<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:40:00.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Augustine Project</title><subtitle type='html'>A Christian journal collective.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-5451410100468269292</id><published>2008-11-15T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:31:30.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting Miracles</title><summary type='text'>by Tiffany Tsao, To an Unknown God (Berkeley)Whenever I return home to Singapore for Christmas, I can always expect a miracle. Or rather, I can always expect to hear about one from my family. Past miracles related to me have involved the inexplicable healing of serious and terminal illnesses, angelic visitations, exorcisms of demons, and the like. My aunt once showed me photos taken during her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/5451410100468269292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/5451410100468269292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2008/11/expecting-miracles.html' title='Expecting Miracles'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-1992549265969428511</id><published>2007-06-01T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T11:01:22.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beatific Vision</title><summary type='text'>by John Zaleski, Dartmouth Apologia           “Do not be afraid.” Those were the words that heralded Christ’s birth. They were well chosen; for the angel who spoke them cut a fearsome figure. To those poor shepherds, on a cold night, he must have seemed the fullness of God’s majesty. But he came to deliver a message that was far from majestic. Christ was born, a baby, smaller than the animals </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/1992549265969428511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/1992549265969428511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2007/06/beatific-vision.html' title='The Beatific Vision'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-5982686651182908114</id><published>2007-06-01T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:57:33.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are the Easter People</title><summary type='text'>by Mark Stoltenberg, Duke ReligioEvery year for as long as I can remember, on Easter morning my dad’s first words of the day have always been the same. “He is risen,” he will say with a smile. After briefly rolling my eyes (as my dad is quite infamous for sticking to routine for nearly everything) I respond the same way each year: “He is risen indeed.” I have always enjoyed this custom, but in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/5982686651182908114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/5982686651182908114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-are-easter-people.html' title='We Are the Easter People'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-5910442038147626068</id><published>2007-06-01T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:54:50.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with Baroness Caroline Cox</title><summary type='text'>by Andrew Schuman, Dartmouth ApologiaFrom Soviet-controlled Poland to the Darfur region of the Sudan, Baroness Caroline Cox has gone where representatives from most international agencies cannot. The Baroness’s determination to raise international awareness of genocide has angered many of the governments whose actions she has condemned. Some of these governments have banned her from crossing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/5910442038147626068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/5910442038147626068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2007/06/interview-with-baroness-caroline-cox.html' title='Interview with Baroness Caroline Cox'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-5150771934009751104</id><published>2007-06-01T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:49:06.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing the Faith: Ashes and Hallelujahs</title><summary type='text'>by Meg Bourdillon, Duke ReligioCatholics know how to party. We are, after all, the original celebrators of Mardi Gras and St. Patrick’s Day. Largely Catholic countries have given the world pleasures as diverse as Guinness, polkas and frescoes.On a more spiritual level, our liturgical calendar offers more days of feasting than of fasting, and our churches reflect the changing ecclesiastical and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/5150771934009751104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/5150771934009751104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2007/06/announcing-faith-ashes-and-hallelujahs.html' title='Announcing the Faith: Ashes and Hallelujahs'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-5573621371299050905</id><published>2007-06-01T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:44:23.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Faith from Students in India</title><summary type='text'>by Nathan Sigworth, Dartmouth ApologiaWe were photographed together, my brother and I, and then my cab was pulling away. I looked back at him standing on the side of the steep road. “Be careful, Jonathan, on those mountain trails!” I felt a sudden urge to tell him. But I couldn’t bring myself to stop the taxi and run back. What silly fear!  The taxi brought me seven hours south to New Delhi, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/5573621371299050905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/5573621371299050905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2007/06/learning-faith-from-students-in-india.html' title='Learning Faith from Students in India'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-1791679171940446446</id><published>2007-05-31T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:14:40.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with Dean Samuel Wells</title><summary type='text'>by Nathan Jones, Duke ReligioFor the inaugural issue of the Duke Religio, editor-in-chief Nathan Jones interviewed the Rev'd Dr. Samuel Wells, Dean of Duke Chapel and professor of Christian Ethics at Duke Divinity School.  Dean Wells, an ordained Anglican priest, is the author of many books, including Power and Passion: Six Characters in Search of Resurrection, which was chosen by the Archbishop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/1791679171940446446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/1791679171940446446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2007/05/interview-with-dean-samuel-wells.html' title='Interview with Dean Samuel Wells'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-1482247607451955573</id><published>2007-03-11T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:59:48.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christian Mind at Harvard: A Visitor's Perspective</title><summary type='text'>by Anne Snyder, Harvard IchthusIs the expression “Christian mind” an oxymoron at Harvard? Can the two entities coexist not only in the abstract, but also within the individual? In the rewarding experience I have had studying at Harvard this semester, I have pondered this question seriously. Here at Harvard, the intellect is nurtured, scholarly pursuits are in abundance, and the mind is king. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/1482247607451955573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/1482247607451955573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2007/03/christian-mind-at-harvard-visitors.html' title='The Christian Mind at Harvard: A Visitor&apos;s Perspective'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-1049927099521842014</id><published>2007-03-11T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:44:20.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Count</title><summary type='text'>by Jordan Hylden, Harvard IchthusMy grandmother died today. For you, the reader, it will have been days, weeks, months, perhaps even years since she died, but for me, it was today. I am still sorting it out-I had no intention of writing this piece about her, but somehow, there is nothing else right now that seems worth writing about. She was alive when I woke up this morning, and now she is not. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/1049927099521842014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/1049927099521842014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-that-count.html' title='Things That Count'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-4605627096545001327</id><published>2007-03-11T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:30:11.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christians: Spiritually on Fire or Down in Flames?</title><summary type='text'>Jesus Camp. Dir. Heidi Ewing and Rachel Grady. Loki Films, 2006.by Adam Hilkemann, Harvard IchthusHeidi Ewing and Rachel Grady of Loki Films are known for making controversial films, such as their collaborative project “Boys of Baraka” and Ewing’s critically acclaimed film about Cuban Nobel Peace Prize nominee Oswaldo Paya. The pair has teamed up again to create Jesus Camp, a documentary that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/4605627096545001327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/4605627096545001327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2007/03/christians-spiritually-on-fire-or-down.html' title='Christians: Spiritually on Fire or Down in Flames?'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-1936299267578546773</id><published>2007-03-11T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:20:08.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Lower than the Angels</title><summary type='text'>by J.D. Walters, Princeton RevisionsThe great Christian apologist and journalist G.K. Chesterton believed that nothing was more important for a person than to have a well-defined worldview. He insisted that “if…there is to be mental advance, it must be mental advance in the construction of a definitive philosophy of life. And that philosophy of life must be right and the other philosophies wrong.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/1936299267578546773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/1936299267578546773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-lower-than-angels.html' title='A Little Lower than the Angels'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-8465689957010773614</id><published>2007-03-11T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:21:41.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Argument of Glass and Stone</title><summary type='text'>Princeton Revisions, by Matthew MillinerThough the then College of New Jersey was forged in the heat of Presbyterian “New Side” fervor, Princeton University definitively surrendered this identity under the watch of its most prominent Presbyterian. During the first (and less tumultuous) of his presidential roles, Woodrow Wilson saw the abolishment of denominational tests as criteria for Princeton </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/8465689957010773614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/8465689957010773614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2007/03/argument-of-glass-and-stone.html' title='An Argument of Glass and Stone'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115835480962235142</id><published>2006-09-15T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:13:29.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redeeming Grace: A Perspective on the Journey Back to Christ</title><summary type='text'>Harvard Ichthus, by Kevin JonkeMy life as a Greek Orthodox Christian began with great pomp and circumstance, when just two weeks after I made my debut into the world, a priest gravely dipped me into an old, ornate basin of holy water and cleansed me of my sins. I must admit at the outset that I was on very bad behavior throughout my Baptism. My family is fond of reminding me that my indignant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835480962235142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835480962235142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/redeeming-grace-perspective-on-journey.html' title='Redeeming Grace: A Perspective on the Journey Back to Christ'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115835462965875849</id><published>2006-09-15T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:54:08.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmastide</title><summary type='text'>Harvard Ichthus, by Jordan HyldenIt might happen to you, if it happens at all, at Christmas.  Going home for Christmas is often a strange affair, since the season tends to mix together all the Christmases that came before it in a timeless blend, so that when you listen to Grandfather reading the old familiar Christmas story, or when in church you sing the carols by dim candlelight, you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835462965875849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835462965875849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/christmastide.html' title='Christmastide'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115835445252130837</id><published>2006-09-15T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:07:32.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus in the Real World: Reclaiming What Christian Culture Forgot</title><summary type='text'>Harvard Ichthus, by Mark HillI hate Christian culture.  And I bet deep down you do too.  I hate the isolation and hypocrisy.  I hate the way that Christians take good secular bands and construct cheap, generic Christian imitations.  I hate the frou-frou Christian self-help books at the top of the best-seller lists that claim to have found the “magic pill” to life through purpose-driven prayers of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835445252130837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835445252130837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/jesus-in-real-world-reclaiming-what.html' title='Jesus in the Real World: Reclaiming What Christian Culture Forgot'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115835421015038168</id><published>2006-09-15T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:03:30.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Indifference: Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love God</title><summary type='text'>Harvard Ichthus, by Mattie GermerI’ve heard about people making a list of things that they simply must do before they die.  Hike the Grand Canyon, skydive, backpack across Europe.  My list has only three things on it.  (1) Spoon with my husband.  (2) Feel my baby kick in my womb.  (3) Feel my husband’s hands on my stomach, feeling my baby kick in my womb, while spooning.  I can, of course, think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835421015038168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835421015038168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/holy-indifference-or-how-i-learned-to.html' title='Holy Indifference: Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love God'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115835389777932205</id><published>2006-09-15T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:58:17.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Mountain</title><summary type='text'>Harvard Ichthus, by Mattie GermerBrokeback Mountain, Dir. Ang Lee.  Focus Features, 2005.A few Saturday mornings ago at a local coffee shop, I overheard a group of middle aged men discussing Brokeback Mountain.  One particular remark seemed to sum up the group consensus:  “There is absolutely nothing my wife could do,” one of the men said, with a glint in his eyes and a clearly sexual smirk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835389777932205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835389777932205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/broken-mountain.html' title='Broken Mountain'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115835379054229116</id><published>2006-09-15T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:56:30.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on Tables and God's Call</title><summary type='text'>Harvard Ichthus, by Mattie GermerHow to listen for and answer God’s vocational call for your lifeI am a waitress.  With a Harvard degree.  Given the seeming incongruity of these two facts, often times I'm embarrassed to tell my former high school and college classmates what I'm doing.  To mitigate my feelings of occupational inadequacy, I often qualify my explanation by saying that I'm planning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835379054229116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835379054229116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/waiting-on-tables-and-gods-call.html' title='Waiting on Tables and God&apos;s Call'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115835357748670308</id><published>2006-09-15T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:52:57.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview With the Christ</title><summary type='text'>Harvard Ichthus, by Allison FrostChrist the Lord: Out of Egypt.  By Anne Rice. Knopf, 2005.“Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has gone through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835357748670308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835357748670308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/interview-with-christ.html' title='Interview With the Christ'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115835330208823227</id><published>2006-09-15T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:48:22.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere East of Eden</title><summary type='text'>Harvard Ichthus, by Michael CoverGarden State.  Dir. Zach Braff.  Big-Time Theater Company, 2004.And when you stare persistently into an abyss, the abyss also stares into you.-Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and EvilPlot: An actor in his mid-20s returns home after years away from his family for his mother’s funeral; confronts past.So runs Zach Braff’s (Scrubs, NBC) screen-writing and directorial</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835330208823227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835330208823227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/somewhere-east-of-eden.html' title='Somewhere East of Eden'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115835312516580767</id><published>2006-09-15T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:45:25.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen But Not Heard</title><summary type='text'>Harvard IchthusA short story by Casey CepNot even the pouring-down rain could stop the blazing furnace. Bent over, heaving heavy breaths into the crisp autumn air, Daniel wished for a swell of water to come down and extinguish it. He had run too far away to see the actual flames, but he could smell the smoke, twisting and rising, spreading and darkening against the fading sky. Rotting leaves were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835312516580767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835312516580767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/seen-but-not-heard.html' title='Seen But Not Heard'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115835281170158009</id><published>2006-09-15T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:40:11.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Read</title><summary type='text'>Harvard Ichthus, by Anna BinghamI first learned to read not in school, nor from the Hans Christian Andersen fairy-tales my parents read to me at bedtime, but in our local Episcopal church from the Book of Common Prayer.  There was no regular Sunday school program, so my brothers and I had to sit beside our parents through the sermon and the long liturgy leading up to communion. This liturgy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835281170158009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835281170158009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/learning-to-read.html' title='Learning to Read'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115835269547950119</id><published>2006-09-15T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:39:17.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Receiving the Children of God</title><summary type='text'>Harvard Ichthus, by Anna Bingham“People were bringing little children to Jesus to have him touch them, but the disciples rebuked them.  When Jesus saw this he was indignant.  He said to them, ‘Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.  I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835269547950119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115835269547950119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/receiving-children-of-god.html' title='Receiving the Children of God'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115825901895305313</id><published>2006-09-14T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:41:15.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with Prof. George Marsden</title><summary type='text'>Princeton Revisions, Summer 2006Professor George Marsden recently visited Princeton’s campus to deliver a lecture entitled, “How ‘Otherwordly’ American          Fundamentalists Became Political,” based on his most recent book on the subject. Marsden, the Francis A. McAnaney Professor of History at the University of Notre Dame, is widely recognized as a leading scholar in American Evangelical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115825901895305313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115825901895305313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/interview-with-prof-george-marsden.html' title='Interview with Prof. George Marsden'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115818479230937664</id><published>2006-09-13T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:59:52.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Music or Good Music?</title><summary type='text'>Princeton Revisions, by Drew DixonI am a Christian, and I do not like Christian music. (Blasphemy, I know.) It’s not that I have a problem with singing about God, or singing to God—I don’t sit silently with arms crossed during Sunday worship. It’s just that every time I’m scanning the radio and stumble upon WGOD FM, I’d rather listen to a play-by-play broadcast of the National Scrabble Tournament</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115818479230937664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115818479230937664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/god-music-or-good-music.html' title='God Music or Good Music?'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115818323356659363</id><published>2006-09-13T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:33:53.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards the Light of Veritas</title><summary type='text'>Harvard Ichthus, by Jordan TetiIn the bowels of McCosh Hall the competition had not yet ended.  After spending the day delivering direct examinations and closing arguments for my Harvard mock trial team, I was outside, biding time in the brisk night-winter weather of Princeton, New Jersey. I had had enough of watching courtroom quarrels all day—it was time for a moment of tranquility. It was time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115818323356659363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115818323356659363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/towards-light-of-veritas.html' title='Towards the Light of Veritas'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115818195601333043</id><published>2006-09-13T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:12:36.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princeton in God's Service</title><summary type='text'>Princeton Revisions, by Alyson Zureick As the seasons change and bright orange leaves give in to bare trees and, occasionally, white snow banks, many University seniors  find themselves contemplating their lives outside the FitzRandolph Gates. Some  have definite plans already while many others are unsure of what they want to do  with themselves next year. In most cases, however, seniors remain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115818195601333043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115818195601333043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/princeton-in-gods-service.html' title='Princeton in God&apos;s Service'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115818167932296287</id><published>2006-09-13T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:07:59.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice for a Christian Student</title><summary type='text'>Princeton Revisions, by Ryan T. Anderson  "Faith and reason are like two wings on which the human spirit rises to the contemplation of truth; and God has placed in the human heart a desire to know the truth - in a word, to know himself - so that, by knowing and loving God, men and women may also come to the fullness of truth about themselves." (John Paul II, encyclical letter Fides et Ratio) What</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115818167932296287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115818167932296287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/advice-for-christian-student.html' title='Advice for a Christian Student'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115818058008544816</id><published>2006-09-13T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:49:40.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism: An Exchange</title><summary type='text'>Baylor Theophilus Athenaeum, by R.S. and D.G.They Shall All Know Me: A Covenantal Defense of Credobaptism, by R.S.  Many truth-seeking undergraduates come to Baylor from typical (in Mark Noll’s term, scandalous) evangelical backgrounds and find a haven of theological dignity at Waco’s own Redeemer Presbyterian Church of America and its college ministry, RUF (Reformed University Fellowship). I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115818058008544816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115818058008544816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/baptism-exchange.html' title='Baptism: An Exchange'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115817992425454560</id><published>2006-09-13T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:38:44.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Emerging Church?</title><summary type='text'>Baylor Theophilus Athenaeum, by M.L.Our scholars are now telling us that we live in a postmodern age. And although the typical Truett student would agree, very few could begin to explain exactly what postmodernity is. Even the most succinct of definitions enumerate those things that postmodernity is not. At Baylor, this type of banter is never far from the ear. Simply step into the campus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115817992425454560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115817992425454560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/emerging-church.html' title='An Emerging Church?'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115817947675450838</id><published>2006-09-13T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:40:05.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Look at Salvation</title><summary type='text'>Baylor Theophilus Athenaeum, by W.P.If I spend enough time around campus, I will have the chance to answer that familiar question concerning my salvation.  Perhaps you have been asked, or even asked someone else before, “are you saved?”  I have also seen a trend in how people respond, relating directly to the choices they think they are given.  Most Christians will answer with a definite yes and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115817947675450838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115817947675450838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-look-at-salvation.html' title='Another Look at Salvation'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115817840935638286</id><published>2006-09-13T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:13:29.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ethics of Guantanamo Bay</title><summary type='text'>Baylor Theophilus Athenaeum, by M.A.Since the earliest days of the American Republic, our nation has based its system of laws on certain inalienable rights.  In this country, we are given security against search and seizure without valid warrant, imprisonment without due process of law, and the right to a speedy trial.  Over the years, our nation has championed these rights before the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115817840935638286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115817840935638286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/ethics-of-guantanamo-bay.html' title='The Ethics of Guantanamo Bay'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115817819114536929</id><published>2006-09-13T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:09:51.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baylor: A University in Need of Change</title><summary type='text'>Baylor Theophilus Athenaeum, by M.A.The first and primary reason for this proclamation is the simple fact that, while we continue to tout ourselves as a “Baptist University” or even an “Evangelical Notre Dame,” we have allowed ourselves to become less and less distinctively Christian, Protestant, Evangelical or Baptist. Aside from abnormally strict policies concerning dorm visitation hours and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115817819114536929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115817819114536929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/baylor-university-in-need-of-change.html' title='Baylor: A University in Need of Change'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115817783872563970</id><published>2006-09-13T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:03:58.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose of Christian Education</title><summary type='text'>Baylor Theophilus Athenaeum, by M.A.While there are many different factors that bring students to Baylor University, the one factor that supposedly unites our student body is the desire for a Christian education.  However, while we are united by a common term, it is clear to anyone who spends any amount of time at this University that there are as many ideas of what that education should be as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115817783872563970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115817783872563970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/purpose-of-christian-education.html' title='The Purpose of Christian Education'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115817733360761723</id><published>2006-09-13T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:55:33.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Gospel of Judas: Myth and Reality"</title><summary type='text'>Baylor Theophilus Atheneum, by S.Y.Earlier this month, the Gospel of Judas was released for the first time in an English translation by the National Geographic Society.  The text, initially rediscovered in Egypt in the 1970s by an illiterate garlic farmer, has since undergone a journey deserving of a Dan Brown novel, fraught with theft, smuggling, and intrigue.  Finally, the document landed in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115817733360761723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115817733360761723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/gospel-of-judas-myth-and-reality.html' title='&quot;The Gospel of Judas: Myth and Reality&quot;'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115728884116223921</id><published>2006-09-03T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T18:07:08.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the homepage of the Augustine Project! We're a growing association of Christian students from universities across the country, dedicated to serving as a thoughtful, intelligent, faithful witness to Christ's Gospel at our schools.  (You can contact us at jlhylden@gmail.com).With that in mind, we edit and publish journals of Christian thought on our college campuses. We endeavor to apply</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115728884116223921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115728884116223921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115728867921703763</id><published>2006-09-03T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T10:57:47.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Statement</title><summary type='text'>The Augustine Project:  Credo ut IntellegamWe, the members of the Augustine Project, are here because we believe that the Christian Gospel encompasses the whole of life itself; that the brokenness of this world is mirrored in the brokenness of God on the cross; and that the answer to our brokenness is found only in the Resurrection.  We are seeking to live and make sense of our lives in the light</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115728867921703763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115728867921703763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/mission-statement.html' title='Mission Statement'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115728836145163723</id><published>2006-09-03T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:20:37.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nicene Creed</title><summary type='text'>We believe in one God,the Father, the Almighty, maker of heaven and earth, of all that is, seen and unseen. We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ, the only Son of God, eternally begotten of the Father, God from God, light from light, true God from true God, begotten, not made, of one Being with the Father. Through him all things were made.For us and for our salvation he came down from heaven: By </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115728836145163723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115728836145163723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/nicene-creed.html' title='The Nicene Creed'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115728794777136272</id><published>2006-09-03T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T08:26:18.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constitution of the Harvard Ichthus</title><summary type='text'>Article I.  Name  The name of the organization shall  be “The Harvard Ichthus.” Article II.  Purpose  The Harvard Ichthus is a journal of  Christian thought.  It exists for the purpose of fostering deep  Christian thought among the members of the Harvard community, taking  seriously the motto of Harvard University:  “Veritas Christo et Ecclesiae,” in English  “Truth for Christ and the Church.”  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115728794777136272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115728794777136272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/09/constitution-of-harvard-ichthus.html' title='Constitution of the Harvard Ichthus'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115646550397833763</id><published>2006-08-24T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:25:48.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ears to the Ground</title><summary type='text'>Step 9: Keep Your Ears To The GroundAt this point, you realize that you have turned into a bit of a stalker.  You find yourself listening in on other people's conversations, straining to hear snatches of talk about your dearly beloved new magazine.  You walk past people talking about it, and mysteriously are seized by an immediate need to bend over and tie your shoelaces.  You notice someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115646550397833763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115646550397833763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/08/ears-to-ground.html' title='Ears to the Ground'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115646524236608379</id><published>2006-08-24T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:46:33.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start the Presses</title><summary type='text'>Step 8: Start the Presses!  Putting it All Together, Moving it All OutOK.  If, young grasshopper, you have reached the lofty citadel of Step 8, it means that, for all intents and purposes, you have created a magazine.  Pat yourself on the back.  It took a lot of work to get here.  Now, all you have to do is get it into the hands of your eager readers.    Publication week is the busiest time of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115646524236608379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115646524236608379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/08/start-presses.html' title='Start the Presses'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115646506264924277</id><published>2006-08-24T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:42:40.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Edit</title><summary type='text'>Step 7: How to Edit: Or, A Short Course in Grammar and Diplomacy    You may think that this is just a matter of remembering what Mrs. Anderson taught you about grammar back in the seventh grade.  If you think that, however, you would be wrong.  Editing has much more to do with multiple-party diplomacy, the assuaging of hurt egos, and the exercise of restraint than you would ever have thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115646506264924277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115646506264924277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-to-edit.html' title='How to Edit'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115637950270295376</id><published>2006-08-23T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T05:47:11.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Articles</title><summary type='text'>Step 6: The Life of a Gumshoe Reporter: How to Find Articles    So.  At this point, we're assuming that you more-or-less have put together a staff and found several sources of funding.  It's a bit misleading to say that these steps have to follow each other one by one-- really, you'll end up doing several of them at once-- but, for the sake of argument, now let's say that it's time for you to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115637950270295376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115637950270295376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/08/finding-articles.html' title='Finding Articles'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115637935644342003</id><published>2006-08-23T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:40:51.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finances</title><summary type='text'>Step 5:  Show Me the Money    So, now that you've basically gotten your act together, the next step is... (erp!) figuring out some way to pay for it all.  The ideal solution to your financial needs, of course, is to have a rich and generous uncle.  Barring that, however, and assuming that you did not in fact already win the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes, you need to find yourself some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115637935644342003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115637935644342003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/08/finances.html' title='Finances'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115637922245019431</id><published>2006-08-23T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T05:50:04.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staff</title><summary type='text'>Step 4:  Staff Stuff    One important thing to think about is how you want to structure your staff.  Now, there are plenty of ways to skin this particular cat, but generally speaking, you should follow a simple rule: Everyone has specific responsibilities, and everyone is accountable to someone above him or her.  I can't stress enough how important that is-- if you give people wishy-washy "areas"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115637922245019431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115637922245019431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/08/staff.html' title='Staff'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115625899732198014</id><published>2006-08-22T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:23:02.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constitution</title><summary type='text'>Step 3: Your Very Own Constitutional Convention, Plus: How to Become Real    Now that you've cast a compelling, profound, paradigm-shifting vision, and gathered a band of loyal followers (or something like that), it is, unfortunately, time to come back down to this mortal coil.  Although your magazine currently exists in the starry-eyed dreams of its founders, it does not yet really exist, even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115625899732198014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115625899732198014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/08/constitution.html' title='Constitution'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115625881231887054</id><published>2006-08-22T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:36:29.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building a Team</title><summary type='text'>Step 2:  So, Who's With Me?  Building a Team    You know those old Captain Planet cartoons?  "With our powers combined... (Earth!  Air!  Fire!  Water!  Heart!) we are... Captain Planet!  Then, they would go out and defeat the evil corporations that were polluting the environment, or the forces of darkness, or something like that.    Well, your magazine is sort of trying to do the same thing (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115625881231887054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115625881231887054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/08/building-team.html' title='Building a Team'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33163707.post-115625749134343262</id><published>2006-08-22T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:47:37.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision Statement</title><summary type='text'>So... you want to start a magazine.  Great!  The only problem is, you don't know how.  "I can hardly even keep my room clean," you say, "or make any sort of food that doesn't come with directions printed on the side of the box.  How can I start up and run a magazine?  I don't even know where to start!"    Well, if that's where you find yourself--long on enthusiasm and short on experience-- then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115625749134343262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33163707/posts/default/115625749134343262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaugustineproject.blogspot.com/2006/08/vision-statement.html' title='Vision Statement'/><author><name>Augustine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07868948051371497527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
