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[…]
I am a Ph.D. student at Drew Theological School studying Christian Social Ethics. Learn more about me at laurendsawyer.com.
As I’ve begun research for my thesis–which, let’s be honest, will probably focus on John Updike–I re-found this poem of his. I’m playing around with writing on Updike’s juxtaposition (?) of sex and theology–how a[…]
I am a Ph.D. student at Drew Theological School studying Christian Social Ethics. Learn more about me at laurendsawyer.com.
Lord Whoever, thank you for this air I’m about to in- and exhale, this hutch in the woods, the wood for fire, the light–both lamp and the natural stuff of leaf-back, fern, and wing. For[…]
In her latest post Lauren wrote about literature’s ability to shape our perceptions of the world. The written word provides access points to God, to Truth; it conditions our vision. The literature we produce and[…]
I am pursuing my vocation as a pastor-poet by studying biblical literature at Indiana Wesleyan University and reading lots of Eugene Peterson, Mary Oliver, and Walter Brueggemann.
My boyfriend Nate and I saw The Great Gatsby over the weekend at a theater where we could drink along with the flappers. I thought Luhrmann’s interpretation of Fitzgerald’s novel was an absolute dream (heh.), except he went[…]
I am a Ph.D. student at Drew Theological School studying Christian Social Ethics. Learn more about me at laurendsawyer.com.
Today is my final day of spring break, with summer term starting bright and early at 9 a.m. tomorrow. I was hoping to post more to this blog over break, but I found myself actually[…]
I am a Ph.D. student at Drew Theological School studying Christian Social Ethics. Learn more about me at laurendsawyer.com.
There is a hush now while the hills rise up and God is going to sleep. He trusts the ship of Heaven to take over and proceed beautifully as he lies dreaming in the lap[…]
From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship[…]
This semester I practice Sabbath on Thursday mornings. For a few hours I leave Indiana Wesleyan University’s campus to read and write poetry at a local coffee shop or walk and reflect at a local[…]
I am pursuing my vocation as a pastor-poet by studying biblical literature at Indiana Wesleyan University and reading lots of Eugene Peterson, Mary Oliver, and Walter Brueggemann.
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; Each[…]
I am a graduate student studying english education in the deep south, and I am endlessly in love with Jesus, Flannery O' Connor, and other social pariahs.