Work of Memory

Right after Margaret and Pippa and I left Pittsburgh, my sister Holly mailed me a stack of old family photos. Most of them involve just the regular gang from around here, but a couple included my grandfather and Del (his second wife), some included my mother and relatives on her side of the family, and…

Oddly Familiar

This morning’s reading from 1 Peter rang a bell with me for more than just the usual reasons. This week begins the sequence of three weeks (one, two, three) for which I wrote preaching helps for the Epistle lesson from the Revised Common Lectionary, for the admirable Working Preacher website, where Frank preceded me last…

Two Down

I sent off an essay to the Yale Divinity alumni/ae magazine yesterday, and am reviewing the editor’s proposed version today. I sent off a book review that’s so late I can hardly think about it. And Margaret is away today, making arrangements for a job that I hope to be able to announce later today…

Backlog Stromateis

This morning, I finally went to the dentist to repair the tooth that I broke several weeks ago. If my life were a Symbolic Novel, this would count as a turning point toward restoration and renewed energies. Which I wouldn’t object to — I’m just not counting on anything at the moment. We do love…

I’ve Said It Differently But

Maggi appositely cites Dorothy Sayers: You would be ashamed to know as little about internal combustion as you know about Christian beliefs. I admit, you can practise Christianity without knowing much theology, just as you can drive a car without knowing much about internal combustion. But when something breaks down in the car, you go…

Richard T Herzog

Major Richard Thorburn Herzog (ret.), Ph.D., died back in January; I just heard about it from a round-robin email that some of our classmates from Bowdoin were circulating. Zog was one of the legendary figures of the fraternity to which we both belonged at Bowdoin College, the now-defunct Alpha Rho Upsilon (founded with Greek initials…

Noted In Passing

Stanley Fish’s column about why decontruction never posed a threat to Western civilization, and Jamie Smith’s article on why John Caputo’s version of Jesus betrays an insufficiently radical hermeneutics (hat tips to Tom and Jason, respectively).

Copyright Panic

Evidently I missed out on a wave of hysterical nonsense about copyright and “orphan works” from an animation columnist. At a time of vocational tumult for me, this sort of fustian tempts me to go to back to school to get a degree in intellectual property law (for the time being, I’ll leave that option…

Neurons Tingling

I’m in a two-day symposium at CTI, discussing the past 30 years (it was founded in 1978) and the coming 30 years of theological inquiry. The wireless signal doesn’t reach the conference room, though, and it’s Chatham House Rules — so I may post general impressions later, but live-blogging is right out.   Short summary:…

Weekday Update

The plateaus between valleys of sadness are getting longer. These are not the high ground of joy and gladness, but they’re navigable terrain with occasional sloughs of despond. We have generous friends and relatives keeping us keeping on.   Among our friends at the Center we number Nico Koopman, who has given me a new…

For Bill and Don

A long time ago, when Blogaria was experiencing its first population explosion, Halley sat with her dad through his dying. That was April 9. Back then I blogged one of my favorite poems for her, and for her father: Robert Herrick’s elegy for his friend, Ben Jonson. This afternoon I’m repeating it, for my own…