Singleness can be a gift that the Lord uses for your good and His glory. Watch as Rebecca VanDoodewaard encourages single women to be fruitful with the time God has given them.

USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop. I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls. Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors. In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves. This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift. The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were. So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply. The owner asked if everything was okay. "It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter." He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?" I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter. I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer. So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen. And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it. Reborn. A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.

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I will do all I can to make sure my children can buy houses in our community, make enough money to get married and have children young, and build our family name into a shorthand for fruitful Christian faithfulness in their time—and teach their children to do the same in theirs. This requires a two-pronged approach to inheritance: The first major prong occurs when they are coming of age—helping them get established in the vocations of manhood and womanhood and start having children. The second major prong occurs when I die—blessing my children's children. The inheritance should land on the grandchildren when I die at least in strong part, because I have already helped my children get established. They are now working on their grandchildren's inheritance. The goal isn't primarily for me to have a ton of wealth in my old age that I still personally control, but to have built and manage a productive estate that includes my children and their children and which they increasingly manage. We're building something together—a good name—not a bunch of separated things alone.

When women rule, nations fall. Their compassion is disastrous in positions of political power. They dismantle civilizations with their misplaced desire for harmony. No more women rulers.

I am totally radicalized on the issue of criminal justice. We should increase executions by like a thousand percent. Bring back hard labor. Bring back corporal punishment. Bring back public lashings. Bring back public hangings. Our ancestors were right about all of that.

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It’s sad that the greatest culture on Earth gave up this gentle, respectable patriarchy that loved and protected women, and exchanged it for an Islamic culture where women are treated like subhuman slaves