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On the Blog Again!

Hey. Everybody! I'm back! It turns out that taking 17 credits, working 30 hours a week, writing a thesis, and moving 1200 miles kinda gets in the way of writing a blog. But now that I'm back in Spokane, getting settled into a new routine, and starting to get involved with the church again, I find I have more time and motivation to write. Over the past few months that I haven't been writing, I've thought of a lot of things I want stop write about. Now I'm excited that I have the chance to do all of it. I like the way Kierkegaard described the feeling (Surprise!! A Kierkegaard quote! You're gonna have to get used to that again):
"The past months I had in my indolence pumped up a shower-bath and now I have pulled the string and the ideas are cascading down upon me: healthy, happy, thriving, gay, blessed Children, born with ease and yet all of them with the birthmark of my personality."
So yeah, I'm excited to get writing again. I have a lot of ideas, though which ones will make it onto here I couldn't tell you. But I hope to get back to writing pretty consistently. I can tell you, however, what I'm going to start with: I'm thinking about doing a series on Non-Denominational liturgical theology--that is, I want to look at how non-denoms worship and why they worship that way. I have a few other ideas to work through as well--I'm interested in doing something about how Christians are called to be political, but through the church rather than the government. I still have an unused idea for "Pop Culture and Theology," on The Breakfast Club and post-modernism which I'm pretty excited about too. Anyway, the point of all this is simply to say that I'm back, and I should have more posts on the way. Watch out, errybody, I'm on the blog again!

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