Foundational Weapons For A Modern War
Vince Guerra is a writer, homeschool father, and author of modern war books. He writes about the hidden history modern textboks have cancelled away, reinforcing foundational truths to confront our current battles.
“I was just so busy.” Are you hearing this a lot? Are you saying this a lot? It’s quite true; it’s called normal life. Everyone is busy. Too busy. I’ve been fortunate to pray for a number of friends lately. Without exception, the first thing they mention is being busy, almost overwhelmed to
This time of year makes me miss my truck. It wasn’t a great truck, but it was reliable, except that time the brakes went out on an icy hill, causing me to force it off the road into a ditch. Or that time the wheel came off. Or when the heater went
The best concert I’ve ever experienced was Eric Clapton in 1994. I’ve heard better music. David Crowder’s concert in 2016 was a thousand times more impactful on a soul level. John Mellencamp and Toby Mac were each more fun in their own ways. I’ve heard better music in orchestras, at church or
I’ve never understood binary code (don’t worry, this is not a post about binary code, at least I don’t think it will be). I’ve asked several people over the years how computers work; from the early key cards, to the smartphone I’m typing this on. It’s a fascinating feat of technology I’d
Most of you know I recently quit my job at Costco after twenty-one years. For much of that time, but especially the last five, I’ve dreamed of writing full-time, finishing up my book, and tackling the additional seven in my head. This week that dream became a reality. I’m proud to announce
Eight is the best number. Why is this, you might ask? Well, let’s take a look around and apply the principle. ~ Eight cookies on your plate. You’ll eat your fill and probably have enough left for later; maybe even share one or two. ~ Eight dollars in your pocket? You can
There was a time when I never fully comprehended evil; it never touched my world. That’s not to say I grew up sheltered from horror, far from it. I was frightened out of my footie-jammies as a five-year-old hiding behind my cousin’s sofa watching Salem’s Lot. I dressed up like Freddy Krueger for