I have a long history with Wheaton College. My parents taught there in the Conservatory. I went to college there. My husband has taught photography there for twenty-five years. I have taught there off and on in the English Department for some twenty-seven years. And as God is my witness, and God is, this is one of the mostly profoundly cathartic and beautiful public events that I have ever witnessed on Wheaton’s campus. Indeed, I would almost say anywhere, and anywhere would be true. But when I consider the context, this blows my mind, stirs my soul, and gives me hope.
It’s about time we get wise to the funk and learn how love and die. Please take communion with Brother West here:
On Being a Chekovian Christian and a Blues Man: Christianity, Pragmatism and Democracy