confessions

September 5, 2005 | 3 Comments

If you are a Seinfeld fan, then surely you remember the episode with the cashier. She had the southern accent and would leave long messages on George and Jerry’s answering machines where she would just ramble about nothing. They hated the messages, yet felt strangely compelled to listen.

ConfessionsThat pretty much sums up my feelings about St Augustine’s Confessions. This book has arguably shaped our understanding of Christian spirituality in the west more than any other, so there is value in reading it. But man could he ramble on. Don’t even get me started on Book X.

  • hahahahahaha, this makes me laugh a lot, i hear you
    oh, and greetings from the mediterranean!

  • I’ve been giving a lot of thought to doing a StreetBible job on the Confessions. That guy could certainly ramble, but maybe it would be fun if they were modern and entertainingly-phrased rambles. Here’s an appropos snippet from my attempt at book 1, ch 4:

    “All these words. And have I said anything at all, my God, my life, my favourite? It’s like: what can anyone hope to achieve by speaking WORDS about You? But if someone like me spewing words about You all over the place STILL can’t come close to describing You, then woe to those who don’t even try.”

  • Conrad,
    That would be absolutely lovely. Get on that right now. Better yet, I’m about to read Athanasius’ “On the Incarnation”. Do you think you could whip out a street level version of that in the next week or so?

    Davey,
    Howdy. How are things going for you sir?