When I learned there was a plan to translate the complete edition of Kierkegaard's journals and notebooks, I was dubious as to the need. I was dead wrong.
Kevin Vanhoozer demonstrates that Christian thought is a more engaging, embodied affair than much that passes for thinking these days.
I don’t know what a perfect first-century family looked like, but I’m certain that Joseph and Mary didn’t qualify.
Most moral arguments against suicide are built on premises of faith. But Jennifer Hecht, a poet and first-rate historian of ideas, is intent on providing secular reasons for refraining from it.
"Love never ends,” St. Paul writes in the lesson we read from 1 Corinthians 13. Or, put more positively, “love abides.” What does that really mean—to say that “love abides”? Or, indeed, what possible sense could it make to say this in a world in which the truth so clearly seems to be that love quite often does not abide?