the imaginative conservative logo

John Mark Reynolds

John Mark Reynolds
Dr. John Mark Reynolds is President and Professor of Philosophy at The Constantine School, a Senior Fellow of Humanities at The King’s College in New York City, and a Fellow of the Center For Science and Culture at The Discovery Institute. He is the former provost of Houston Baptist University and was the founder and director of the Torrey Honors Institute, the Socratic, great books-centered honors program at Biola University. Dr. Reynolds received his Ph.D. in Philosophy from the University of Rochester and is the author of When Athens Met Jerusalem: an Introduction to Classical and Christian Thought.
3 114

In Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, Brutus, the noblest Roman of them all, ends his life working with people he cannot respect, haunted by visions of the friend he has murdered, and in a cause that fails and deserves to fail...
0 524

The first fragment of Plato's Timaeus is worth a lifetime of study. There is a whole education in just these few lines. The attention drawn to mathematics from them and the elevation of mathematics in the rest of the Timaeus made Western thinkers look to mathematics for truth...
0 543

To the extent that I am a human person, Homer's Iliad speaks to me, but my particular circumstances are my own. As a result, a great question will help all people, including me, and so might be applicable to my peculiar place in space and time without being...
1 643

Young Socrates needed to learn how to clarify and defend an argument. He had to learn to push tirelessly against convention, if convention had no defense... As parents none of us are Mary or Joseph, so educating a young...
1 1284

We did not discard most of the image of reality from the Middle Ages. The lovely whole image was smashed like stained glass under the hammer of zealots, but later people recovered fragments and used them to create the world in which we live...
2 881

Dante reminded us that this world is good, as far it goes, but it is not the ultimate. We love this land well, but not as the final resting place for our bones. We are exiles until the New Heaven and the New Earth...
0 2419

Wind. All he could hear was wind. The voice of Max and the others vanished in the gale of his waking nightmare. It was dark, the kind of perfect darkness modern people...