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Hume, Miracles, and the Importance of Epistemology

Fresh ink need not always be spilled upon fresh ideas, and I am of the persuasion that revivified thinking may spring from echoes of old debates. For today, I take my task as such a reinvigoration of our thoughts: I want to discuss David Hume’s rejection of miracles – a subject that has perhaps hadContinue reading “Hume, Miracles, and the Importance of Epistemology”

Paternal Guidance

By my own power, I hope to flowerA life forg’d in the manner of true faith; Into the desert, no rain or shower,Ready to combat all demon and wraith. Hot sand trod upon, as I run along,Seeking all powers of Satan’s legion.Yet the mere sound of solitude does throng:Only my lonesome soul in this region.Continue reading “Paternal Guidance”

A Layman’s Consideration of the Binding of Isaac

When I was atheistic in my self-consciously held beliefs, I was dismissive of the Bible in many ways. As is the case for many non-Christian critics of Christians, I would accuse believers of never reading their Bibles; if they had read their Bibles, I would then trot out the usual panoply of complaints about theContinue reading “A Layman’s Consideration of the Binding of Isaac”

What Is ‘Knowledge’ and How Is It Known?

(Or The Folly of Philosophers) As is typical, the title of this post is much more grandiose than the conclusions that I will be able to come to by the end of the essay. What I intend here is a response to a specific problem that has floated about in philosophical circles, but I believeContinue reading “What Is ‘Knowledge’ and How Is It Known?”

Sunday’s Loves

A place built by hands not ours – He powers these short hoursIn which salvation flowers. Thereafter, we tend the child, our duty made but mildby hope of future fealty. Now laid to rest, we take hold of time free, rare as gold, When hearts to each other flee. After domestic relief, we conceiveOf anContinue reading “Sunday’s Loves”

On the Need and Risk of Poetical Experience

After having run a few errands, I returned home to find my wife and infant son resting on the couch after what seemed to have been quite a good feeding. Though he has not yet figured out his facial muscles and the relevant expressions that display certain emotions, I could tell given his posture andContinue reading “On the Need and Risk of Poetical Experience”

In Pursuit of Democracy

The word ‘democracy’ has become something of a buzzword in today’s political discourse, though it tends to be used in a manner that is not merely an easy term to throw around but as something believed to have true substance – this word is supposedly making a real demand of us. There has been anContinue reading “In Pursuit of Democracy”

The Coffee Shop

All tables and chairs seat chattering folksIn talk that ranges from debates to jokes; Scents of brewing and baking all around. A meek, old couple engaging in ScrabbleWhile two, young babes persistently babble; Hot drinks – mere pretext for smiles to be found. Familiar faces rushing by outsideAs calm within is allowed to abide; CoffeeContinue reading “The Coffee Shop”

Love or Euthanasia

My wife and I were recently sat in our living room enjoying some tea, and our conversation turned to her asking me a few questions about my return to Faith. She, having grown up in the Church, has had quite different experiences than I, and our conversation occasionally turns to these matters. It is alwaysContinue reading “Love or Euthanasia”