Blog & Mablog
En podcast av Canon Press
683 Avsnitt
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Straight Talk on the Christian Prince, No Varnish
Publicerades: 2023-08-09 -
Trump Into the Briar Patch
Publicerades: 2023-08-07 -
Why the Apostle Paul Punched Right
Publicerades: 2023-08-02 -
In Which I Decline to Gilder the Lily
Publicerades: 2023-07-31 -
You May Not be Interested in Interest, But Interest Is Interested in You
Publicerades: 2023-07-27 -
The Fourth Turning and the Future of Reformed Leadership
Publicerades: 2023-07-26 -
The Duty of Natural Affection
Publicerades: 2023-07-19 -
Like a Pair of Old Jeans
Publicerades: 2023-07-17 -
Grove City College Rounds the Cape of Good Hope
Publicerades: 2023-07-12 -
Ragnarok and the Administrative State
Publicerades: 2023-07-11 -
Early American Politics
Publicerades: 2023-07-05 -
Our Great Rainbow Smudge
Publicerades: 2023-07-03 -
The Nature of the Prophetic Voice
Publicerades: 2023-07-03 -
The Challenge of Puritan Yeast
Publicerades: 2023-06-26 -
“My Kingdom is Not of This World,” Which Is Why We Were Instructed to Pray for it to Come
Publicerades: 2023-06-22 -
Our Plantain Republic
Publicerades: 2023-06-20 -
Our Rainbow Rebellion: The Next Level
Publicerades: 2023-06-14 -
Inchoate Damnation and the Revolt of the Women
Publicerades: 2023-06-13 -
CT and a Pandemic Amnesty
Publicerades: 2023-06-07 -
If All I Had Was Rocks . . .
Publicerades: 2023-06-05
The point of this podcast is pretty broad — “All of Christ for all of life.” In order to make that happen, we need “theology that bites back.” I want to advance what you might call a Chestertonian Calvinism, and to bring that attitude to bear on education, sex and culture, theology, politics, book reviews, postmodernism, expository studies, along with other random tidbits that come into my head. My perspective is usually not hard to discern. In theology I am an evangelical, postmill, Calvinist, Reformed, and Presbyterian, pretty much in that order. In politics, I am slightly to the right of Jeb Stuart. In my cultural sympathies, if we were comparing the blight of postmodernism to a vast but shallow goo pond, I would observe that I have spent many years on these stilts and have barely gotten any of it on me.
