682 Episodes

  1. Why Candace Should Stop Connecting Dots

    Published: 10/15/2025

  2. The Failure of Big God Theology

    Published: 10/7/2025

  3. Revivals and Seismographs

    Published: 10/1/2025

  4. The Sins of Different Sub-Cultures, and the Color of Repentance

    Published: 10/1/2025

  5. Charlie’s Death: Aftermath and Pursuit

    Published: 9/24/2025

  6. Reactionaries and Their Discontents

    Published: 9/22/2025

  7. Full Preterism and the Death Problem

    Published: 9/16/2025

  8. A Lament for Charlie Kirk

    Published: 9/13/2025

  9. Skinhead Flashbacks

    Published: 9/13/2025

  10. Put On Your Red Dress, Baby

    Published: 9/13/2025

  11. How to Bonk Heads With Yourself

    Published: 9/3/2025

  12. Trusting God in a Hard Providence

    Published: 9/3/2025

  13. Larry Arnn and the Hillsdale Half Step

    Published: 8/25/2025

  14. Demonizing for Fun and Profit

    Published: 8/20/2025

  15. In Which Russell Moore, Mike Cosper, Clarissa Moll, and Your Humble Servant Have a Frank Exchange of Views

    Published: 8/19/2025

  16. That CNN Report: Viewing the Game Film

    Published: 8/14/2025

  17. Is That All America Is To You?

    Published: 8/14/2025

  18. Dealing With Anxiety

    Published: 8/13/2025

  19. Okay, Okay . . . All Right, Already

    Published: 8/5/2025

  20. The Wine of Red Forgiveness

    Published: 7/30/2025

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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.