Channeling C.S. Lewis

By Steve Woodward

Following Nazi Germany’s relentless bombing campaign in 1940 and 1941, Londoners would face many more years of hardship until World War II ended in 1945. There was fear of occupation. There was rationing. And, everywhere, there was destruction.

Through it all, Brits had come to depend on the reassuring counsel of C.S. Lewis, arguably among the most famous writers of the era, first as a novelist and by the 1940s owed to his writings on Christianity. The Irish-born, former atheist was an accidental celebrity to say the least. The Village Chapel’s Pastor John Jacobs, a Lewis expert, says he seemed to appeal to readers across the spectrum of religious allegiances because he wrote about his newfound faith as a lay person, not as a theologian.

In 1941 the British Broadcasting Corporation, through its director of religious broadcasting, asked Lewis if he would agree to deliver brief radio commentaries to its listening audience. He accepted. In the years to follow, the 15 minutes Londoners spent with Lewis on Sunday nights were viewed as sacred; an appointment not to be missed.

The gift Lewis gave to his war-weary citizens was quite the opposite of the inspiring, rhetorical flourishes delivered by Winston Churchill. Lewis made common sense out of Christianity and made it relevant to the vulnerable.

“What’s the sense of saying the enemy is in the wrong,” Lewis said, “unless right is a real thing?”

Here in 2021, do we not repeatedly ask this question, knowing that it is the central question? But I would ask another question first. Do we have a yet undiscovered C.S. Lewis in our midst in the 21st Century in America?

We have Anthony Fauci, a Swamp creature annoyed by all of us because we want to live as free citizens. We have Rush Limbaugh. We as conservatives are blessed to have Rush as our ideological voice but the other side was thrilled by Limbaugh’s lung cancer diagnosis a year ago. We have Franklin Graham, who honors his father’s legacy by delivering God’s love tangibly to the world’s suffering. We have Tucker Carlson, to whom we owe our gratitude for crushing hypocrites and exposing deception at every turn.

But what America desperately needs today is a C.S. Lewis, a scholar who dreaded the scholarly, an author who wrote not for peers but for real people, and who stepped forward as a servant of God at a moment in history when no else could have served as well. Imagine, today, fringe talk show host Bill Maher, a witty, far Left atheist, converting to Christianity. That would be a wake up call.

First, it must be said that Great Britain, in 1941, identified entirely as a Christian nation. In 2021, the U.S. is a Judeo-Christian nation teetering on the brink of becoming a Socialist nation in which religion has long been marginalized and is increasingly persecuted, even despised.

If we have in our midst a C.S. Lewis he will not be invited by the establishment media to come forward to console us. He will emerge at a considerable risk to his livelihood, his security and his reputation.

Perhaps we delude ourselves thinking there is one such person in this social media age. Perhaps the answer to our dilemma is not found in a person but in a chorus.

An unholy alliance

By John Rowerdink

As an American and especially as a Republican, the events of January 6 in Washington, D.C., make me sick in the pit of my stomach. It was a jarring reminder of the unrest and turmoil that exists in our country and the extreme partisanship that infects our political system these days.

It’s easy to see and even easier to say that President Trump incited this reaction among his supporters. That is no doubt true. But that’s also the easy answer, the one that sits on the surface where anyone can see it. But there is a deeper problem. Remember that the reason Donald Trump was elected in the first place was because millions of Americans were fed up with politicians and their failure to address the real problems facing our country and everyday Americans.

For the huge throng that traveled to Washington for this protest, their current anger was directed at an election they feel was corrupt and stolen. But it’s deeper than that. The protest had its genesis in Democrats’ refusal to accept the 2016 election and that they pursued non-stop resistance for four years. It has its genesis in an unholy alliance between Democrats, the media and members of the government bureaucracy to unseat a president duly elected by the people. It has its genesis in the witch hunt that became the Mueller investigation, which tied our government in knots for two years. It has its genesis in the impeachment of the president on the flimsy “evidence” of a phone call. It has its genesis in the image of the Speaker of the House ripping up a president’s State of the Union speech on national television. It has its genesis in the former president unlawfully using the FBI to investigate a rival political campaign. And it has its genesis in vicious attacks on a Supreme Court Justice nominee for a vile charge that could not be verified. These things all contributed to the anger that erupted in Washington today.

So blame President Trump for inciting the violence in Washington. He might deserve that criticism. But that’s the easy answer. It’s deeper than that.

January 6th

By Steve Woodward 

Dulles Airport Terminal D appears almost normal on this historic January 6. Gate areas are at capacity in many cases as 5 pm approaches. But then, of course, this is a mirage. Nothing is normal. All of the useless masks prevail, even hiding the glowing faces of children. And a constant parade of Trump ski caps, baseball caps, buttons and banners go by, which most certainly is not a common sight in the deep blue D.C. area.

A nearby group traveled from Los Angeles, I overheard. One demanded that the TV monitor within her view in a bar be switched to ESPN from CNN. Waiting for President Trump to speak earlier today during the Saving America March near the White House, I heard patriots share tales of overnight drives from Kansas, Ohio, Illinois and Massachusetts, and seemingly everywhere from coast to coast. 

They stood for hours, shivering in brisk winds under gray skies. 

But what matters is that they came, determined, fearless and, largely, angry. They came with dogs, with strollers and with smiles amid their despair. It was a beautiful expression of the spirit that defines the United States citizenry in spite of what we have been going through since China unleashed the Wuhan Virus. These fervent travelers have been told for four years to be quiet. But who feared they would be silenced by government tyrants, tyrants who shut down their businesses, separated them from aging loved ones, denied their children the opportunity to learn in a classroom, and their neighbors the right to worship almighty God?

Something had to give on this bittersweet day when Georgia voters apparently handed control of the U.S. Senate to the radical Left by “electing” (largely via mail-in ballots, again) a black Marxist and a hyper-privileged white elitist. The optimism of Wednesday morning following Trump’s remarks was soon crushed by news that Vice President Mike Pence declined to so much as try to mount a challenge to the stolen elections in the major swing states. He sent his intentions in a letter. Another Republican who can’t — will not — fight. It’s an epidemic.

We keep electing them as the lesser of two evils, and perhaps that is, in fact, the only choice before us. Sen. Thom Tillis or a scumbag Dem?  

As afternoon arrived, January 6 was swept into history. The corrupt media will insist it was a tragic day, though tragedy never characterized the numerous weeks and months of Antifa and BLM rioting, looting and burning. Nothing tragic to see here. Move along. That was “social justice”. 

After an untold number of people (probably fewer than CNN will report), around mid-afternoon, penetrated security boundaries, filling the steps of the Capitol, and then the chambers of Congress and the offices of elected officials, the disgust aimed toward these “Trump marchers” shifted to outrage. 

But as one who was surrounded on January 6 by attendees of the Save America March, and as many other Moore Republicans will attest, it is beyond my comprehension that these were the people who stormed the U.S. Capitol. Texts I received from the coordinators never fomented violence. “We are on our way to the Capitol. Join Stop The Steal as we demand that our Representatives #DoNotCertify!” 

The questions for which we must in this aftermath demand answers are these:

  • Who are the people who swarmed barriers and the Capitol Police to seize the steps outside and penetrate the chambers of Congress inside?
  • Why were Capitol Police and supporting law enforcement so vulnerable to these unarmed attackers?
  • Who shot and killed an Air Force veteran, Ashli Babbit, in a corridor of the Capitol? Will this patriot be defended as a victim of brutality or dismissed as a member of the mob who had it coming?

Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, who perhaps symbolizes better than anyone why Americans assembled today in Washington, took a defiant stand late in the day as the Senate re-convened to certify November 3 results.

McConnell applauded the “clockwork of our democracy” and insisted that certifying an election stolen by the Left is a “peaceful expression of the popular will”. He described the patriots who assembled beneath the Capitol steps as “an unhinged crowd”.

And, finally, The Turtle sent a shot over the bow: “The United States Senate will not be intimidated.”

The Republican Senate not only has been intimidated throughout the Trump era, it has been trampled by the agenda driven media, and by the Left. And, today, it has been overthrown. Not by crazy people wearing bandanas and brandishing signs, but by the very people we elected to protect it.


By Steve Woodward

The war on personal liberty is escalating. Masks began as a suggestion. They have morphed into an iron hobnail boot on the necks of every American. Noncompliance is subject to one interpretation only. Unmasked individuals have no regard for fellow citizens who might die (cause irrelevant). Thus, said unmasked murders deserve to die because they choose to live in freedom as guaranteed by our sacred Constitution.

The North Carolina department of health and human services chief, smirking Dr. Mandy Cohen, an Obama-era relic, recently was honored as Tar Heel of the Year because she supports Gov. Roy Cooper’s numerous lockdowns and mandates. Could anyone have imagined a day when a bureaucrat who has been responsible for closing businesses, crushing liberty and destroying public education would be held up as a hero?

I suggest a group of Duke University researchers, all bearing titles as PhDs and department heads, would have been more deserving. They embarked on an extensive study in September to learn more about the masks so many are wearing without hesitation. These mask addicts are even forcing their children to wear them in defiance of widely held guidance that argues against it.

Here is one of many conclusions by the Duke team: “Determining mask efficacy is a complex topic that is still an active field of research (emphasis added), made even more complicated because the infection pathways for COVID-19 are not yet fully understood and are complicated by many factors such as the route of transmission, correct fit and usage of masks, and environmental variables.”

Seems that common sense is raging among a few university researchers. But they might well have written their death sentences by being honest. Common sense and honesty have no place in a hysterical society.

The hysterical new American subculture

They certainly have no place in some sectors of the luxury travel industry. The author can attest, having escaped South Carolina just before Christmas. South Carolina’s governor, Henry McMaster, is a rock ribbed Republican. As recently as November, McMaster wisely said that a statewide mask mandate was not enforceable. But this has not stopped municipalities from imposing onerous mask mandates. One such location is Bluffton, SC, near Hilton Head.

We arrived at nearby Montage Palmetto Bluff on December 20. It is a sprawling resort that exudes tranquility and southern charm. Looks were deceiving in this case.

After around 24 hours of relative bliss, great service, delicious food and a memorable spa experience, the sound of hobnail boots on the march began to resonate in the dark of night. When we checked in after arriving, I remember feeling surprised to see guests and their children strolling the outdoors donning masks. Had we not crossed the border to escape the tyranny of Gov. Cooper in North Carolina? South Carolina’s state motto, ironically, is, “While I breathe, I hope.”

I was hoping to breathe during our getaway to Palmetto Bluff. The resort’s director of operations had something else in mind. Not one staff member commented on my decision to avoid mask wearing until we arrived at dinner on December 21. The hostess confirmed our reservation. She then directed us to cover our mouths and noses with masks. I said, “I decline.” She said, “You can not decline.” I shot back with a civics lesson about personal freedom and American liberties. Eventually, we were seated. Dinner was outstanding.

As we descended an outdoor staircase to depart, I was encountered by a young woman and two other men who were not identified. She introduced herself as an employee of the resort, then handed me a cell phone, indicating that Director of Operations Brent Gresham wished to speak to me.

When all was said and done, Gresham said he would call upon hotel security to detain us and local law enforcement to arrest us if we did not leave the property immediately. Our “crime” was that I refused to wear a mask to walk 10 steps to our table. I was flabbergasted by his hostility and lack of deference to a resort guest. I expressed incredulity that he would dare to threaten me and my family. He soon backed down but, addressing me like a child in the principal’s office, he made me give him my word that we would be obedient for the remainder of our stay. (I said we would because I wanted the phone call to end).

Moments later, the driver of a golf cart shuttle — undoubtedly a spy planted by Gresham — greeted us to drive us to our rooms. To keep what happened next in context, not one prior shuttle driver in the past 30 hours had requested that passengers wear masks. They were cordial and professional.

But the spy was on a mission. Although seated in an open-air golf cart, the driver insisted we all don masks, or she would not depart. I refused. I suggested she mind her own business and let us be on our way. My voice rose. I’d had quite enough. And she shouted, “I am human being being! You will not curse me.”

We exited the cart and walked back. It was a pleasant stroll. My blood pressure nearly returned to normal levels by the time we entered our rooms to retire for the evening. The phone rang. My wife answered. Commissar Gresham was on the line. Word has been dutifully sent along by the imbedded spy.

He advised my wife that we were required to leave the property immediately. Wisely, she allowed him to rant and ramble. He did not realize he was talking to an Iron Lady from the corporate world. He was outmatched.

We stayed overnight, ate breakfast and checked out on December 22. We had survived the Palmetto Bluff Ambush.