My Theological education thus far could be explained with a scene from Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail. King Arthur and his men stumble upon Tim the Enchanter, who has mastered pyrotechnics without the use of “flint or tinder”. Tim, another absurd figure among many in the film, sets about on an improvised firework show without rhyme or reason. It is Tim’s hilarious display that becomes the metaphor for my Theological knowledge. The scattershot technique I have for too long employed, jumping from text to text with …

The series of seven letters between Joe Chambers and me have raised a lot of issues: some of which we addressed, some of which we didn't, and some of which, well, maybe we just got wrong. This is your chance to chime in and join us in our conversation. Because, surely, these issues are much bigger than just the two of us, and if this blog is about anything at all, it's about having a conversation and welcoming anybody who'd like to join us in wherever it is we might …

Hey Nic,
So, my semester started today and it will unquestionably be the hardest one I've had. Thus I realized tonight that if I don't reply pretty quick here, you might be forced to wait four months to hear from me, which is absurd. I also need to get to bed tonight, so this might not be as thorough as it should be, so I apologize up front.
First, regarding epistemology. It is a subject I've never really bothered much with because it's painful to think about, and excruciating to argue over. …

“When the crucified Jesus is called “the image of the invisible God,” the meaning is that this is God, and God is like this. God is not greater than he is in this humiliation. God is not more glorious than he is in this self-surrender. God is not more powerful than he is in this helplessness. God is not more divine than he is in this humanity. The nucleus of everything that Christian theology says about “God” is to be found in this Christ event.” -Jürgen Moltmann

I received what I feel is a great compliment last Tuesday. I was playing in a game that was going downhill, everyone was getting tired and the lack of running was starting to frustrate me. I wanted to get a really good work out and a lot of touches on the ball on account of the holiday festivities I partook in over the weekend, but it just wasn’t happening. Then Nazir, who was starting a smaller game with recent new comers called me over. “Hey white shirt, we need you …