Blog & Mablog
A podcast by Canon Press
683 Episodes
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In Which I Consider the Propriety of Tying a Bandanna Around My Head and Coming Off the Top Ropes
Published: 25/03/2020 -
Three Reasons Why the White House Must Refuse to Panic
Published: 23/03/2020 -
Like Taking a Header Into the River to Get Out of Some Drizzle
Published: 19/03/2020 -
Contagion, Cooties, and COVID-19
Published: 16/03/2020 -
The Lie of Servant Leadership
Published: 16/03/2020 -
Gaslighting the Goobers
Published: 09/03/2020 -
Roman Catholics & Salvation / Sweater Vest Dialogues / James White & Douglas Wilson
Published: 08/03/2020 -
A Brief Rejoinder to Preston Sprinkle
Published: 05/03/2020 -
An Evangelical Case for Four More Years
Published: 02/03/2020 -
3 Reasons Why Socialism Should Not Be Considered as the Butterfly’s Boots
Published: 26/02/2020 -
How to Fly Your Cast Iron Kites
Published: 25/02/2020 -
Unleashing My Inner Tozer
Published: 20/02/2020 -
Clueless or Complicit
Published: 18/02/2020 -
Hardly the Charge of the Light Brigade
Published: 13/02/2020 -
Not That Simple
Published: 12/02/2020 -
Confessions of a Toxic Boy
Published: 03/02/2020 -
Now That’s A Lot of Water, Right There
Published: 29/01/2020 -
Donald Trump, the March for Life, and Your 2020 Vote
Published: 29/01/2020 -
Assemblin’, Carryin’, n’ Sayin’ Stuff
Published: 22/01/2020 -
The Crisis Regarding “Evangelical Fascism”
Published: 20/01/2020
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.
