Taking a Breather From the Culture Wars Via Holiday Romance

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Good grief! What has happened to me?         

In the past week, I read A Christmas Courtship, by Shelly Shepard Gray, intending to review this romantic holiday novel for the Smoky Mountain News before realizing it would be too late for the holiday shopping season. Not only that, but in some fit of madness I also watched two romantic holiday movies, The Christmas Card and All I Want for Christmas.         

Me? Delving into the genre of romance? Had something snapped loose inside of me?

To make matters worse, in A Christmas Courtship one of the main characters, a middle-aged Amish bachelor seeking a mate, finds himself embarrassed when he turns to a romance novel seeking advice on courtship. And there I was, reading about his shame while reading a romance novel myself.         

You see, I’m an old guy who lives alone. Why would I burn up precious time reading such a book and watching such films?

Okay, both the actresses were easy on the eyes, as they are in all such flicks. That’s one possible ulterior motive. But on the serious side, I think I read A Christmas Courtship and watched the two films because they offered portraits of normal people living normal lives. Here were men and women falling in love and overcoming the difficulties that threatened to keep them apart. Here were people sharing thoughts and advice over coffee, living their work-a-day lives and finding hope in family, friends, neighbors, and faith. 

And here were stories that ended happily.         

In these stories there’s no sign of political correctness, “woke” culture, Black Lives Matter, turmoil over gender and race, inflation, or the Wuhan Flu. Conflict with Russia? Not a whisper. A possible war with China? Nope. Murders, shootings, curses and obscenities? Nada.

No—these stories were wholesome, a word long gone out of fashion in our brave new world.

You might label my foray into romance fiction escapism, and I would agree if we define escapism as breaking out of the prison of hate-filled politics, government boobocracy, and ugly, divisive headlines that so disfigure today’s public life. In reading this romance and watching these films I left behind the iron bars, stone walls, and barbed wire our mainstream media, PC Red Guards, and nosy officials have thrown up around every one of us. Instead, I hied myself off to places where people conversed without once asking, “Are you vaccinated?”         

This excursion into the world of romance did wonders for my vision, reminding me that love, affection, and humanity count for much more than the current turbulence and wickedness in our world.

Here’s an example: in the midst of my tango with romance, a young married couple invited me to supper. Seated at their dining room table with them and their three small children, I felt surrounded by a sweet cloud of family and friendship. Later that evening, praying as I do for my grandchildren, I saw them each as luminous mysteries eagerly embracing life.  

Do not mistake me. I am not some optimist blind to the trials that lie ahead of us. Whether we know it or not, we’re fighting a war in this country for liberty, for our Bill of Rights—we just reached the 230th anniversary of that document—and for the future of our young people. This war will not end quickly or easily, no matter who is elected president or controls Congress, but will instead be an uphill slog for years. Those who would unjustly govern us rather than allowing us to govern ourselves have spent decades taking over many of our institutions and will not give up their power without a fight.         

But my time away from the battlefield, my Hallmark R&R moment, reminded me of what we’re fighting for. There’s more at stake than just a set of principles, some invisible ideals floating bodiless in the ether around us. Soldiers on a battlefield may fight for grand causes like liberty and justice, but even more ardently most of them are battling for their loved ones, their homes, their way of life, and their comrades on the field.

And so are we.

At any rate, here’s a tip of the hat to romance literature and movies. And the next time I need another furlough, I know just what to do.

Anyone up for The Lost Valentine?


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Jeff Minick

Jeff Minick

Jeff Minick lives in Front Royal, Virginia, and may be found online at He is the author of two novels, Amanda Bell and Dust on Their Wings, and two works of non-fiction, Learning as I Go and Movies Make the Man.

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I can empathize with your sentiments whole-heartedly. The following is an example of things happening before our eyes and I have no idea how to stop it. For the past few weeks, my husband and I have been been watching a wonderful little series about a very small town (population, 5) high up in the mountains. The people consisted of an older man (80-ish) as the mayor, a sheep herder (40-ish) as part of the town's politicians, a grumpy older man (60-ish) who always carried a shotgun and constantly worried about 'the communists' invading the town. He was also part of the politics. The grumpy man's wife and the mayor's mother (90-ish). There were two others but they died in the first episode. The mayor was worried about the town's survival. While the town was in mass for the two deceased people, it appeared deserted. During this time, two hippies showed with their 9 year old son. They thought they'd found an abandoned town and's advertised to people to come there and start a new life. They were all about saving the planet. Gradually, a few people started showing up for their own reasons of wanting to start a new, simpler life. By the end of the first one or two episodes, the town now included 2 businessmen (mid 30's) who were escaping their stressful life (friends since childhood), and a middle-aged man who'd lost everything except his beautuful young mistress. She was with him. There was also a middle-aged woman who'd been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and her 35-year old son who was very obese. Also, a woman who was deep in debt and her 17-year-old daughter. And finally an over-the-hill famous musician. Oh, and there was no internet. It was a comedy. Different folks living in a very small town, together. It was a fantastic show A new season started (after pandemic) and there was such a major difference that we almost stopped watching it. It now includes new town members. Now there are a non-binary person (young woman), a pan-binary man (not correct name).


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Wholesomeness - who knew it could be so attractive! lol. I feel the same way, and often times have reached for these kinds of movies to simply relieve tension and feel that 'cloud of sweetness'. Thanks for the reminder!! Love your writing Mr. Minick.