The morning after Super Tuesday 2020 I picked up Resident Aliens. Deeply discouraged and hurting for our country, I needed something to help me focus my pain on some thing productive. I remember scanning through Hauerwas and Willimon’s work while earning my Masters of Divinity at Concordia Seminary in St. Louis, and something told me it would speak to me in that moment.
Amusing Ourselves to Death, originally written in 1985 and then re-released 20 years later, is an opportunity to take a long and hard look in the mirror. Just be prepared to not like what you see.
I bought Intimacy years ago. Apparently, based on a receipt I found marking a page, I picked it up and read at least part of it a couple years ago. Apparently at the time I was not ready to embrace its offerings. However, last week, I picked it up again and the second essay brought so much of my world into focus.
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When he had said this, he spat on the ground and made mud with the saliva and spread the mud on the man’s eyes, saying to him, “Go, wash in the pool of Siloam” (which means Sent).John 9:6-7, NRSV