A number of voters say they’ll boycott this fall’s US Presidential election. Their revulsion is understandable, but William Wilberforce might urge a little caution here.
Too much of the financial world is about idiocy. So writes Matthew Crawford. If you think he’s unfair, you’ve forgotten what private equity denotes.
On the whole, Europe goes on “holiday” throughout August. The US is trending this direction as well, especially with younger workers. We’re forgetting what holiday means.
In American Sign Language, the sign for “transgender” was changed recently. It’s a sign of the times, but not one that you might imagine.
If you enjoy a cold beer this summer, thank God. Beer and belief in God share a long history—one that stricter American Protestants once tried to squash.
Most believers lack the attention span—15 minutes—to walk a mile in others’ shoes. There’s a surprising reason why. A one-minute mile with a religious “none” will have to suffice.
C.S. Lewis wanted to found what he called a “school of translation.” This was part of an article that our son Stephen forwarded to me. Unfortunately, the author omitted the first part of Lewis’s story—how Lewis learned to translate. Here’s the complete story.
Ben Franklin made a seemingly insignificant edit to Jefferson’s draft of the Declaration of Independence. It wasn’t. It reveals a significant shortcoming of the Enlightenment.
Two-thirds of Americans can’t see themselves supporting either of the presumptive Presidential candidates. This is what the abolition of politics looks like.
Did you notice? One institution was conspicuously absent amidst the parade of officials explaining the ISIS-inspired massacre at an Orlando nightclub. Why?
Think globally, act locally. Good idea—but not great. It suggests we’re living in the land of the little loves.
Apologetics can feel like a 100-lb. backpack. You have to be a renaissance scholar. That’s a heavy load to lug. There’s an easier way. Apologetics can instead be a 4-lb. knapsack.
Selective memory can be self-serving. I often “forget” what my wife Kathy asks me to do. There is however a good sort of selective memory—one that helps us stay sane.
My wife Kathy and I are getting an education on community. We recently moved downtown. Our home has a large front porch. Our previous homes didn’t. They had rear decks. We’re learning why decks and patios make building community difficult.
In my mid 40s I began meeting men who were churning with angst. Many were Christians but all were restless for more. It was time for them to climb to a higher meadow. Today, after countless conversations, I have come to see five meadows.