From European Theologians

Everything I learned about Friedrich Schleiermacher as an undergraduate theology student

Schleiermacher is that 12th grade boy who smiled at you once in the cafeteria and ten years later you still don’t know how you feel about it.   Schleiermacher was thrown out of a community centre meeting about recycling for shouting at the speaker.   Schleiermacher is so sensitive he starts crying every year in the spring the first time he sees the new lambs.   Schleiermacher has three brown suits, all identical, with softly worn leather patches on the elbows.   Schleiermacher believes you can do it, because he used to be pretty much where you are now.  …

If Wolfhart Pannenberg had been my friend at university

If Wolfhart Pannenberg had been my friend at university, nobody would be able to remember exactly how he had become part of our social group. He just did, gradually, and now it seemed like he had always been there.   Pannenberg would not drink alcohol at all, but occasionally he would smoke pot. He would roll the neatest joints I had ever seen. Most of the time they would make him pensive and quiet, but every so often he would get talkative instead – stubbornly insistent about explaining a new philosophical idea that had slowly, but inexorably worked its way into…