The Unlikely Disciple: A Sinner's Semester at America's Holiest University
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Kevin Roose wasn't used to rules like these. As a sophomore at
His journey takes him from an evangelical hip-hop concert to choir practice at Falwell's legendary
Hilarious and heartwarming, respectful and thought-provoking, THE UNLIKELY DISCIPLE will inspire and entertain believers and nonbelievers alike.
told me that I’d have to give up cursing, I bought a Christian self-help book in an airport bookstore called 30 Days to Taming Your Tongue. It’s a tiny thing, maybe forty pages in total, but I’ve never managed to get through it entirely. I thought I could quit cursing cold turkey, through sheer willpower. But now, it’s clear that my sin is too deeply ingrained. So tonight, I read through the book on my bed, marveling at the percentage of my vocabulary I’m going to have to give up if I want to
curtain to make sure we’re ready. Then, three . . . two . . . one . . . “Good morning folks, and welcome to Thomas Road!” The curtain peels apart, the klieg lights come flooding down, and there they are—six thousand parishioners. Before I know what’s going on, I’m swept into action. The choir sings at full volume, accompanied by a fifteen-piece band: Behold he comes, riding on a cloud, Shining like the sun at the trumpet call. Lift your voice, it’s the year of jubilee And out of Zion’s
even the lame ones, and she seems impressed by my fumbling attempts at chivalry. (When I hold the door for her, she says “Wow, a real man.”) By the time we finish our food, drive back to campus, and pull up in front of her dorm, I’m drunk with optimism. “Could I . . . call you again?” I ask. She giggles, writes down her number on the burger receipt, steps out of my car, and waves goodbye. Success! This date might not have been perfect, but it clearly could have gone much worse. As I drive away,
a journalist?” “Yeah.” I wasn’t supposed to tell Anna anything about writing, of course. I was supposed to say that I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, or that I was studying religion with an eye toward grad school. That’s what I’ve been telling everyone else. But I was so comfortable, it just slipped out. “You know,” she says, “when we first went out, I thought you were writing a story about me.” My eyes widen, and a string of unbiblical language rockets through my brain. Jesus. Am I really
mentors students on the side. I e-mail him, asking if he would be willing to meet with me. He writes back a few hours later: “Kevin, I really enjoy talking with guys and discipling others.” He agrees to mentor me and tells me to come by his office for a preliminary meeting. He signs his e-mail “Steadfast in His Service, Seth.” I go to Pastor Seth’s office the next day for our appointment. He’s a young guy, midtwenties, with short brown hair, a too-big black suit, and a cell phone clipped to his