My theological mentors are obvious. I write about them, even mention them in casual conversation. Iâ€™m transfixed by the likes of Walter Brueggemann, Frederick Buechner, and Barbara Brown Taylor. And I was privileged to attend a seminaryâ€”like other clergyâ€”where â€œworld classâ€ professor/mentors shared insights.
But I think of all of them as amateurs when it comes to interpreting what the Bible may/could/might mean. Oh, I depend on them. My lively, trusted â€œmentorsâ€ probably read Greek or Hebrew better than I read English. They understand historical context when Iâ€™m mostly hysterical. Through study and practical experience they have explored the great faith traditions in ways I envy.
Still, if the Bible is a living word, where its stories invite more stories, and where its real and imagined people are similar enough to you and me, weâ€™re all amateurs. No one is the expert. Everyone is still learning.