I teach theology. I have a PhD in theology. In common parlance, that makes me a theologian.
Yet, more often than I’d want to admit, I get those accusing, dismissive voices in the back of my mind, “Who are you? You know who you are? And you pose as someone who can talk about God?” Often accompanied by a short, or long, list of ways that I am presumptuous for thinking that. Ways that clearly don’t mark me as a man of God.
Things I’ve done, or not done, in the past. Fears and anxieties and misplaced hopes in the present.
That’s something writers get too. For other reasons usually. The idea that I have something to say is one of the biggest reasons people don’t write or try to share what they write.
Our pasts, our memories, our sense of self have much to say on our potential sources of insight or wisdom. Mostly what it says is, “Don’t bother.”
Who am I to talk about God? Or pursuing the spiritual life?
This is a Saturday question as well. Our pasts have caught up with us... (read more)