It’s 12:14 a.m. and I am JOYously editing footnotes to my integrative project. I’m 20 pages in, baby.* I’m at that point where I know I could just turn the damn** thing in and call[…]
Second Sunday of Advent
This week the lectionary puts us in Luke 1, with Mary’s song. Here, upon learning that she would bear the Christ child (!!) Mary sings this joyous-slash-apocalyptic hymn. (Or Luke says she does!) I struggled[…]
Thesis Blog: Countdown
Sophomore year of college, my prose professor Dr. Allison assigned us a 1,500-word creative essay that just seemed way too impossible to write. So I sat in a study room with my friends Molly, Haley,[…]
First Sunday of Advent
(So I’m a little embarrassed by how long it’s been since I’ve posted. But, come on, I’m in grad school. I’m tired.) — For the weeks of Advent, my pastor Phil is graciously allowing* me[…]
“All We like Sheep” by David R. Slavitt
All We like Sheep No sheep would ever say, or, all right, think “The shepherd is our Lord.” They are not good with metaphors but, stupid as they may be, they know that the shepherd[…]
Thesis Blog: Musings
i. I fell asleep this afternoon and dreamed I was on a sinking ship. I was up in the loft area of this ship, aware that we were going under, but I was making no[…]
Thesis Blog: Augustine, more confusing than you thought
We talked, briefly, maybe five minutes total about Augustine in my church history class yesterday. (We’re still in the first few centuries AD, so Augustine isn’t quite ready to make his appearance.) But it got[…]
Thesis Blog: Solving my own problems
So I was writing an email to my thesis adviser, but I got most of the way through it when I realized I was solving my own problem. I didn’t send the email, but am[…]
Thesis Blog: The Dizziness of Freedom
This afternoon I read about Kierkegaard’s definition of dread, which is this fear of nothing (no object to the fear), a state that “concerns the realm of possible choices and not actual facts[;] it is[…]
Praise…
I think we should all try our hand at writing philosophical/theological poems. These few lines have been in my head the past few days. Praise Kierkegaard, who splintered Hegel’s creed Upon the rock of Existential need; Praise Barth, who[…]