Volume 15, Issue 2

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Volume 15, Issue 2:

Emotion:

Masthead

Thema: Rattling the Stoics

Douglas Jones messes around with other people's feelings.

" Why do we cringe when God calls Himself an emotion?

Some of us cringe because we instantly hear a little girl's voice saying "God is love." Most contemporary Christians are closet Buddhists. And we whisper with circle eyes about love and compassion like the Dalai Lama. "

The Supporting Cast:

Sharpening Iron: Letters to the Editor

From Us, From You

The Cretan Times: New News

Douglas Jones

Presbyterion: On Church Government

Preach to the Chest - Douglas Wilson

Liturgia: on Worship

Why Sacraments are not Signs - Peter Leithart

Musica: On Perky Tunes

Growing up Lutheran - Kim Schuler

Husbandry: For Husbands

A Home in the Right Key - Douglas Wilson

Femina: For Wives

Mothers and Daughters - Nancy Wilson

Childer: On Childrearing

Trinitarian Family Life - Douglas Wilson

Ex Libris

Baudolino - Woelke Leithart

Flotsam: Jetsam

Humor Required - Nathan Wilson

Stauron

Thy Kingdom Came - Gary Hagen

Virga: On Discipline

Count Your Hazards - Matt Whiltling

Tohu: Bohu

Against Subjects - Jared Miller

Incarnatus

Knowing is Telling - Michael Metzler

Poimen

The New Guy, Pt. 1 - Joost Nixon

Doctrine 101: Basic Christian Teaching

Modern Apostles - Patch Blakey

Poetics

Poetry Reviews - Douglas Jones

Meander: A River in Greece

Meat and Potatoes - Douglas Wilson

Cave of Adullam: Mutterings Regnant

Phil Donawho

Eschaton: Finale

Strategic Optimism Pt. 2 - Jack Van Deventer

Ex Imagibus

Two Annoying Films - Nathan Wilson

Footnotes, Etc.: Where We Got All This

Our Wonderful Sources

Fiction:

Similitudes: Stories with a Point

Always West - Douglas Wilson

On either side of the path, the forest extended into a dim artificial twilight. No beams of sunlight broke through the green roof of the woods, and yet fragments of that light made their way down to the ground where vast trunks of trees and brown leaves covered the forest floor.

"How far do we have to go?" Andrew asked.

"A fortnight of good walking," said Beow.