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During a recent visit to the Evangelical Theological Seminary of Cairo (Presbyterian), I was invited to share some extemporaneous thoughts with the faculty on the topic of ‘excellence in theological education’. The gist of my remarks follows.

When we speak of achieving excellence in theological education, we must take ourselves and our alleged competencies out of the center. I have often said—first to myself and then to anyone who should ask—that I will leave the pastoral vocation of theological education only when it ceases to become a disciple-making enterprise. Making disciples embraces a critical role for the mentor whose life is offered with trembling hands as a model. Yet it is not fundamentally about me. Or about you. (more…)

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In this lightly retouched doctoral 1990 University of Michigan doctoral dissertation carried out under the supervision of D.N. Freedman, Andrew Bartelt seeks to bring together rhetorical criticism and poetic stylistics and then to apply both fields to the first twelve chapters of Isaiah. (more…)

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The coterie of Northwest Semitic dialects that we abbreviate as ‘Aramaic’ are collectively a staple of biblical and other historical research. Yet even though Aramaic is the second language of the Hebrew Bible/Old Testament and arguably the first language of Jesus, English-language teachers and learners have suffered from the absence of a pedagogically designed teaching grammar of Aramaic. (more…)

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A perfect chaos absorbs the street of Cairo, the most splendid disregard for safe conduct that the mind can imagine.

It is as though millennia of human experience in self-preservation have been sucked out of the atmosphere, leaving men and women to fling themselves moth-like into the lamp, banging time and time against glass, seeking out with obsessive will the consuming flame, loving ten times more the wick than the placid darkness where a moth might fly all night long to its heart’s content. (more…)

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Back then, ‘work stoppage’ belonged to the patois of the factory, not the baseball diamond.

It had not yet become the lingua franca that mediates between the players’ ‘strike’ and the owners’ ‘lockout’. You played baseball for fun and for as long as you could, and you assumed everyone else who could did the same. The idea of deciding not to play baseball had not occurred to us, perhaps like the concept ‘Interstate Highway’ before the invention of the wheel. If picketing at the plant meant some kids ate tuna fish for two weeks straight, at least you could comfort yourself with the Phillies’ box score in the morning paper. If they had beat up on the Mets, labor disputes or a dad’s missed paycheck seemed a slightly irritating footnote. (more…)

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If this classic work on the formulation of basic Christian doctrines teaches its reader anything, it is that Christian men and women once worried incessantly and carefully about matters that we moderns and post-moderns too quickly dismiss as quibbles. One can consider this obsessive and even perverse, yet it stands in stark contrast to an approach to Christian theology that is perhaps best described as careless. (more…)

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‘That’s monte’, the local Costa Rican grass guy says in answer to the offering my wife gingerly holds before his expert eye. ‘You’ve got to get rid of all of that.’ (more…)

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The time on my watch is two hours behind Charlotte’s languid late-morning minute hand. It’s ‘Going Home Day’, that passage of my journeys which begins far from the hearth, often with colleagues and friends, occasionally in the faux hominess of a hotel room, and ends—finally, it ends—amid familiar smells, domestic jokes, wagging tails, and loving arms. (more…)

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An airplane seat is one of the loneliest places on earth. Tonight, in the dark skies that lead towards Central America, that’s a very good thing.
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a tale of two Riads

The sun has set on Amman this Friday afternoon. The air in the outdoor café where my turkish coffee and I wrestle with the crossed time zones that simply won’t go away has turned cool. The Muslim call to prayer from a nearby mosque is just audible over the pleasant hum of conversation.

Riad is the maître’d here. A young Syrian man with passable English that he wisely practices on an early customer, Riad clearly wants me to like Jordan, to like his restaurant, to enjoy the particular item he recommends to me from the menu, adding that ‘old Arab, they eat with their hand, but now this is not good.’ (more…)

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