When a particular mode of production, or of concern, reaches certain thresholds, or when public taste shifts palpably enough, artifacts attesting to it arise to delineate its contours. Often this happens around the turn of the century, or when a major figure dies

Eventually, we’d get around to the question “have you read anything good recently?” And that's when our cartridge needles would settle into our respective grooves and things would really start swinging.

SPU’s Camp Casey is one of my favorite places in the whole world.

The Year of our Lord 2022 in music.

I brought my camera this time, so I could share with you some of the highlights.

In the opening chapters of Anthony Trollope’s novel The Way We Live Now, Lady Carbury, sends the following letter

A gathering of my radio appearances on WORD-FM with John and Kathy.

I love the course because it allows me to talk about my favorite things: poetry and Christianity. But also I love how much is possible under those headings.

Philip James Bailey’s first poem was met with some rather excitable Victorian admirers.

What is evident about YHWH from at least as far back as the Abraham-Isaac story, is that He is perfectly comfortable disturbing the narrative from without.

The getaway vehicle was going to be a Bentley, but we moved out wedding date over a few days and so he asked would a white Rolls Royce be alright with me? Yes, I assured him, a Rolls Royce would be fine.

As with other forms of beauty, I've been interested in the aesthetic of smells for most of my life.

Amid so much that was bad, so many lives lost and also so much life—graduations missed and readings and concerts cancelled, careers stalled, businesses shuttered—there was, nevertheless this year much to rejoice.

I wanted to offer here a little more evidence for why I think we should consider Advent a time of joyous anticipation rather than one of solemnity, mostly for the unconvinced.

I don’t know what happened to damage Amazing Mike’s sense of consistency—let’s sell incredible cakes from the ugliest storefront imaginable! Let’s have pretty cakes taste like cardboard and plain one’s taste like ecstasy!—but I’m glad it did.