My high hopes for a thrilling (or at least blog-fodder filled) semester have slowly sprung a leak, deflated like a day-old balloon. However, it’s not like I’m down in a hole of frustration – there’s only 15 credits (which means 2 semesters) left for me with this round of schooling…
The class I’m taking called “The Philosophy of Religion (with a special focus on the problem of evil) is a challenge – it’s OUT there. By out there, I mean that I knew what to expect in a class like this, taught at the U of N, with a textbook that promises to move my concept of religion towards “a global perspective.”) However, it has gone beyond my expectations of unintelligibility. Truly, it is as though the class is being conducted in Russian, a language that I have little/no experience with (beyond Tom Clancy novels & Stargate that is.)
As I was drooling in class last night, trying to catch a word that I understand, I got to thinking: what is it that is creating such an obstacle for my comprehension? Is it mere lack of familiarity with philosophy & the verbiage of “western phil”? Maybe. Is it that the prof is not as proficient as So-crates Johnson (Excellent!) at working through the Socratic method of questioning & examination? Or, is there a spiritual reason for my conundrum? Combo of two or more of the above?

