Author Matthew Archbold
Sooooooo….if you show up to Mass looking like this in San Francisco you can receive the Eucharist. But if you do this in Charlotte, you can’t receive the Eucharist? LIFESITE reports: Bishop Michael Martin of Charlotte reportedly refused to give… Continue Reading →
I’ve been working on scripts for an audio podcast of fiction stories that I’ll be jumping into soon. I think it’s important we tell our stories. Tolkien and Lewis talked about this often and agreed that Lewis would work on… Continue Reading →
I don’t know who this Congressman Brandon Gill is but I think I like him. These people, they come before Congress and the world defending and promoting abortion but when asked to speak about it they scurry like cockroaches. They… Continue Reading →
We’ve all heard of The Five People You Meet in Heaven—a touching story about meaningful encounters in the afterlife. This is not that. This is the list of five people where, if I die, open my eyes, and they’re the… Continue Reading →
This is interesting news. But none of it matters without courage. No matter what you believe, it’s useless unless you’re willing to live and die for it. Pray that the Holy Spirit fills these men with fire. The good news… Continue Reading →
If you ever wanted to know what happens when you give a pile of donor money to a group of people whose entire job is “finding monsters,” the answer is apparently they start breeding monsters. It’s the ultimate hustle. It’s… Continue Reading →
Yvette Flunder isn’t just your average Sunday morning vicar sipping Earl Grey; she’s the high-octane Senior Pastor of the City of Refuge UCC over in Oakland and the Presiding Bishop of The Fellowship of Affirming Ministries. She’s a self-proclaimed womanist,… Continue Reading →
I have no words. Horrific. Not only does she not acknowledge this precious baby, she openly celebrates killing him/her. We must ban abortion. pic.twitter.com/DII86GX1mX — Lila Rose (@LilaGraceRose) March 6, 2026 Wait. I just thought of some words. Evil. Horrifying…. Continue Reading →
means I often give the benefit of the doubt to the pope. Being American means I don’t often give the benefit of the doubt to the president.
Sir Thomas More, are you mad? Insane? You are a man standing at the edge of a precipice, holding a tiny, flickering candle against a hurricane. The world, and perhaps even common sense, tells you that your little light is… Continue Reading →