After Whiteness by Willie James Jennings — Read

I was inside it.

It happened at the beginning of one semester, well into my years as an academic dean. I was in my office early one morning, praying at my desk, in hope, fear, and excitement at the start of student orientation for the new academic year. Today would be my turn to introduce the curriculum, the faculty, the degree programs, and the strategies for learning here, my turn to speak of the beating heart of theological education. Six thirty a.m.