The morning of my dissertation defense, right before my defense time, I said a Eucharist in Goodson Chapel to offer my labor to God. Stanley didn’t have to come - he wasn’t on my committee - but he did. It meant the world to me.

Stanley was the first critique of the church that I had trusted; he smelled too much like Jesus. His life has been spent trying to pry the church's head from it's own ass. Builds strength of character.

Quite simply, no one has shaped my theology more than Stanley Hauerwas.

Dr. Hauerwas was my ethics teacher at Duke Divinity. On the very first day of class, he began by addressing the crowded room with his signature Texan accent and said, “Let us pray.” We, the students, dutifully bowed our heads in reverence and waited for the prayer to begin. This was the entirety of the prayer: “Frightening Lord, teaching this class scares the shit out of me. But perhaps...

In an age where the lie seems to be coin of the realm, Stanley Hauerwas offers the world what he always has—the truth. It’s a truth he’s been telling most of his life and one which Christians still struggle with. Who deserves our allegiance? Hauerwas has always answered that question with answers few want to hear—Christianity is largely irrelevant to the world because it too quickly sells...

My life and ministry have been blessed by Stanley's friendship.  One learns quite early in a friendship with Stanley, not to ask him his opinion if you do not want the unvarnished truth.  Now, in this wonderful gathering, you too can get the full-frontal Hauerwas.  Get ready to be smacked by the truth in Jesus' name!  One more thing, it has been said of Stanley, as it was said of Barth, that...