The Exodus Era: Pharaohs, Plagues, and the Promised Land, Part 6
What Acts 7:22 says about Moses' Egyptian formation, what the surviving records can tell us, and why Senenmut is not our Moses.
Faith, Facts, and a Few Grumbles
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History articles from The Curmudgeon’s Chronicle.
What Acts 7:22 says about Moses' Egyptian formation, what the surviving records can tell us, and why Senenmut is not our Moses.
A Scripture-first case for judging the American Revolution as a chain of distinct moral and constitutional questions rather than one undifferentiated act.
Why Hatshepsut is a strong royal-household candidate for the woman who rescued Moses, and where the evidence requires restraint.
Testing the male-child crisis against Thutmose I and explaining the high 18th Dynasty timetable used in this series.
Why the real geography behind biblical Raamses does not automatically date the Exodus to Ramesses II.
The biblical arithmetic behind Solomon's fourth year, a 1446 BC Exodus, and the decisive age markers in Moses' life.
A Scripture-first opening argument for why 1 Kings 6:1 must govern the Exodus timeline before Egyptian chronology gets a vote.
Over the past seven weeks, we’ve walked the grim streets of Whitechapel, 1888, chasing the shadow of Jack the Ripper through the murders of the canonical five: Mary Ann Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddowes, and Mar…
In Part 6, I named Charles Cross – also known as Charles Allen Lechmere – as my top suspect for Jack the Ripper, the man behind the brutal murders of the canonical five in Whitechapel, 1888.
We’ve walked the blood-soaked streets of Whitechapel, from Mary Ann Nichols’ murder in Buck’s Row to Mary Jane Kelly’s horrific end in Miller’s Court.
After the double event on September 30, 1888, Whitechapel was a cauldron of fear.
Three weeks after Annie Chapman’s mutilated body was discovered in the backyard of 29 Hanbury Street, the East End of London was on edge.
Eight days after Mary Ann Nichols’ lifeless body was found in Buck’s Row, the East End of London was still reeling.
It’s 3:40 a.m. on August 31, 1888, and the streets of Whitechapel are cloaked in a pre-dawn stillness that feels almost alive with menace.
In the late summer of 1888, the East End of London was a labyrinth of shadows. Gaslights flickered on narrow, cobblestone streets, casting long, trembling pools of light over the grime of Whitechapel – a district teeming with poverty, de…