fter noting the Robert Louis Wilken article the other day, I knew
there was an article that I'd read in First Things
that I had thought might be an appropriate one for dealing with the same introductory or orienting issue of how it is that the entire science of theology has been disenfranchised in recent history. On the Badger Bus from Milwaukee to Madison on my way to visit Mum for a few days, I found the issue I was looking for in my computer bag. I must have tucked it in there for reading when I flew to Boston last month. The May issue featured "Theology as Knowledge: A Symposium,"
by James R. Stoner, Jr., professor of political science at Louisiana State University; Stanley Hauerwas, Gilbert T. Rowe Professor of Theological Ethics at Duke University; Paul J. Griffiths, Schmitt Professor of Catholic Studies at the University of Illinois at Chicago; and David B. Hart, an Eastern Orthodox theologian and author of The Beauty of the Infinite
. The Stoner section gives a good historical overview that Hauerwas builds upon quite nicely, but I think that the Griffiths section might be a bit harder for students, particularly in his Devil's Advocate mode. Any readers are welcome to give me their thoughts on the applicability of the sort that I mentioned the other day.
I had a few strange moments yesterday: I was sitting outside in the Courtyard of the Fountain in front of Saint Joan of Arc's in the evening before sundown, reading the Grant History of Rome
and following Caesar dealing with such problems as Gaulish Celts and Roman economics. It was about 82 degrees outside. All of a sudden the trees started whirling around violently. A front moved through with no rain and only a brief space of clouds, but the temperature dropped around 20 degrees in the space of a minute or two. I'd never felt anything quite like that. I had been a bit warm wearing jeans and suddenly I was chilled in a t-shirt. It was uncomfortable enough that I had to go back and grab a jacket, and just chose to go read at Starbuck's, instead. The other odd moment was when I went to pour myself a drink from the refrigerator. I pulled the handle and, instead of pulling the door open, I pulled the entire full-sized refrigerator/freezer a foot out from the wall. I let go and looked at my hand as though I were going to find something strangely different about it. I wrestled the unit back into place, opened it without difficulty, and went about my way. Why do I need to write about this? I have no idea. Just came into my head.
For fun reading over the weekend, along with Ayres' Nicaea
, I tucked Sea View Secret
into my bag. I'd lost this favourite book from childhood sometime around 8th grade, and had a hard time finding it over the last few years as I tried to find childhood favs to save for the nieces. I received it some months back, but hadn't made time for it until now. After this I'll have to find a good copy of The Ghost of Dibble Hollow,
another one of those used, Scholastic, 1950s/1960s masterpieces I remember from being a kid.