![]() ![]() “They say the students at Reed are pagans, heathens in heart.”Ī friend sat him down and warned him, in no uncertain terms, that God did not want him to go to Reed. ![]() Reed College? He was kidding, right? “Some of the Christians in Portland talk about Reed as if it is Hades,” Miller would write. When he told some churchgoing acquaintances about his plans, they were appalled. ![]() He didn’t have much else going on, so he accepted the invitation. Miller had dropped out of college years earlier because he couldn’t take the pressure of exams and papers. His faith was messy, up and down, always more about questions than answers.Ī friend, nicknamed Tony the Beat Poet because he sported a soul patch on his chin and smoked a pipe, asked Miller if he wanted to come along while Tony sat in on some college classes. He attended a big suburban church, which he likened to shopping at the Gap. He wrote about religion and spirituality, but he found that “there’s not a lot of work in the Christian market if you won’t write self-righteous, conservative propaganda.” He was struggling spiritually, too. Miller was closing in on 30 and at loose ends personally and professionally. He was eking out a living as a writer, struggling most months to make the rent on the rambling house he shared with five roommates, across the way from a gilded Joan of Arc statue in a roundabout in Northeast Portland. A Spiritual Odyssey by Romel Hernandez Friends warned Don Miller that hanging out at Reed would weaken his faith. ![]()
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