One day, I woke up and thought, Hey, theology matters.
That’s probably not how it happened at all. It was more like this.
Little Amy, sporting a trendy bowl cut, asked questions in Sunday School about why Noah looks happy when all his friends just drowned.
Jr. high Amy had a crisis of faith where she snuck 500 page apologetic books out of the library and read them under the covers with a flashlight because she thought having doubts made her a bad Christian.
High school Amy figured out she really liked writing.
College Amy realized that her spiritual gifts included sarcasm, asking hard questions, and getting other people to join her in discussions about interesting things.
Also in college, I accidentally got a Bible minor because I crammed my schedule with whatever looked interesting. And what could possibly be more interesting than diagramming the chiastic structure of the psalms and getting into arguments about gender roles in Pauline ethics? Not much, let me tell you.
Now, post-college, I’m reading some of the Christian classics to figure out how we got where we are and continuing to figure out how my faith applies to my life. My dream is to make twenty-somethings more known for their intelligent and gracious dialogue on spiritual issues than their YouTube comments and selfies.
Yep. I dream big.
Those are all just details. Basically, all you need to know about me and my authority to write about theology is this picture:
Looking forward to sharing my thoughts and hearing yours.