Was Machen Gay?—Or, How Not To Do History

When I read Steelman’s essay, I tried to do so with an open mind. After all, until I saw Machen’s letter to his mother, I did not know concretely about his segregationist convictions. Honesty requires that we incorporate that fact (without exaggerating it or any single fact) into the story about Machen and into my understanding of who he was and what he did. Continue reading →

Machen Worked & Played Harder Than You Do

It does seem to me that there can never be any true advance, and above all there can never be any true prayer, unless a man does pause occasionally, as on some mountain vantage ground, to try, at least, to evaluate the age in which he is living. And when I do that, I cannot for the life of me see how any man with even the slightest knowledge of history can help recognizing the fact that we are living in a time of sad decadence—a decadence only thinly disguised by the material achievements of our age, which already are beginning to pall on us like a new toy. Continue reading →