Lately I’ve been reading through the book of Ezekiel. There are parts of this book that are often quoted because they are so readily applicable to our twenty-fi...
I have a problem: I’m terribly prideful. When I sit down to consider my life, I’m filled with a sort of warm, complacent glow at the thought that I’m such a bri...
Recently I’ve been reading The Moonstone, by Wilkie Collins, which is an excellent book and one of the first detective stories ever. Much could be written on it...
Afternoon tea—that particularly English custom—is, I have decided, one of the best things in the world. Furthermore, I think that it is a custom well worth brin...
Last weekend I visited Ely, a tiny little market town in England with a huge cathedral. It is a richly beautiful place, begun in 1081 and refurbished and added ...
Bare ruined choirs, where once the sweet birds sang… –William Shakespeare
There is something uniquely melancholy about a ruined church, I always think. Ruine...
In my last post, I discussed some ways of jolting myself out of my functionally atheist rut—ways of remembering God in times and places that aren’t always condu...
This morning I sat down to write my blog post and realized that it had been a long time since I had really thought about God. To be more precise, it had been ju...
Something very exciting happened to my father yesterday. He found out that he was wrong.
My father is a mechanical engineer, and was running some tests in the ...
Last week I saw a movie that made me want to change the world. And it was about aliens from outer space.
When I rented District 9, I certainly wasn’t expecting...
