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Locke, Wesley, Romanticism

Peter J. Leithart

Richard Brantley states the thesis of his 1984 Locke, Wesley, and the Method of English Romanticism early in his…

David the Anti-Saul

Peter J. Leithart

Why does the Chronicler begin his narrative with Saul, and why with Saul’s death? As William Riley…

Infant Mortality

Peter J. Leithart

The Economist reports on the racial gap in American infant mortality rates: “Black babies born in America…

Joshing With God

Peter J. Leithart

The TLS “Poem of the Week” was James Fenton’s “God, a Poem.” It opens with this complaint…

Religion of Fullness

Peter J. Leithart

In his contribution to Joy and Human Flourishing, Jurgen Moltmann observes that modern theories of religion trace…

In Defense of Vengeance

Peter J. Leithart

Robert Solomon argues (The Joy of Philosophy) that “Vengeance is the original passion for justice. The word…

Big Philosophy

Peter J. Leithart

Robert Solomon’s The Joy of Philosophy is a defense of philosophy as a joyful wisdom, a la…

Fanny Price

Peter J. Leithart

Few readers love Fanny Price. Some hate her as deeply as Mark Twain professed to hate her…

God’s Purpose and the Church

Peter J. Leithart

In his Christian Ethics and the Church (67), Philip Turner provides a masterful summary of “the link…

Sign of Victory

Peter J. Leithart

Bach’s Cantata 80 is an elaboration of Luther’s “Ein Feste Burg.” The second movement of the Cantata…

Crown of Hair

Peter J. Leithart

According to 2 Chronicles 23:11, the people put a “crown” on the head of seven-year-old Joash, the…

Man of Blood

Peter J. Leithart

Twice in 1 Chronicles, David says he was prevented from building the temple because he shed “copious”…

David’s Census

Peter J. Leithart

The thesis of John Wright’s 1993 essay on the Chronicler’s account of David’s census (1 Chronicles 21)…

Justified in the Spirit

Peter J. Leithart

What is the Spirit’s role in justification—the justification of Jesus and of sinners? In Protestant theology, the…

Butterfly Center

Peter J. Leithart

My grandson screams and runs away  from a butterfly, flutterflower,  wings fine as petals. The butterfly, gentlest creature,…