Posts by Jeff Minick

Thanksgiving is the one day of the year set aside for counting our blessings. It’s the one day of the year when we are called to pause and consider the good in our lives. If you’re finding yourself on the short end of the blessing stick, consider this: you’re alive, breathing, and part of the mystery of this planet and what it means to be human. 

Add this triple dose of vitamin C – common sense, civility, and citizenship – to your day. You’ll feel better, and you’ll also bring some light to the asylum.

It turns out that the best preventative medicine doesn’t come in a bottle, a gym, or a cookbook. It comes inside a church. 

Andrew Lloyd Webber once called “Some Enchanted Evening” the “greatest song ever written for a musical.” There’s a reason for the song’s continuing fame and popularity. It’s called romance. 

Like the pioneers of old, the self-reliant understand that everything comes with a cost. Our wants, our needs, even love itself: all exact a price.

Decide where your blessings come from, discover the Giver of that gift, and see where it leads you.

What we perceive as the easy way, or as our own way, more often than not ends in learning things the hard way. When this happens, when the easy way becomes hard, it often breaks us.

Ever wonder what's driving the lack of millennial marriage and birthrates?

Develop a sense of gratitude now, even if it’s just for taking part in this mystery we call life, and old age will come to you as a friend. 

To detest the Israeli government or even the state of Israel is one thing, but haven’t we gone too far if we then jump into the swamp of anti-Semitism?

The 2025 Homesteaders of America conference was a study in community.

Our clothing signals our self-perception to the world.

Countless Americans grew literate at the knees of their mothers, and for decades homeschooling parents, private school educators, and even many public school teachers taught children to read using phonics and other elements.

Unlikely as it may be, springtime this year arrived in September.  

Preferred pronouns are just one more example of the political and cultural obfuscations of our language. Not only are these twisted constructions grammatically incorrect and jarring, they also defy common sense and the laws of nature and science. 

Our weapons in this war – reason, the law, debate, civility whenever possible, truth , courage, and freedom of speech – may seem inferior to the bombast, bombs, and bullets of the violent, but these are the marks of our civilization, and they also come with a price tag. Abandon them, and we will become as barbaric as our enemies. 

When the playing field and the rules are stacked against winning, it’s time to take the ball and find another game.

We can best defend and promote truth as if it were steel encased in the velvet of civility. Once we strip that steel of its covering, we risk becoming as debased as our opponents.

Sooner or later, all human beings suffer some sort of calamity that knocks them flat. Each time, we have to choose between staying down or getting back on our feet.

“Anne of Green Gables” is a wholesome work, meaning it’s morally healthy for the soul. Few novels written today, outside of Christian literature, would merit that description.

We therefore need to live out and defend our faith with courage, as did Charlie Kirk, teach our children truth and goodness, and hold fast to reality against the falsehoods so prevalent today.

If more of us prayed that our fellow Americans might grow in mental, physical, and moral health, odds are we’d do the same, and America would indeed be transformed.   

An investment in outdoor time pays big dividends in childhood health and development.

In America today, thought and language have corrupted behavior and belief. Unless we reject this thought and language that have polluted our culture, the madness will continue. 

The princess longs for a good man who adores her, the knight for a lady worthy of such worship. 

Do these things, and the next time someone asks about your politics, you can proudly proclaim, “I am an oikophile!”

The old emperor had it right. Want to be a good man? Be one.