Wednesday, June 13, 2007

New in Newport Beach

Last Saturday marked our third week in Newport Beach, California—city of bronze bodies, high-level retail shopping, and beautiful homes. Living here is sort of like being on a permanent vacation.

Mr. Miller's job as a summer associate with O’Melveny & Myers proves to be fun with a little work thrown in for effect. The attorneys take him out to lunch at some great restaurant every day. He’s already attended three baseball games thanks to the firm, including two games between our Mariners and the Angels. This week he starts through work a two-week stint with the advocacy institute where he writes a brief and argues it.

Though I had intended to spend the summer putting together my wedding album, I instead chose a more challenging task: passing the California bar exam. The February pass rate was an encouraging 37%. Studying for the bar began two weeks ago and translates into attending morning-long video lectures Monday through Friday, followed by 5-6 hours of studying.

As one would expect from spending all this time under the care of florescent lights, Mr. Miller and I stand as the two alabaster skinned residents of Newport Beach! But even with all our work, we’ve had some great experiences. Keith whisked me away a week ago for an evening at the Getty. On Monday, we attended "Get Out the Boat," a concert to promote Evan Almighty and Habitat for Humanity. The concert featured Jeremy Camp, Switchfoot, and the always-amazing, incredibly talented ReliantK. Even more exciting, each Sunday we’ve been visiting a different great church in the area. More to come on the last topic.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

J.D.

Not the ex-congressman. I'm talking about being just done with my Juris Doctorate!




The ceremony was memorable; I got to wear an overpriced maroon moo-moo. Governor Napolitano, giver of the commencement address, told us how her law school graduation got rained on causing the graduates' purple gowns to bleed. In good lawyer fashion, the violet-tinged graduates filed a class action lawsuit against the manufacturer and won. My ceremony was not that colorful. Instead, we were lectured on the morality of "diversity" by a fellow graduate.

Still, I was able to visit with many of my law school compadres, and hear a heart-warming speech by my friend Rusty. Plus, every time a speaker mentioned the great sacrifices made by the loved ones who survived us through law school, I was able to applaud my parents and sisters--a pitiful show of gratitude for their endless patience, encouragement sessions, and warm, free meals. Special thanks to my sister Evie: roommate and carpool buddy, who dropped me off right in front of the law school each morning of my 1L year so I could protect my high heel-clad feet.

After the ceremony, many photos were taken (not pictured but in attendance was my brother-in-law, Rich). Then we returned to my parent's home where Aunt Vickie and Uncle David joined us for a victory dinner and rousing game of hearts. I lost, the lesson being that a J.D. doesn't change everything.


Bye Bye Brooklyn!

Dragging overstuffed bags, we departed Brooklyn two weeks ago. We left behind our neighborhood of brownstones and cramped grocery stores, and our apartment—the treasured space of our new marriage.

We also left behind many wonderful friends. Shortly before we left, the women of our church, led by Kathy and Lulu, threw a post-wedding shower jointly for me and Kim, who was married to one of Keith’s groomsmen a week after our wedding.

The spread of food was a feast of delicacies, and the gifts were a panoply of kitchen gizmos (including green things!). But the food and gifts paled in comparison to the depth of wisdom offered by the women, who represent the many stages of married life.

The Ladies of City Church

We were also blessed when Claudio and Lulu, Kathy and Jeff, and Paul organized a small farewell gathering for Paul (who was leaving for adventures in Europe) and us. After filling ourselves with Lulu’s guacamole and Kathy’s enchiladas, we played tennis and bowled on a Wii console, a video game for the non-skilled with sometimes-painful results. As you can see, the men’s tennis match stayed relatively calm.





We miss Brooklyn. Happily, we will be back in the fall.

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

The Philadelphia Society

Mrs. Miller and I went to the national meeting of the Philadelphia Society (the grown up version of ISI) last week.

The theme of the conference was The Future of Conservatism, but an unofficial theme emerged: ripping on Evangelicals. Adrian Wooldridge (who with John Micklethwaite wrote The Right Nation, summed up here, which understood Conservatism very well, but warned of the GOP becoming too “Southern”), pinned the blame for all the GOP’s troubles squarely on the backs of religious conservatives. Ryan Sager, called for a “new fusionism” which would mean libertarians getting their policy preferences promoted and religious conservative shutting up.

There was an interesting debate over Evolution and its usefulness for conservatives. Larry Arnhart and John West starred on a panel similar to the one at AEI the next week (sans Gilder and Derb).

Saw D.G. Hart speak on the future of Evangelical (EV) politics. He believes that the triumvurate of Wallis-Sider-Warren are replacing Dobson-Falwell-Robertson as the voice of Evangelicals.

This is convenient for Hart because he triangulates himself away from the Evangelical label. Speaking to Evangelicals from the outside (in a book review in Touchstone Magazine), he says EVs should stop “bludgeoning” non-believers with proof texts. He asks if Evs are “people of the book because they have little sense of the legitimate authority that resides outside the divinely sanctioned truths of Scripture.” His calls on EVs to stop being “political junkies” and to recognize with Augustinian “two cities,” Lutheran “two kingdoms,” or Reformed “spirituality of the church” that they should recognize:

that religion and politics operate in two different spheres of human existence, the former eternal, the latter temporal, and so have two different norms, with Scripture governing the spiritual (at least for Protestants) and general revelation guiding the political.

In saying the Bible doesn’t speak to the temporal sphere, he is directly contravening the fundamental tenant of my political worldview.

Hart, who was raised in a fundamentalist Christian home by parents who attended Bob Jones University, is intellectually embarrassed by Evangelicals and defines himself in his opposition to them. In his scholarship, he divides American Protestantism into three camps: the liberal mainline, the Evangelicals, and the confessing Churches (Lutheran Church-Missouri Synod, anti-Episcopal Anglicans, Orthodox Presbyterians, and others) of which he falls in the last group.

On one hand, I think this three group classification is helpful–”higher” churches who adhere to the fundamentals of the faith have always worn the title “Evangelical” slightly awkwardly–but I worry about the apparent motives at work. Hart says that confessing Churches (CCs) are already bifurcating their realities like he wishes EVs would do. Basically, this is the conceit of academics: worship at a CC church, play the intellectual game and don’t worry about making your worldview holistic by splitting the world into the temporal and the eternal. I recognize that this strategy will earn you more respect in the academy, but even if aren’t you being “ashamed of the Gospel,” you're being ashamed of many of its adherents.