#SoHomesick
Kevin McCullough
There’s no clever punchline today. No spicy headline or zinger to tie it all together.
Just this: I am so homesick.
Not for any zip code or familiar skyline. Not for old family haunts or the comfort food from my hometown. No, this ache is deeper, heavier. It doesn’t come from what I miss. It comes from what I see.
War. Epstein. Momdani. Pain. Cancer. Death. Overdoses. Expulsion. Trafficking. Rape. Anger. Hate. Deceptions. False identity. Agenda. Murder. Cover up. Denial. Abandonment. Absence. Exploitation. Poverty. Abortion. Addiction. Apathy. Acquiescence. Mockery. Expediency. Violence. Abuse. Disaster...
That’s not an editorial outline. That’s just my mental inbox from the past week. The stories we write, the headlines we see, the conversations we have — they are flooded with this kind of darkness. It smacked me in the face this week: this is all there is outside of the Creator. Outside of His purpose, His plan, and His place.
We live in a world that is dying. And the dying is loud. It’s dramatic. It’s violent. It’s televised, livestreamed, re-tweeted, clipped for TikTok, and debated on cable news. But none of it — none of it — is filling the ache. None of it makes us whole.
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https://townhall.com/columnists/kevinmccullough/2025/07/13/sohomesick-n2660286
