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Lindsey Brigham Knott

Lindsey Knott relishes the chance to learn literature, composition, rhetoric, and logic alongside her students at a classical school in her North Florida hometown. She and her husband Alex keep a home filled with books, instruments, and good company.

Lindsey Brigham Knott May 21, 2015

The most effective way to shape our students’ epistemologies is to take them to used bookstores.

An overstatement, surely—but worth considering. Epistemological formation, or instruction in how we know what we know, must be a central pursuit of Christian education, for Pilate’s question has echoed down through two millennia and the reverberations of the three words “What is truth?” are now louder than Poe’s tintinnabulating bells. The whole history of philosophy anno Domini could be cast as a sustained attempt to answer them.

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Lindsey Brigham Knott May 4, 2015

If life were a movie, then at about this time in the year the first faint rumblings of satisfying bass and the earliest echoes of a soon-to-be-soaring melody would waft into the background of our days at school, cueing the year’s approaching end. Week by week, they would crescendo majestically, till the last day of school would arrive and our final sage words in the classroom bring the orchestral swells to a resounding tonic chord resolution. Roll credits, please.

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Lindsey Brigham Knott Apr 17, 2015

This past week, an older friend of mine phoned for grammar help: an exegetical debate hinging on verb tense had arisen in the Bible study he leads for younger men. And, while my friend had prepared thoroughly in his usual way— by extensive reading in the theological library he’d amassed over around fifty years, now lining one wall of his den—a younger member of the study was pressing an objection with pages of articles printed from a Google search.

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Lindsey Brigham Knott Apr 2, 2015

The year 381 witnessed the writing of a most high and hearty poem. Squeezing cosmic scope into twenty-seven lines, it spoke of an almighty Father, of things visible and invisible, of an unending kingdom, of people awaiting the resurrection of the dead. The poets were theologians; the occasion was the Second Church Council; the poem was the Nicene-Constantinopolitan Creed.

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Lindsey Brigham Knott Mar 20, 2015

About a month ago, the clean, clear winter light of cold skies and January resolutions graciously withdrew, and in its place stole the soft, liquid gold that makes things grow. Green things now are pushing their way from ground and branch, the river’s blues overlay its grays, and bricks turn warm to the touch. In the afternoon, the light pulses through thick showers of leaves and pollen tossed from outstretched oaks; in the evening, it beams through their branches, turning the gray moss gold.

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Lindsey Brigham Knott Mar 13, 2015

This week I typed an end-of-third-quarter email to all my students. I notified them that their grades were finalized; I summarized the past quarter; I wished them a happy spring break; I thanked them for their efforts; and I told them “Good work!” for another quarter well completed.

And I wondered: in that “Good work,” what did I really communicate?

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Lindsey Brigham Knott Jan 7, 2015

Christmas is ended, all twelve days. The postman may still drop a few belated Christmas cards into the box; mothers will continue dusting stray pine needles from mantlepieces and floorboards; unseasonably disciplined children will ration out to themselves the last candy canes and chocolate Santas. But in the churches, we will lay aside till next year the passages about shepherds watching, angels appearing, Mary treasuring. And in the schools, we will turn resolutely to the inexorable Second Semester.

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