Author’s Note: The following essay is drawn from a forthcoming book manuscript currently in development. It is an excerpt from a larger chapter and is presented here in a provisional, condensed form. The work reflects more than thirty years of study of the Hebrew Scriptures as translated into the

Author’s Note: The following essay is drawn from a forthcoming book manuscript currently in development. It is an excerpt from a larger chapter and is presented here in a provisional, condensed form. The work reflects more than thirty years of study of the Hebrew Scriptures as translated into the

An unexpected centre When I arrived at Oxford to begin the MSc Global Healthcare Leadership, I anticipated a world of thought shaped by rigour, breadth, and the weight of long tradition. What I did not foresee, though I came to treasure it, was the presence of something more intimate and

Cambridge and the Habit of Inquiry There are certain places where thought seems to linger in the air, as if ideas themselves possessed a kind of afterlife. The courts and passageways of the University of Cambridge are among them. Stone and silence, worn steps and narrow cloisters do not merely

Author's Note: As I revisited Campbell's writings, one feature became increasingly difficult to ignore. Beneath the debates over doctrine and church reform lies a sustained concern with authority, interpretation, and knowledge itself. Campbell was asking how ordinary people could read, understand, and act upon what they

Submitted on August 25, 2015, to Professor Ben Lockerd as part of the doctoral course, LIT 7324 Literary Analysis: Great Ideas, Authors, and Writings. Studies in classical literature, such as Plato's Republic (Book X), Ion, and Phaedrus, Aristotle's Poetics, Horace's The Art of Poetry,

In the opening lines of his preface to The Metalogicon, translator Daniel D. McGarry invokes Horace’s enduring admonition to writers:  If ever you write anything, keep it to yourself for nine years, for what has never been divulged can be destroyed, but once published it is beyond recall. McGarry,

There is a woman in the water meadows of Oxford. Draped in Oxford blue, she sits in quiet majesty, her lap sheltering a small, idealized city. Its dreaming spires rise like prayers from her womb. She is Isis, Queen and Mother, as imagined by Evelyn Dunbar in her painting Oxford.