Blog & Mablog
A podcast by Canon Press
678 Episodes
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So Did Adam and Eve Have to Get Remarried?
Published: 12/12/2022 -
A Brief Introductory Glossary on the Relationship of Christians and Jews
Published: 9/12/2022 -
In Which C.S. Lewis Wants Some Punks to Get Off His Lawn
Published: 5/12/2022 -
Five or Six Carolina Reapers on a Plate of Kraft Mac and Cheese
Published: 2/12/2022 -
My Part in a Delightful Little Proxy Row
Published: 2/12/2022 -
In Which I Toot My Own Horn, Albeit in a Modest and Becoming Fashion
Published: 23/11/2022 -
That Pink Stuff
Published: 23/11/2022 -
So the Fact You Are Paranoid Doesn’t Mean They’re Not After You . . .
Published: 16/11/2022 -
My 360° Whiteness Review
Published: 14/11/2022 -
Red, Red Whine
Published: 9/11/2022 -
Tenured Historians of the Golden Calf
Published: 7/11/2022 -
Evangelical Spandex at the Gym
Published: 7/11/2022 -
Like Dead Flies on a Window Sill
Published: 2/11/2022 -
Make Definitions Great Again
Published: 27/10/2022 -
Okay, So Halloween is Almost Here Again
Published: 25/10/2022 -
On Shaking Off the Christian Nationalism JimJams
Published: 20/10/2022 -
Drag Queens Twerking in the School Library
Published: 19/10/2022 -
Wedding As Adornment
Published: 13/10/2022 -
Don’t Waste Your Fifteen Minutes
Published: 10/10/2022 -
11 Reasons Why We Should Not Consider Thomism to be the Theological Equivalent of the Butterfly’s Boots
Published: 28/09/2022
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.
