Todd Billings weaves his struggle with a rare form of blood cancer together with probing biblical and theological reflection.
A funny thing happened on the way to the church-as-polis: I can now imagine being a resident alien and invested in the state, in all of its glorious failing.
I've always sensed a poverty of praxis in my own Reformed ecclesiology. But these days we Reformed Protestants are taking practices seriously, too: anointing, laying hands on the sick, imposing ashes.
Some classic works on the origins of modernity give pride of place to Calvinism. D. G. Hart will have none of it.