More fearful than a final sleep, to me, is indefinite wakefulness in a world where the body can be kept plodding along, but no doctor can mend the riven heart of man. Tony Woodlief. Frozen Heads and Riven Hearts. Image Journal Blog. September 6, 2011. The past few posts have been about the new hopeful eschatology […]

I’m convinced that bad art derives, like bad literary theory, from bad theology. To know God falsely is to write and paint and sculpt and cook and dance Him falsely. Perhaps it’s not poor artistic skill that yields bad Christian art, in other words, but poor Christianity… …The worst Christian novels seem to forget Oswald […]