Archive for February, 2011

To my father, Shalom Proclaimer, on his birthday

Thursday, February 24th, 2011

In my dining room hangs a framed and matted lithograph by William Benson, a now-retired art professor at the University of Wisconsin (Eau Claire). It is in grey, cream, and charcoal hues. In large capital letters 5″ tall, a be-shadowed word SHALOM asserts itself on a stripe of black, and nestled between the L and […]

God, Economic Justice, and the Madison Rotunda

Tuesday, February 22nd, 2011

So if I’m going to make the case that faith has relevance, I might as well throw myself into the Wisconsin fray, which has an awful lot in common with the Ohio fray, and is symptomatic of lots of frays both present and impending. So let me step up to the plate and state outright […]

Valentine to the Self

Wednesday, February 16th, 2011

In seminary, I was introduced to this piece by Valerie Saiving Goldstein, a groundbreaking essay entitled The Human Situation: A Feminine View, written in 1960. It revolutionized my theology only on a smaller scale compared to how it revolutionized the whole field. She begins the article with these words: I am a student of theology; […]

Focused…like a prism

Tuesday, February 8th, 2011

My daughter is afflicted with a genetic disorder. Distractability. Now, she would not characterize it as such, just as her mother refuses to concede to the possibility that perhaps rather than “thinking broadly” she is really, darn it all, distracted. (For those of you familiar with the Myers-Briggs Personality Type Profile, this link will be […]

Bonhoeffer: Assassin (wannabe) and Patron Saint of Lutheran Ambiguity

Friday, February 4th, 2011

Today is Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s birthday. I was reminded of this on today’s Writer’s Almanac by Garrison Keillor.  We wake up at 6:00 a.m. to classical public radio in my family, and at 6:15 Garrison lulls us right back to sleep with his tales and poetry and voice. But it’s worth your time to look up […]

Rabbit Rabbit

Thursday, February 3rd, 2011

Two days ago I learned that my friend Ellie committed suicide. I am very sad. Ellie was the secretary in the foreign language department at St. Olaf College, where I went to school.  For some reason or another the work study gods smiled down on my blonde head instead of all the others on the […]