I have a friend who was a college professor before she made the brave decision to leave the security of academia and strike out on her own as a writer. Once or twice a year she sends me two books and a nice note expressing her reluctance to add to the number of books I need to read—and her conviction that I will love these two. She is always right.
A friend heard I was writing about blind Bartimaeus and asked me a
question: “Where do call and healing meet? How do they intersect?” Since
I didn’t really know the answer, I preferred to think of her question
Americans love a good scandal. We’re mesmerized by the salacious details
of celebrities’ lives, by politicians trapped in webs of greed and
infidelity and by clergy gone astray. Maybe we’re drawn to the
titillating lapses and scurrilous misdeeds of the powerful because we
delight in seeing the mighty fall or the hypocrisies of the arrogant
The articles in this issue on funerals set me to thinking about my own experience and the changes I have witnessed in funerals. In my first two congregations I never conducted a funeral in the church itself. Every funeral was held in a funeral home, and every funeral was followed by a graveside interment and committal.
Louisville Presbyterian Seminary theology professor Shannon Craigo-Snell and student David Wigger were arrested last month during a protest rally in Ferguson, Missouri. Wigger said his faith fuels his passion for social justice. He said he went to the Moral Monday rally that protested the death of 18-year-old Michael Brown in order to support the leaders in the movement and the local youth who are trying to get justice for the unarmed youth shot by a Ferguson policeman back in August. At a rally with big-name speakers like Cornel West and Jim Wallis, youth leaders stood up and demanded to be heard (WFPL, October 17).