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“How’s the doctorate going?”
While I appreciate the question, the best short answer I can give is “It’s going.”
The truth is that I’ve hit that notorious stage where I’ve learned so much about my topic of research that I can no longer wrap my mind around it. I’ve read and read and interviewed and interviewed and dug through decades of digital archives. I’ve had some of my theories destroyed by my findings. I’ve noticed some uncomfortable truths—-the kind of observations that are hard to write about publicly without getting persona non grata status in some clubs I really would like to stay in. I’ve also realized that many of the key points I’ve been trying to make for years were already written about quite eloquently long before my birth. It has been both a depressing and reassuring experience to find that others have trod these paths. If the world didn’t listen to them, what makes me think it would listen to me?
So, I’m declaring myself on summer holiday. I’ll give all the thoughts swirling in my head time to percolate. When E’s school reopens in September, I’ll start pounding out chapters until I’ve written a big fat messy thesis on how the legacy of colonialism impacts missional initiatives between North Katangan and American United Methodists. I’m not sure how doing this will make the world a better place, but if I don’t at least document my observations, then this effort feels rather in vain.
In triumphant news, Dad finally submitted his book manuscript (The Last Missionary) for final copy editing a few weeks back. If timetables are kept you’ll have that page turner in your hands by late summer.