In the midst of work and the writing of a fairly large paper for the end of the semester, I just wanted to write something–even just something small–so that this blog doesn’t fall by the wayside once again. So I figured I’d write about something that I’ve been thinking a lot about: Jacques Ellul.

Ask anyone in my family and they’ll tell you that I’ve always been a reader. I always had to think for a while about what books I would be taking with me to family holiday parties and events, and for most of my life the various bedrooms I’ve occupied in our house have had as their dominant feature two (or sometimes three) bookshelves, which were always as loaded down with books as they could be.