Abstract
At home, I have one picture of my teacher, Professor Joseph T. O’Connell,
taken sometime around 1995. Not surprisingly, he’s surrounded by a group
of graduate students in religion at the University of Toronto. What may be
surprising to those who didn’t know Joe was that the picture was taken after
one of our intramural softball games. Although he lived in Canada for decades,
Joe was a good American, and part of that meant a love for baseball, a passion
which he shared with his students. So Joe not only taught us about religion,
he participated in the ordinariness of our lives.
taken sometime around 1995. Not surprisingly, he’s surrounded by a group
of graduate students in religion at the University of Toronto. What may be
surprising to those who didn’t know Joe was that the picture was taken after
one of our intramural softball games. Although he lived in Canada for decades,
Joe was a good American, and part of that meant a love for baseball, a passion
which he shared with his students. So Joe not only taught us about religion,
he participated in the ordinariness of our lives.
| Original language | English |
|---|---|
| Pages (from-to) | 19-20 |
| Journal | Argument : Biannual Philosophical Journal |
| Volume | 6 |
| Issue number | 1 |
| State | Published - 2016 |
Disciplines
- Religion