For generations, we were anchored.
To truth, to history, to principles that transcend any passing age.
Until the tide grew stronger than our anchor.

The erosion was slow.
Gradual enough to go unnoticed, deep enough to distort everything.

What was sacred became negotiable.
What was absolute became relative.
What was timeless became inconvenient.

Yet as the erosion deepens, the foundations God entrusted to us still endure.

That quiet sense that something has gone astray,
that we have wandered far from where we should be,
is worth holding.
Those are the foundations, still speaking unto you.

Now is our chance to restore the Light.

Let us carry our cross, the faith, into a world that longs for it.

Wear what you believe.

We Are Acts5:29.