It's that time of year again

Celebrating our third boy's birthday and kick off to 'our part of the year'

As I said here, the second half of the year, starting with our third son's birthday, is 'our year.'  It's the half in which we get to celebrate the parts of the heritage of our family nationally, religiously, and culturally.

This year may not prove to be an easy go of it.  The biggest shock of this shocking year has been the speed with which so many who boasted a brave talk of resisting the Marxist Left have collapsed, grovelled and debased themselves before the onslaught of anti-Western Marxism: 'I'm sorry I'm white, I'll never do it again!  Gee, maybe white Jesus is bad and we should destroy sacred art based on ethnicity!  Freedom?  Overrated.'  And on and on.

So who knows where the rest of the year will go. This was supposed to be our youngest's initiation to Ohio State Football at the stadium.  It's unlikely to come about.  Even if it does, it won't be the same.  And again, a growing number of Americans are fine with that.  Perhaps all of these fun and game pastimes we've focused on weren't so important after all.

Nonetheless, this is still our half of the year, and lasts until the end of the Twelve Days of Christmas (as practiced in the West, for those who still follow that).   We expect to do our usual, celebrate the memories of a once great county, indulge in quickly fading pastimes, embark in a little nostalgia around the holidays, watch pagans and anti-American/Christian radicals call to change or eliminate Halloween and Thanksgiving, watch the usual war on Christmas, though now on full octane, but still hold to the core of our Faith nonetheless. 

It won't be as easy as in years past.  Though as I said, already we felt we had lost half the year anyway, as we watched our society marginalize a growing number of things that define us and what we believe and who we are.  Perhaps it was inevitable it would come to the rest of the year.  Until it does, however, we'll enjoy what we can with the time we have and thank God that once all of it has blown away like chaff, we'll still be rooted in the Gospel and the God who revealed His ultimate love for us in a time no worse than today.