
In a World of Speech
Snow is the humblest weather.
I have the quiet joy of watching it right now, during my favorite time of the day: dawn. The latest nor’easter has shouldered its way

Snow is the humblest weather.
I have the quiet joy of watching it right now, during my favorite time of the day: dawn. The latest nor’easter has shouldered its way

Currently, amidst the Reformed discussion concerning God’s simplicity and immutability, there has been repeated references to the anthropomorphic language of Scripture. It is commonly understood that language attributing human emotions

With a smirk befitting someone about to deliver the authoritative word on a subject long puzzled over, the apostle John reaches for his pen to begin inscribing his gospel account (or so I can at least imagine).

Snow is the humblest weather.
I have the quiet joy of watching it right now, during my favorite time of the day: dawn. The latest nor’easter has shouldered its way

Currently, amidst the Reformed discussion concerning God’s simplicity and immutability, there has been repeated references to the anthropomorphic language of Scripture. It is commonly understood that language attributing human emotions

With a smirk befitting someone about to deliver the authoritative word on a subject long puzzled over, the apostle John reaches for his pen to begin inscribing his gospel account (or so I can at least imagine).
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Summer1
By Geerhardus Vos Translated by Daniel Ragusa
Though countless signs around me brim
that he the land doth greet,
how shall I ever find him
or where his

Autumn1 By Geerhardus Vos Translated by Daniel Ragusa Still lingers golden autumn, still stand harvest colors,
Ripening in field, still roams through woods and gardens
A lovely postlude

I had the privilege of participating in a panel discussion on Danny Olinger’s excellent biography of Geerhardus Vos at the Presbyterian Scholars Conference, held at Harbor House, Wheaton College, on

Winter’s Death[1] by Geerhardus Vos
Here lies the Winter hated,
Goliath-like prostrated,
Whom David’s stone laid low.
Recovered from earth’s chillness,
Spring uses the first stillness
To put left-over illness
Beneath the thin-grown snow. His efforts