Hmmm. Hadn’t heard of theopoetics, but if you’re a heretic for many of these reasons, then I am too! Only a little less public. I appreciate your voice in our world!
Tripp, do you know this book? The Sonorous Desert by Kim Haines-Eitzen. Your post here, especially your thoughts on noise reminded me of how much I enjoyed this book:
I just love the way you so beautifully and simply describe theopoetics and your own understanding of God. Thank you, my friend. Grateful to read what you are thinking.
Went to seminary with a guy who was stone cold tone deaf. Couldn’t match a note to save his life. But did that keep him from singing? Not a chance! Whether or not that he could tell he sounded different from all the others who were singing, it didn’t matter to him. We all knew where he was, and who it was. He wasn’t trying to be different, sound different, be inharmonious, or outstanding. He just wanted to be a part and we embraced him and his divergent sound…which did not keep us from singing our parts. Some may have heard cacophony; most heard the distinctive chorale that we had become. Those who have ears to hear…
Well said. Thank you Tripp, much appreciated! -- RR
Hmmm. Hadn’t heard of theopoetics, but if you’re a heretic for many of these reasons, then I am too! Only a little less public. I appreciate your voice in our world!
I had a seminary professor who said that things pronounced as heretical throughout time have often become orthodox. From time to time I ponder that.
Tripp, do you know this book? The Sonorous Desert by Kim Haines-Eitzen. Your post here, especially your thoughts on noise reminded me of how much I enjoyed this book:
https://a.co/d/fGPwHQE
Oo! I do not, but this is right up my alley. Thank you for the recommendation!
My pleasure!
I just love the way you so beautifully and simply describe theopoetics and your own understanding of God. Thank you, my friend. Grateful to read what you are thinking.
“It’s not that doctrine doesn’t matter. It’s that mystery matters more.” Amen. Well said. Will spend some time pondering this.
Went to seminary with a guy who was stone cold tone deaf. Couldn’t match a note to save his life. But did that keep him from singing? Not a chance! Whether or not that he could tell he sounded different from all the others who were singing, it didn’t matter to him. We all knew where he was, and who it was. He wasn’t trying to be different, sound different, be inharmonious, or outstanding. He just wanted to be a part and we embraced him and his divergent sound…which did not keep us from singing our parts. Some may have heard cacophony; most heard the distinctive chorale that we had become. Those who have ears to hear…