This blog is a theology of loss, lamentation, and elegy. It works out its salvation in fear and trembling in a late-capitalist, post-punk bricolage bred from Kierkegaard and postmodernity. With the absurd always in mind, we seek to act by virtue of the absurd.
We all die. Alone. If we’re fortunate, we’ll die surrounded by loved people who love us. I write about what to do with and about ourselves in the meantime.
My name is Burke Gerstenschlager and I live in Brooklyn, New York with my wife, son, and two cats. For ten years, I was an academic book editor before I got tired of working on other people’s projects. I like collaborating and writing for publications, so if you’re interested, do ask.
I’m bleak because I hope so much. I studied Classics at UT – Austin and hold a MDiv from Yale Divinity School, which makes everything worse, because I learned too much. I am an anti-fascist and an admirer of The White Rose. I’m not always this morose. Sometimes, I run St. Lydia‘s Theology Circle, when it’s running.
If you have a comment or question, please feel to send me a note.
“Seraphim” – Dan Hillier