One thing you have to be careful of when you have academics around: they may just study YOU.
They snap photos: of the light fixtures, the tortilla, the chicken run, the decor. And they might then post them on the internet for all the world to see!
I know I subjected hundreds of people to the same kind of scrutiny back when I was a news reporter. Except I held my interviewees up to the gaze of thousands of readers, sometimes the very next day. This included their friends, family, and community... not just the limited-access, self-selecting audience of a blog. (They always let me know when I got it wrong, or the photographer shot an picture they felt was unflattering. Getting it right was somehow unremarkable.)
It´s always arresting when you see a public description of yourself, written by someone else. And so I give you... Michael´s blog. This is the viewpoint of Michael Barham, the doctoral candidate and Episcopal deacon who stayed at The Peaceable last week. He is writing a thesis about pilgrims and contemplation. And, as you might expect, he wrote about us in a charming and theological way, in posts called "Peaceable Hospitality" and "Hospitality II: Depth Cries Out to Depth." I am flattered. And I need to brush up on my New Testament Greek!
Somehow he did not look like a theologian. But one never do know, do one?
Somehow he did not look like a theologian. But one never do know, do one?
Becky
ReplyDeleteI read "Michael's blog" as directed there from your Peaceable blog. It made me jealous and want to come there. And all those sunflowers!!!! Wow. I wonder what the future holds afterall, and how it matters in the light of eternity...?
Carla
PS working on the chicken run, however, that gave me pause ; )
As Director of the School of the Pilgrim (www.schoolofthepilgrim.com), being on Michael's doctoral committee, and having traipsed on portions of the the Camino, I read with joy the commingling of your stories.
ReplyDeleteThank you for keeping us abreast of all that is going on!
Note to reader: Anonymous/Carla has a bird phobia, stemming from a terrifying childhood trauma at the National Aviary in Pittsburgh involving Greater Toucans, or some such exotic specie. Or maybe the clouds of common Rock Doves (aka Pigeons, aka ´winged rats´) outside the place.
ReplyDeleteWe´ll get her here, no doubt. Now that the chickens are now safely contained, with the aid of theologians.