I love Jesus. I really do. But he’s neither my boyfriend nor my executioner, and so I am leery of the bait and switch theology in many of the ubiquitous former Piggly-Wiggly-grocery-store-turned-churches across the American South. You know the ones I’m talking about. Rows of rich, white people in $100 jeans, drinking $5 coffee concoctions,…
Category Archives: theology
Split Ticket: Independent Faith in a Time of Partisan Politics, A Refreshing an Inspiring Read
My name is Amy and I hate Sunday school books. There I said it. I generally avoid Sunday School at my Mainline Presbyterian church altogether because I hate Sunday School books. I hate how pleasant and temperate and benign they are. Designed to offend no one, countless Mainline Christian texts aim the theology right down the…
Dualism and the Descartesian Other
While I’m talking about what I believe, I should probably point out where I disagree with much of Post-Enlightenment Christianity– if I’m going to be intellectually honest, which is the whole point of this blog. It’s also where I part ways with Paul Tillich, bless his heart. Descartes Gets it Wrong First some background. Rene…
“Blessed is he who is kind…” Proverbs 14:21
I don’t have time to write today. I have billable work stacked from here to eternity and a self-imposed book chapter deadline looming midnight Sunday. To boot, post-swine-flu, I came down with bronchitis and my asthma, to quote Elliot Reid on “Scrubs” is “a frickin’ mess.” And, I’m bone tired. The baby, well, he’s up…
The Long Way Home–from Jesus Loves Me to Nowhere and Back Again: A Journey Worth Making?
In the beginning—the Word In the beginning, I loved Jesus and He loved me, The Bible told me so. God, however, was very male and exceedingly grouchy. The Bible was taught to me with brightly colored cut-outs on a felt board by friends and neighbors on Sunday mornings. There were cookies, vanilla with a white,…
A Good Book Is Hard to Find– How I Found and Fell in Love with Clyde Edgerton
During my teenage years in the foothills of Appalachia, I passed most of my days worried my nerdiness would be publicly outed (I did not know it was already out). This particular neurosis came of growing up during the era of the John Hughes movie. I so feared getting stuffed in a locker or not-danced-with…
