Osler's Razor

One of the things that I loved about Waco was my church there, 7th and James Baptist. It was a place chock-full of smart, funny, and soulful people; there was not a single time I walked into that place that I did not learn something. Best of all, it was constantly humbling in the best way-- there was an overwhelming gentle spirit that was bigger than any one person, yet smaller than God.

Whatever I was able to accomplish during those ten years were largely because of that church, those people. They encouraged me constantly, took pride in what I did, and often my ideas grew out of discussions in Sunday school, in the halls, and during services. It was a rare combination of intellectual yet welcoming of the Holy Spirit, and I think what I did (at its best) reflected that.

Here, I have found that my school, St. Thomas, is that kind of place. My colleagues and the administration seem to embrace what I do, are curious about it, and support me in any way I might imagine. Earlier this week at a lunch in the atrium I received the 2011 Mission Award for Scholarly Engagement and Social Reform. It was kind of overwhelming to be recognized in that way as a newbie, and I'm not sure it was really deserved.

What I receive every day is an act of grace, and I know that. I am lucky to be here. I just hope they don't change their minds when I prosecute Jesus on Thursday...