I am trying to convince myself that I have enough time to write a blog post. My Systematic Theology paper is due today, at 11:59 p.m. I have been hard at work, and I am in the writing stage where I don't know if any of it makes any sense. I have one more section to write, about what salvation means, and that's the part that will be easiest. The part on Trinitarian theology requires me to weave together many ideas that show I've done the readings and understand the history. Part of me worries that I'm relying too much on notes and the theology of others. But that's what the assignment requires; I'm not asked to create my own theology of the Trinity.
I've been enjoying an Advent reading, Gail Godwin's Evensong. I read it when it first came out, back in 1999, and then I reread it again a few years later. So, it's been about 20 years since I've read it, and I don't remember much about it.
It's about a woman who is an Episcopal priest; it's the sequel to Father Melancholy's Daughter, a book I loved deeply. Twenty years ago, I loved Evensong because it told me what happened to the main character of Father Melancholy's Daughter. This year, I'm loving it because it's set during Advent and because it's about church life in a mountain town similar to the one where I live and the one where I serve as Synod Appointed Minister.
This morning, I'm enjoying the Fresh Air interview with poet Christian Wiman--lots of great thoughts on faith, pain, and creativity. Here's a quote to give a taste: "I think you can believe in God and not have faith. I think faith means living toward God in some way, and it's what you do in your life and how you live it. I don't feel the sense of mystery or terror alleviated by faith. I don't feel that at all. I don't understand when people present God as an answer to the predicament of existence. That's not the way I experience it at all. I have this hunger in me that is endless, and I think everyone probably has it. Maybe they find different ways of dealing with it, whether it's booze or excessive exercise or excessive art or whatever. I tried to answer it with poetry for years and hit a wall with that. And finally ... I discovered ... the only solution to me was to live toward God without an answer."
Well, speaking of quotes, let me get back to that paper for Systematics.
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I think I've said this before, but I read Evensong first--saw it at Borders in 2003 maybe? Didn't realize it was a sequel. It was one of my first glimpses into women as priests (that and Vicar of Dibley; I bought those DVDs at the same Borders in the same era, graduate school when I had just left the Southern Baptists and was exploring churches). Anyway, I adored Evensong and later read Father Melancholy's Daughter which I enjoyed mostly because it filled in the back story for Evensong.
Great Advent reading. I may have to pull it off the shelf.
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