The Washington Post recently interviewed Marilynne Robinson, the Pulitzer-Prize winning author of Gilead, and most recently, of Home. Here’s how the interview begins: If you want to understand how different Marilynne Robinson is from other contemporary novelists — how different,…
The Gospel and Culture Project has launched a new website that will be of interest to most if not all readers of Reformation 21. The website is edited by Chris Simmons, who is an expert in film and who attended…
During our earlier discussion of Tim Keller’s book The Prodigal God, I pointed out the way some have used this parable to undermine the centrality of the atonement in salvation. I also stated that I was confident that Keller would…
In case anyone might be interested, here is the link for the remarks I made last month about a Christian perspective on the current economy. The occasion was a gathering of the Wheaton Associates who met for breakfast at Wheaton…
When government officials e-mailed for a translation of the words “No entry for heavy goods vehicles. Residential traffic only” what came back was the Welsh equivalent of “I am not in the office at the minute. Please send any work…
Got Trueman on your pod? Here. The lads at Christ the Center get our man Carl for 62 minutes of scintillating discussion of, among other things, “the contribution of Owen to Trinitarian theology and practice with his emphasis on the…
With Veterans Day right around the corner, I did a pastor’s letter this week on how to pray for our soldiers (as an old Army guy, I use “soldier” as an all-purpose military personnel term, and as a way of showing charity…
On Wednesday morning I watched my four-year-old son (the same one who raided Carl Trueman’s candy dish) watch news footage of America’s first black president. I don’t think he thought to himself, “That’s a black man.” He just saw him…
Growing up, I adored my grandfather. He was probably the funniest man I ever knew, with a razor sharp wit, absurdism and satire running through his veins, and an imagination that seemed to know no bounds. His letters to me…
Growing up, I adored my grandfather. He was probably the funniest man I ever knew, with a razor sharp wit, absurdism and satire running through his veins, and an imagination that seemed to know no bounds. His letters to me…
