I am, despite its long overdue-ness, writing Broken Hallelujah, a book on faith and pop culture. I actually think it is going to be pretty good, better than I thought (that's usually the case since I have fairly active self-doubt as part of my personality). Well, if you'd like a peak, I'm giving bits along the way to Valparaiso University's journal of literature, arts and culture, The Cresset. Check here for the latest installment, a piece of chapter 3 (title: Why God Loves the Blues). I'm writing chapter 4 now (title: Cries) on a wisdom interpretation of Scripture that attends to cries as its core feature. If you bump over to The Cresset to read the excerpt, let me know what you think of it here. I'd guess you'll see how the cries of the blues chapter set up the discussion of cries in scripture in the chapter I'm working on now. It begins with Exodus, taking off from Walter Bruggemann's quip in a lecture at Luther last year, "It took a cry to get God into the book of Exodus." There's a comment for advent. We cry, Maranatha!
Anon, and +advent peace,