Grinding My Postmill Coffee Beans

I promised Frank Turk an additional response to Carl Trueman’s jab at King’s College, and so here goes. There were two basic points that Trueman made that I didn’t get to. The first has to do with Trueman’s middle class “chatterati” and their bland biblically-tinged bromides, and the second has to do with how many …

Trueman, Toilets, and Transformation

Carl Trueman writes with verve and sass, which is of course a good thing, so it is a pity when he whiffs one. Don’t get me wrong — the swing was picture perfect, but the ball somehow still wound up in the catcher’s mitt. The occasion was a jab that D.G. Hart was taking at …