Tomorrow we begin celebrating Christ’s birth. The winter cold settles in. Storm clouds hang over our nations. In the home of Logan Tipton, this Christmas will not be like the previous one.
Excerpt from the song, translated from French:
Winter is here over the village roofs
The sky is white, and I hear
The choir of children
Peace be to the world
For a hundred thousand years to come
Give us a thousand doves
At every sunrise
A beautiful world is a world
Where one lives without fear
On Christmas Eve in 1914, enemy soldiers on the western front of World War I ceased hostilities and fraternized in no-man’s land on what is now remembered as the Christmas Truce:
“It was a beautiful moonlit night, frost on the ground, white almost everywhere: and at about 7 or 8 in the evening there was a lot of commotion in the German trenches and there were these lights — I don’t know what they were. And then they sang, “Silent Night” – “Stille Nacht.” I shall never forget it, it was one of the highlights of my life. I thought, what a beautiful tune,” Pvt. Albert Moren, a British soldier, wrote in a journal.
“A Thousand Doves” is the English title of Mireille Mathieu’s “Mille Colombes,” my favorite secular Christmas song. I chose that song for this post because I like the melody and the earnest evocation of an idealized world. And yet, how do you relate to Mireille’s invocation of beauty when you see ugliness on daily order and beauty lies solely, it seems, in the realm of escapism?
A close friend of mine is a forty-something bachelor. We’ve been friends since middle school. I recently asked him, “so how is it that you never became an SJW, given the circumstances?” He said, “It’s pretty simple; the system is hostile to the White man so I oppose it for my own good.” And because — as his words over our many evenings of RealTalk make it clear — sometimes the lion has to show the jackals who he is.
Peace in this world is what we earn when we secure the space to live as our best selves. Eternal peace is what we earn when we leave this world, having lived as men and women in Christ our Lord. As morning follows night, so He came to this world to destroy Satan’s works (see 1 John 3:8).
In the homes of some of the alt-Right readers, the kitchen now bustles with women cheerfully doing what they do best as the holiday approaches. In other homes there are no women, no rambunctious little cousins storming around the house; maybe just a couple of bottles of something strong. Whatever your home, all of us are comrades in the group struggle.
To the bloggers who’ve been doing this for years now, fellow commenters over the past decade, readers who like what I write: may this Christmas bring you peace and may the new year bring you invigorated purpose. Thank you for reading and for helping me stay sharp.
And like the Red Baron said to Snoopy, today I say to all men of good will:
“Merry Christmas, my friend!”