Will you support my work? You can simply BUY me a COFFEE!
To be fair, I’ve had a mixed response to what I’m offering here. One friend, in particular, felt it was a waste of time because,
Why don’t you just try to win them over…? A complaint that I’ve heard frequently goes something like this. If you have a grievance against
Last summer, I was a contributor at Oak Hill Theological College’s annual School of Theology day. It was a real privilege to be involved and
This is the 11th post in a short series trying to grapple with today’s sense of malaise in British evangelicalism. One of The West Wing’s big
You will know of Godwin’s law, I’m sure, whereby the longer an internet discussion countinues, “the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches 1.” So, I’m afraid, the time has come.
One of the most gripping if chilling works of history that I’ve read is one that I find myself returning to a lot these days, despite the fact that it is well over 10 years since I first encountered it (in early research for Wilderness of Mirrors). Sir Ian Kershaw has spent a lifetime researching 20th Century German history and has brought all kinds of profound insights to the anglophone world (including through his mammoth two-volume biography of Hitler).
This one’s been a struggle, strangely. Hence the delay. I keep returning to the fact that Lewis’ original essay is entirely sufficient on the matter.
This is the 5th post in a short series trying to grapple with today’s sense of malaise in British evangelicalism. We’re all aware of body
We had a week beside the sea, last week. Nothing quite like the North Sea in October! Blustery Norfolk skies and coastal walks are the
One of the many reasons for missing life in central London is Daunt Books. I’ve mentioned it a few times here, including in this post
It was simply impossible to keep on the usual trajectory of readings with the horrors on the news. Forget the virus. Forget the Brexit car
I know little about Christopher Smart (1722-1771), apart from the fact that the suffered the torments, like his almost contemporary William Cowper, of an eighteenth-century
Sacred Treasure The Josh Harris ‘deconversion’ story (for those who are aware) is very sad and my heart goes out to him and his family.