a disease born of fear and a source of untold misery to the human race.” Russell’s opinion has gained wide currency as the perception that Western Civilization is passing into a post-Christian phase gains hold. For the secular mind, this change to a post-Christian world can’t happen too soon. Religion to the secularist is a barbaric superstition, and a dangerous one, that tends to drive its most fervent adherents to violent acts. Proof of this, for those who hold this view, is found in the terrorist attacks perpetrated by zealots, like Osama bin Laden and others, who use religion to justify their murderous acts.
It is easy to see why the enchanting paintings of Thomas Kinkade have captivated millions of admirers worldwide. On his canvases, alluring scenes — of idyllic cottages and cabins, romantic Victorian mansions and lighthouses, and chapels in sylvan groves — come alive, offering windows into worlds of serenity and splendor. Because his paintings glow with the light of candles, lamps, and fireplaces, as well as the sun and moon, Kinkade is known as “The Painter of Light.”
The illustrious Christian writer C.S. Lewis could be unequivocally grumpy about certain contemporary Christmas customs, if we judge from his essays on the subject. For example, in his 1970 essay collection, God in the Dock, Lewis has two such articles, of which the better known is entitled "Xmas and Christmas," undoubtedly a masterpiece in the art of social commentary. Written in imitation of the style of ancient historians, and wittily subtitled "A Lost Chapter From Herodotus," Lewis takes note of the "strange" habits of the people of the remote island of "Niatirb" (Britain spelled backwards), which require every citizen utterly to exhaust himself fighting his way through crowds to buy greeting cards and gifts in celebration of a feast known as "Exmas." On that day, though so "pale and weary" from the "Exmas Rush" that they look as if "some great public calamity had fallen on Niatirb," the "Niatirbians" nonetheless eat and drink to excess, so that "on the day after Exmas they are very grave, being internally disordered by the supper and the drinking and reckoning how much they have spent on gifts and on the wine." Nevertheless, Lewis goes on to say, among a small number of the "Niatirbians" there is a separate feast, known as "Chrissmas" (by some inscrutable caprice falling on the same day as "Exmas"), in which the birth of a Child to a fair woman is called to remembrance with great solemnity, according to certain religious rites.