T.S. Eliot

This is not something any sports superstar is supposed to say.

Why even try to paint flowers after Van Gogh already perfected it?

Rhyme and Verse on the Lord’s Birth

In the congregation of adult children, the film offers a cloaked warning for those who think they’ve outgrown childishness.

Wisdom is not an upward, accumulation of learning, but the confounding incursion of death and resurrection.

An official occasion of uncomfortable people.

How much do we really know?

Hope on the Road of Despair

Gilbert Keith Chesterton has become rather blasé in Evangelical culture. It’s no longer fashionable to […]

Grateful for this incredible piece by Nate Mills: When I was 3 or 4 I […]

A letter from TS Eliot was published earlier this week in The Paris Review, and […]

Click here to listen to this week’s episode of The Mockingcast, which features an interview […]