On just saying no
Related to my previous post, I have an essay at Good Letters digging into the hypocrisy of evangelicals, as represented by the American Family Association,
Thy kingdom come
I don’t think they love their children any less than I love my own, which tells me something about what their lives must be like,
Cantering to the gas chamber
A society doesn’t capsize all at once; it leans by degrees. It tilts, and the opinion mavens who are its deckhands rush about reassuring everyone
Scientific passions
Forty days have passed quickly and the feasting is over, so I suppose I should start putting together words again. When it’s not on this
Lament
When we tucked what remained of that little girl into the earth, I was relieved it was over. I was filled with something that felt
The presence and the devil
Some of you may appreciate my latest “Good Letters” essay, which is about redemption and communion and other heavy things. I know, a marked change
Which will falter
In the gathered dark freezing rain scaled the limbs, the leaves, and every outstretched thing. We woke to the thrum of a power line fallen,
Civilizing the civilizers
What happens when you gather thinkers in thrall to scientism, and ask them to list the most important books for civilization? A compendium that includes
The worldly vision
(Note: An expanded version of this essay—which attempts to address some of the objections leveled in the comments below as well as at The American Conservative—is over
The sickness
I write this on the day Fred Phelps, pretender to ministry, hater of gays, vitriolic picketer of soldiers’ funerals, has gone forth into the Judgement
Easing the burden
“I’m sorry I shot you in the face with my Nerf gun. Do you forgive me?” My son knows he is supposed to ask for
