For Rose Macaulay in The Towers of Trebizond, a story of moral seriousness couldn’t afford to tie up everything neatly.
The Taoist influence in Star Wars is undeniable, but Rey’s journey and this film as a whole look a lot more like Christian baptism.
Something new is appearing in the culture: a dissatisfaction with a banal materialism and a nostalgia for a story that gives hope, one that tells of a sacred tree.
In The Vision of the Soul, James Matthew Wilson asserts that the Western tradition is dominated by one name: Plato.
One of the most handy words the skeptic can throw at the religious person is "superstitious."
In a capitalistic society with brand-name water, I could spend thousands of dollars preparing for pilgrimag and never say a single prayer.
Star Wars was certainly not the fullness of the Christian hope and faith, but a new light was shining in a culture that had only 11 years before celebrated the “Death of God” on the cover of Time.
“Self-awareness” has become something of a cultural phenomenon of late. Yet for all its benefits, there are limits to what it can achieve.