Blog & Mablog
A podcast by Canon Press
683 Episodes
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As the Air Mattress Spins Around You Can See Lots of Things
Published: 20/05/2020 -
Not Very Much Feck At All
Published: 18/05/2020 -
Breaking the Law and Cases of Conscience
Published: 13/05/2020 -
More Than Hardware Is Brewing
Published: 11/05/2020 -
All Divvied Up
Published: 06/05/2020 -
Masking the Masquerade
Published: 05/05/2020 -
A Liberty Primer
Published: 04/05/2020 -
Understanding Panic Porn in the Aftermath
Published: 27/04/2020 -
Sweater Vest 4: Covid, Testimonies, and Stupid Doesn't Work
Published: 26/04/2020 -
So Let’s Call It the No Legal Footing Lock Down
Published: 23/04/2020 -
One of Our Bees Is Missing
Published: 21/04/2020 -
So the Washington Examiner Picked Up On Our Story
Published: 18/04/2020 -
I Am Not Sure I Have Ever Been Damned with Fainter Praise
Published: 17/04/2020 -
And So It Was That Mankind Decided to Accept His High and Lonely Destiny
Published: 16/04/2020 -
This Shambling and Shameful and Shambolic Shamdemic
Published: 13/04/2020 -
Romans 13 and the COVID-19 Virus
Published: 10/04/2020 -
And Now for a Spot of Good News, However Unwelcome That Might Be
Published: 06/04/2020 -
What Trump is Up To Now, Along with Some Other COVID-Ends and Corona-Odds
Published: 03/04/2020 -
Scriptural Quarantine
Published: 03/04/2020 -
COVIDIOCY-19
Published: 30/03/2020
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.
