To Tell the Old, Old Story

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles...

Bohemian Rhapsody

Marvin stood at the end of the bridge corridor. He was not in fact a particularly small robot. His silver body gleamed in the dusty sunbeams and shook with the continual barrage which the building was...

Building a Mystery

I recently referred to myself as a “postsecular atheist,” which I think might be fairly accurate if I knew what it meant. I’ve been wondering about that. Insisting that I’m tec...

Joshua Wrote the Battle of Jericho

Matthew Flannagan is apparently a glutton for punishment. He’s certainly an accomplished straw-man artist. But what else is new? In my review of Copan’s book, I critiqued Copan for stating...