Theologians: What do they know?From Wilco's latest album, A Ghost Is Born, the song "Theologians" brings a smile to my face:Theologians don't know nothingAbout my soulAbout my soulI'm an oceanAnd this emotionSlow motionSlow motionIlliterati lumen fideigod is with us everydayThat illiterate lightIs with us every nightTheologiansThey don't know nothingAbout my soulOh they don't knowSitting weary-eyed at night over some very turgid old text, or sitting restlessly in class at school, sometimes I get the same feeling.Of course, Wilco's poetry should not be taken literally. Dick Staub has a nice reflection on the song and on the slack that theologians have to take today. Come to think of it, the turgid texts that make me restless these days are mostly written by literary critics or philosophers. And those books are usually not more than twenty or thirty years old.Santiago
The intimations of a mild-mannered Paraguayan undergraduate, studying Eng. Lit. and philosophy in a small, midwestern Jesuit college.