Rather than trumpeting my accomplishments at the end of the year—anyone can do that, after all—I’d like to reflect briefly on my year’s biggest struggles both professional and (slightly) personally.
The danger of assuming Jesus looks just like me is pretty simple: Jesus is not just like me…Jesus always stands with those on the margins of society; he was neither white nor privileged.
When asked, my students articulated clear, considered reasons for their religious views on their Facebook profile. What does this say about new media and religion today?
“Do what I say, not what I do.” I recently began a PhD program in Rhetoric, Writing, and Culture. Why? Because I’m a glutton for punishment, bad odds, and the esoteric. Also, I’m a sucker for academic virtues and the love of learning. But, learner beware: a PhD in the humanities is probably a bad idea.
Is there a difference between a “Christian College” and a “church-related” college? What is the best working connection between faith and learning in higher education?
I spend a lot of time in coffee shops. I go to coffee shops to read and write. For work, I regularly meet students and colleagues in coffee shops. I even got engaged in a coffee shop. I’m a coffee shop connoisseur, a java junkie, a free wireless wonk. Here, then, are my top coffee shop quality indicators.
Why is an evangelical Divinity School Dean and Glenn Beck’s website “The Blaze” writing about God’s wrath and the Presbyterian Church? Answer: copyright law and a decision by our hymnal committee. I guess I’m not surprised that in a news environment itching for the latest click bait, the absence of one hymn in the new Presbyterian Hymnal is being cited as evidence for people’s previously-held theories of the denomination.
Too many millennials have reflected on their faith saying, in part….“I just went through the church motions until college. So, to parents out there, a word of encouragement: talk to your children about faith!
I long for another cultural frame with which to approach the NSA revelations. I’m tired of fear. I’m sick of worry. I hate labeling any other—be it general unknown, the government, or that “foreign outsider”—a threat in the name of vigilance. I read my Bible and, over and over again, the phrase “fear not” provokes me.