IN SHAKESPEARE'S RICHARD II, Richard's uncle, "old John of Gaunt," infirm, close to death, makes an observation on the value of parting...

1603.There is a discernable hum about the city. The swarm and tread of a long forgotten life, a life far removed from our own—a large, teeming, and animated life, fluid, and slightly opaque, like the Thames that winds ventricle-like through its heart. The market at Smithfield is effuse with a smell that might be burnt brick, tallow, or sea coal. The slow moan and shuttle of livestock. There are the alehouses and ladies of sale. The bear-baiting precincts of Southwark and the

THERE WERE NO DENOMINATIONS. No Baptist. No pentecostal. No Presbyterians. Other than a few renegade bands (Lollards among them), there...

A BELOVED FRIEND OF MINE, an author, has listened to the audio version of my TYNDALE book more than thirty times. Perhaps forty. Though...

IN JANUARY, I posted an article called REFLECTING 17: THE BIG EVENT. True to its title, it looked back on the events of 2017, or at least...