September 2010
1 post
Still in progress...feedback welcome
Last night I dreamt the world cocooned itself while we slept
The frayed edges of the earth wrenched in, like desiccated rose petals
Setting sun and furling horizons: a mirrored choreography of opposite movement
Red mixed with green mixed with blue mixed with violet mixed with gray, and then, slowly, the color of dark was formed
And so, we kept breathing
A capturing and comforting canopy,...
August 2010
6 posts
“There is an ethical urgency to eschatological expectation. There is an awareness that if the ‘possible advent’ indeed comes as unpredictable surprise, like a thief in the night, it always comes through the face of the most vulnerable - the cry of ‘the smallest of these’, the widow, the orphaned, the anguished, the hungry, those who ask: ‘Where are you?’...
“Faith without faith is precisely such an impossible, a translation of the...”
– The Prayers and Tears of Jacques Derrida | John D. Caputo
“Theology comes in answer to the call that issues from the event harbored in the...”
– The Weakness of God | John D. Caputo
A Proposition :
Perhaps theology is the project of telling a story about a God who has rent the fabric of our existence, leaving us bruised, shattered and broken, trying to pick up the pieces in order to explain what just happened. Our explanations of this event and all its attending consequences inevitably take the form of telling a story about ourselves, the world we inhabit, and the God who haunts us.