Although I never met the man, the news of George Lindbeck’s death hit me hard. He changed my life.
In my last year of college I was vaguely unitarian. God felt like a distant grandparent, living in some part of Florida I had no desire to visit. Like many people raised within liberal Protestantism, I knew God loved me and I suspected I was smarter than Christianity. Years before I heard the term “scandal of particularity,” Jesus embarrassed me.
Then, in my last semester, I was assigned The Nature of Doctrine. The force of Lindbeck’s argument overwhelmed me.
