As a teacher of Church History, I find today’s 500th anniversary of the Reformation somewhat exciting. Sad, but exciting. Notable might be a better word. Every year I teach a unit on the Reformation. It is cursory out of necessity – two weeks with 8th graders is not a lot of time – but providesContinue reading >>
Some theology after Charlottesville
Whoever hears the message of the resurrection of Christ in such a way that in it the cry of the crucified has become inaudible, hears not the Gospel but a myth of the victors. – Johann Baptist Metz There are so many things one could say about the events of the last few days. TheContinue reading >>
How do we tell the evil truths?
Her name was Eudocia Tomas Pulido. We called her Lola. She was 4 foot 11, with mocha-brown skin and almond eyes that I can still see looking into mine—my first memory. She was 18 years old when my grandfather gave her to my mother as a gift, and when my family moved to the UnitedContinue reading >>
Santa Lucia
My father had an Aunt Lucy who I, of course, also considered my aunt, and who died too young of cancer. Her wake and funeral were full of Italian family and friends, many of whom were women of a similar age to Aunt Lucy. At one point during the wake a few of her friendsContinue reading >>
The weariness of remembering
This is the time when we are exhorted to remember the tragedy of September 11th. We hear stories of sorrow and heroism that have been told hundreds of times, and we hear the stories that are still being revealed, knowing that there is an endless supply of such stories. On the tenth anniversary I happenedContinue reading >>