Joseph Grabowski

Next year, the United States will celebrate its Semiquincentennial, or 250th anniversary. Per Wikipedia, other names under which this occasion is being heralded include “Bisesquicentennial,” “Sestercentennial,” “Quarter Millennium,” and—inspired, no doubt, by the advertising and marketing fads of late capitalism—the banal “America250,” which sounds more like a software suite than a memorial. The date of […]

You may know Jack. Jack’s a fairly typical American male in his late 30s – a bit out of alignment at the waistline and in a few other respects. A majority of his muscles retired from active service 20 years ago after he played his last high school football game, and his weakness for cheeseburgers

One of the signs that a creative genius has made a lasting impact on culture is when his or her name enters the lexicon itself. This truth was brought home to me recently with the death of celebrated filmmaker David Lynch. In the days following, much ink was spilled on the word “Lynchian.” Whether one

(Warning: Spoilers for “The Eye of Apollo” follow.) In the first nine stories in The Innocence of Father Brown, the priest discussed reason, redemption, pride, humility, and the presence of evil. In “The Eye of Apollo,” Father Brown sermonizes on a form of neopaganism and the arrogance of mind cure theories. As the narrative opens,

In my 26 years, I have an admission that might surprise fellow bibliophiles: I tend to not enjoy re-reading books. Although I occasionally notice new insights the second time around, the familiarity of the plot in fiction or the arguments in non-fiction generally dampens the experience for me. Perhaps my perspective will shift with time,

I was recently reminded of an old joke about education. According to the joke, there are three great reasons to be a teacher: June, July, and August. Now, I haven’t heard this joke among Chesterton Academy faculty members, but I have heard teachers in other settings make further statements that imply that they actually may

Writing of what he called “the thrilling romance of orthodoxy,” Chesterton observes: “People have fallen into a foolish habit of speaking of orthodoxy as something heavy, humdrum, and safe. There never was anything so perilous or so exciting as orthodoxy.”  He goes on to relate how the historic Christian Church was in every age beset

A beetle may or may not be inferior to a man— the matter awaits demonstration; but if he were inferior by ten thousand fathoms, the fact remains that there is probably a beetle view of things of which a man is entirely ignorant. If he wishes to conceive that point of view, he will scarcely