You had me at Nacho Libre

I'm not quite sure what I'm doing here. I've stayed away from blogging for all the normal reasons: I'm not certain that I have anything to say in 500 words, much less anything to say in an interesting way. Moreover, the internet seems to have a way of drawing out the worst sort of writing: over-earnest soliloquies, bitter tirades, etc.

What has changed? Let's just say that when cornered in a dark alley by everyone's favorite Welsh theologian, one has few options but to cooperate...

Truth be told, though, fear of Welsh giants isn't the only reason I'm here. There's also the promise of a place where sturdy defenses of divine simplicity sit comfortably alongside intelligent references to Nacho Libre. Now that's the kind of intersection between theology and culture I can get excited about!

So here I am. I shall endeavor to avoid being over-earnest and bitter. And if I become too boring, I have a backup plan already in place that involves re-posting Carl's old blogs and paying Fred Sanders to be my ghostwriter.