Yes, I’m still alive.
When New Year’s rolled around, I knew that I needed a break, but I never expected to go silent for more than two months. Many thanks to those of you who have reached out to make sure I was OK.
I’m on sabbatical this semester at Wheaton, which means I am working as hard as ever but with a narrower focus. As I have shared several times on this blog, my sense of vocation–my heart’s greatest desire–is to be in conversation with folks outside of the Academy about the intersection of the love of God, the life of the mind, and the study of the past. Toward that end, I am finishing up a long-overdue manuscript for Intervarsity Press (“A Little Book for New Historians”) and laying the groundwork for at least two other book projects as well. I now spend almost all of my time in a tiny cubicle in the college library, writing a bit every day and devoting the rest of the time to reading, reading, and more reading. As soon as the weather allows, I’ll relocate to a camp chair in a local forest preserve, but other than that my routine will stay the same.
But I’m not going to ignore you entirely. I’ll try to share some of what I am reading with you occasionally, and I plan to re-post a selection of essays from previous years (maybe once a week or so).
I look forward to resuming the conversation.