Epilogue

Abstract

Eighteen years ago, I had a student research assistant who offered to reshelve the books in my office. She was an amazingly organized person. She had already labeled and sorted my files. So I wasn’t surprised when I came into my office and saw the neatly arranged shelves and freshly printed labels indicating topic sections. “Here are your commentaries, here is your church history, here’s your pastoral care,” she said, pointing and gesturing. “And—of course—this whole wall is theology. And over here,” she said, turning around and walking over to two smaller bookcases, across the room, “over here we have your fiction (gesturing to the bookcase on the right) and your feminist theology (gesturing to the left).”