Blog & Mablog
A podcast by Canon Press
683 Episodio
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An Open Letter to President Trump About Heaven
Pubblicato: 15/10/2025 -
Why Candace Should Stop Connecting Dots
Pubblicato: 15/10/2025 -
The Failure of Big God Theology
Pubblicato: 07/10/2025 -
Revivals and Seismographs
Pubblicato: 01/10/2025 -
The Sins of Different Sub-Cultures, and the Color of Repentance
Pubblicato: 01/10/2025 -
Charlie’s Death: Aftermath and Pursuit
Pubblicato: 24/09/2025 -
Reactionaries and Their Discontents
Pubblicato: 22/09/2025 -
Full Preterism and the Death Problem
Pubblicato: 16/09/2025 -
A Lament for Charlie Kirk
Pubblicato: 13/09/2025 -
Skinhead Flashbacks
Pubblicato: 13/09/2025 -
Put On Your Red Dress, Baby
Pubblicato: 13/09/2025 -
How to Bonk Heads With Yourself
Pubblicato: 03/09/2025 -
Trusting God in a Hard Providence
Pubblicato: 03/09/2025 -
Larry Arnn and the Hillsdale Half Step
Pubblicato: 25/08/2025 -
Demonizing for Fun and Profit
Pubblicato: 20/08/2025 -
In Which Russell Moore, Mike Cosper, Clarissa Moll, and Your Humble Servant Have a Frank Exchange of Views
Pubblicato: 19/08/2025 -
That CNN Report: Viewing the Game Film
Pubblicato: 14/08/2025 -
Is That All America Is To You?
Pubblicato: 14/08/2025 -
Dealing With Anxiety
Pubblicato: 13/08/2025 -
Okay, Okay . . . All Right, Already
Pubblicato: 05/08/2025
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.
