Nicholas Wolterstorff
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Nicholas Wolterstorff is an American philosopher and theologian who has worked as a university teacher and written in English across both fields.
He was born on January 21, 1932, in Bigelow, in the United States. His education took him first to Calvin University and then to Harvard University, a path that grounded him in both religious and academic traditions. He also received a Fulbright Scholarship, which supported further scholarly work.
Wolterstorff has pursued philosophy and theology as a university teacher throughout his career, engaging questions that sit at the intersection of the two disciplines. His use of English as his working language and his formation at Calvin University and Harvard University together mark out the intellectual context in which his career developed.
The Fulbright Scholarship he received stands as one concrete marker of recognition during that career. Born in Bigelow and educated at two universities with quite different characters, Wolterstorff has worked as a philosopher, a theologian, and a university teacher — the three roles the record most clearly documents.
Quotes by Nicholas Wolterstorff
And what of regrets? I shall live with them. I shall accept my regrets as part of my life, to be numbered among my self-inflicted wounds. But I will not endlessly gaze at them. I shall allow the memories to prod me into doing better with those still living. And I shall allow them to sharpen the vision and intensify the hope for that Great Day coming when we can all throw ourselves into each other’s arms and say, “I’m sorry.
A friend said, “Remember, he’s in good hands.” I was deeply moved. But that reality does not put Eric back in my hands now. That’s my grief. For that grief, what consolation can there be other than having him back?
Sometimes the reason offered for seeking aesthetic excellence in the music of the church is that thereby one pleases God. I think that is true. But not because we know what music God enjoys – though I suspect it must be music which is unified, rich, and intense! Rather, because it is in the joy of his people that God finds delight.
IT’S so WRONG, so profoundly wrong, for a child to die before its parents. It’s hard enough to bury our parents. But that we expect. Our parents belong to our past, our children belong to our future. We do not visualize our future without them. How can I bury my son, my future, one of the next in line? He was meant to bury me!
Don’t say it’s not really so bad. Because it is. Death is awful, demonic. If you think your task as comforter is to tell me that really, all things considered, it’s not so bad, you do not sit with me in my grief but place yourself off in the distance away from me. Over there, you are of no help.
But the pain of the no more outweighs the gratitude of the once was. Will it always be so? I didn’t know how much I loved him until he was gone. Is love like that?
The very freedom and expressiveness we find missing in life we find present in art.
We strain to hear. But instead of hearing an answer we catch sight of God himself scraped and torn. Through our tears we see the tears of God.
Faith is a footbridge that you don’t know will hold you up over the chasm until you’re forced to walk out onto it.
