It’s surely not an accident that in the episode entitled, “The Good News,” Anna utters this beautiful announcement to Don Draper: “I know everything about you. And I still love you.” Who among us doesn’t long to hear that from someone? And isn’t that exactly what God whispers, quietly, persistently, in the depths of our…
Over at The Stone, Simon Critchley obliquely argues for the faith of the faithless under the rigors of love. In a rather Derridean fashion, he seems to suggest that somehow “traditional” believers have it easy, and that those who have faith but lack a transcendent object are somehow more faith-full, more radically trusting, because they…
I’ve been horribly delinquent about posting over at “What I’m Reading.” I have a long shelf of books above my desk here that I’ve been meaning to blog about, but just haven’t found the time–probably because I’ve lapsed into thinking each post needs to be a “review” rather than just an off-the-cuff take on what…
While I was working on Desiring the Kingdom, I led our college’s Semester in Britain program, teaching a course entitled “Victorian Britain and Postmodern Culture.” The course included units on Ruskin, the Pre-Raphaelites, William Morris, even Oscar Wilde. But the hinge of the course was a unit devoted to the Oxford Movement, with special focus…
Before I became a Christian at 18 years old, my religion had been freestyle BMX. I lived and breathed to ride. (I remember a corny adaptation of a Harley-Davidson ad that I made the caption alongside my senior photo in the high school year book: “Some people ask me why I ride. For those who…
Comment magazine has just published my essay on Charles Wright’s poetry, “Show Me the World.” The piece focuses on Wright’s most recent collection, Sestets, which I highly recommend, along with his earlier collections Negative Blue and Scar Tissue. Here’s a snippet from the opening of the article: Of late, a stream of Christian cultural criticism…