What keeps theology from becoming a theoretical hobby, self-indulgently pursuing abstract concepts and intellectual structures is the rootedness of all good theology in the context of a life. Some time before McLendon wrote his book on theology and biography, I had already met the kind of theology I enjoy reading best. It’s found mainly in autobiography and biography, written with that combination of self knowledge and life savvy, a willingness to engage in an investigative journalism of the self in relation to God.
In addition to biography and autobiography, there are letters, journals, travel diaries – but each of them seeking to explore and explain the landscape of the spirit, to excavate and examine the rich ore of experience, especially the experience of God. Some of the best church history is in the definitive biographies ( Rack on Wesley, Oberman on Luther, Ker on Newman). But it is the less celebrated writers who often have most to share about their journey, the sights and insights of their travelling, the ways in which theology and faith, doctrine and practice, God and daily life, intersect in surprisingly disruptive and creatively constructive ways. What makes life-story-telling such an effective medium for real theology is simply this; God is the living God, the involved and subversively interested God who is made known in Christ, who became flesh and dwelt amongst us, and whose deepest and defintive statement is made in the life of a person.
So the story of a life is narrative theology. And that is what Phyllis Tickle’s book is so good at. The story of a life growing and unfolding towards God. The title, The Shaping of a Life, indicates a slow process, organic and personal; the subtitle is about context, A Spiritual Landscape. I’ll write more about this book when I’m finished it. For now three random, but significant influences in the shaping of her life – Psalms, pubs and T S Eliot. The chapter (26) on her discovery of a Memphis pub called The Pigskin is a beautifully observed narrative of community – here’s just one sentence:
A pub presupposes not just any neighbourhood, but a particular one of some density which it serves not as a private home or a public husting would, but is "that third good place" of satisfactory human intimacy.
Made me wonder about church as "that third good place" of satisfactory human intimacy. Discuss.
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