CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections
on Faith for the Years of Winter
I mentioned a couple of
weeks ago that I was attending the conference of the Center for 18th
Century Studies at IU. I was late getting in, but Professor Rebecca Spang graciously
sent me the 357 pages of pre-conference papers on PDF. They were interesting,
provocative, and perceptive. The issue basically, stated much too simply, was:
Did the Enlightenment open up the future, or did the opening of the future, for
other reasons, cause the Enlightenment? As a theoretical and experimental
narrativist, whether and how the future is open is a subject of considerable
interest to me.
I didn’t stay through the
conference, though. It was partly because I have a very slight hearing loss,
which I refuse to acknowledge. My wife believes it is more than slight. At
least, I think that’s what she said. I’m not sure, because she mumbles a lot.
The people at the conference mumbled, too, some of them, Also, in any
conference of that sort, a certain number of the responses to the papers are
more to show off the responder’s knowledge than to advance the discussion. It
didn’t seem like a good use of time, just sitting and listening to folks
mumble, when I could do something constructive, like watching the Reds lose.
I could have worked harder
at hearing, but even if I had heard everything, I didn’t have anything to do
with what I learned. The other folks there were professors and graduate
students. They have lectures and papers and dissertations as outlets for their
thinking. I don’t. My academic days are over. I am writing a book about
preaching, but it’s more of a funny screed than a reasonable approach to
communication through preaching. A long time ago I heard some famous preacher
say that a good sermon is like a string of beads, not a handful of confetti. My
book is like a whole parade of confetti.
So I have no outlet,
except this blog, and my readers have a right to expect something written
simply enough “that those who run may read it.” [Habakkuk 2:2] Asking you to
consider in what ways a closed or open future impacts the interface between historiographical
alternatives, theological methodology and communication theory is a bit much.
So I’ll do what I do best,
tell you a little story. When daughter Katie graduated from IU and went to U of
IL to do doctoral work, she got a late start on housing and ended up in a
22-person house for graduate students that was sponsored by a fundamentalist
church. Twenty-one fundamentalists, and Katie, which meant the fundamentalists
were badly outnumbered. They didn’t know what to do with her, except to try to
convert her from the Methodist heresies she had grown up with. One of her
housemates accosted her one day with, “Katie, are you saved?”
“Yes,” she calmly replied
Her housemate was quite
surprised.
“When were you
saved?” he asked.
“On Good Friday,” she answered.
The church didn’t know it,
nor did historians and scientists, for a long, long time, but that day, Good
Friday, students, was the day the future opened.
JRMcF
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
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