683 Episodes

  1. Jumping Off the Barn

    Published: 10/16/2024

  2. A Hard Case

    Published: 10/14/2024

  3. Love for Your People, Disordered Affections, and Failing the Stress Test | Blog and Mablog

    Published: 10/9/2024

  4. TheoFoes, TheoBros, and Mother Jones in TheoThroes | Blog & Mablog

    Published: 10/8/2024

  5. American Color

    Published: 10/2/2024

  6. Coalitions and Weirdos

    Published: 9/30/2024

  7. Prop 1: A Five Gallon Bucket of Bad Ideas

    Published: 9/25/2024

  8. In All His Holy Mountain

    Published: 9/24/2024

  9. Smashmouth Rising

    Published: 9/17/2024

  10. On Churchill and the Pulling Down of Statues

    Published: 9/11/2024

  11. What’s Wrong With Human Rights?

    Published: 9/9/2024

  12. Love Must Be Uneven to Be True

    Published: 9/4/2024

  13. The Fingerbone of St. Johnny of Cash

    Published: 9/3/2024

  14. 7 Theses on Educating Your Daughters

    Published: 8/28/2024

  15. Why Your Vote Is No Sacrament

    Published: 8/27/2024

  16. Narnian Lessons for Idaho

    Published: 8/21/2024

  17. Sounds FV

    Published: 8/20/2024

  18. The Death of God, our Founding Fathers, Nietzsche, the Tombs of the Prophets, and a Few Other Ends and Odds

    Published: 8/14/2024

  19. A Tweet Thread Credo

    Published: 8/12/2024

  20. On Donning a Three-Layered Tinfoil Hat

    Published: 8/7/2024

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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.