Sunday’s prose:
In grad school I purchased a book entitled: Living the Questions. I remember the book clearly. This text, however, was as book discussing the theological implications of the Nicene Creed, Feminist Theology, and the ways in which culture impacts the questions we ask and live. I find myself now “living the questions” but living “different” questions.
So, I’m living the questions. Some days I’m wondering what questions, really! What really am I asking? Am I simply existing or am I living critically? Am I using the lens that I have been given as a theologian? How many steps back do I need to take to reclaim the questions that I need to ask, or should I simply need to keep walking faithfully and intentionally forward in the manner that I am? Its hard to tell! Are my questions becoming an “old time memory,” or are my questions becoming something different?
I know I’m moving and changing and evolving, and my writing is incorporating my current experiences. The loss of the academy is certainly a loss, and I’m trying to incorporate that loss into my experience! I know NOT applying again feels right! I look at my book shelf and I’m not compelled to read the texts? Kind of odd, I know! I’m not compelled to talk high theory, which is also kind of odd, I know! A phase? A twist in the tunnel? Another question for me to ask, for sure!
The horizon still looks amazing; the future remains hopeful, and I’m grateful! I’m committed to living the questions–Texas Style which is braggadocios! Though, I should mention, I might swagger in a queer manner but I’m not cocky nor am I pretentious!
