I seldom read blogs. Nor do I update mine any longer with regularity. That said, a post written over by Resident Theologian spurred me to post the Acknowledgment page to my own dissertation.
I suffer no illusion: there is no way to express fully my gratitude to
those who have made this project possible. I hesitate to name names for fear of
missing someone. But, as I look back in a sort of Examen of my
education, there are certain constellations of persons who simply must be
named.
Acknowledgments
My love of theology
began at Saint Ignatius High School in Cleveland, Ohio. Six teachers in
particular helped me to find my voice as a student and as a man: Tom Pasko, Joe
Buzzelli, Kay Goebel, Jim Brennan, Jim Skerl, and Michael Pennock. As an
undergraduate at Canisius College, Dan Liderbach, SJ and Ben Fiore, SJ were my
go-to mentors. During my first stint of graduate studies at John Carroll
University, Joan Nuth and Howard Gray, SJ were stalwart guides both of my head
and my heart.
At Fordham University,
I had the great pleasure of studying with a number of brilliant minds. Brian
Davies, OP introduced me to the study of Thomas Aquinas and Terry Klein gave me
an appetite for Wittgenstein. Jane Dryden was a frequent coffee companion and
guide in those early years of philosophy studies. Vinnie Sullivan, my rector, schooled my heart and Matt Malone...well, you gave my liver a workout (along with Dennis Baker, Jim Keane, and Drew Marquard). Later, as a student at Boston College’s School of
Theology and Ministry, I was blessed to study with wonderful Jesuit scholars and
exemplars of the type of priest and scholar I desire to become: Mark Massa, Jim
Keenan, Tom Stegman, Jim Gartland, Randy Sachs, Dick Clifford, Jim Bretzke, Joe Weiss, Don MacMillan, John Baldovin, Arthur
Madigan, Jim Bernauer, Oliver Rafferty, Joe O’Keefe, Robert Daly, James Conn, Frank Herman,
and Dan Harrington. The friendship of men I lived and studied with – John
Nugent, Jayme Stayer, Paul Shelton, Cathal Doherty – has been one of the great joys in my
life. Benjamin Dahlke, Bernhard Knorn, and Niall Coll: I will forever remember
with great fondness our many long, cold, walks through the snowy streets of
Chestnut Hill.
My most formative
years as a Jesuit were the years I taught at the University of Detroit
Jesuit High School and Academy. To the students and families I met, I say thank
you for allowing me to learn how to be a teacher. My head may always be in the university but my heart will always belong to the high school. You taught me the meaning of "To give and not to count the cost." To my Jesuit brothers – Brian
Lehane, Karl Kiser, Jim Boynton, and Matt Wooters – I say thank you for your
friendship. I want to thank in a special way Patrick Peppard, SJ for giving me
hours of entertainment and teaching me more about hyperbole than he could EVER
know. To the John Carroll University Jesuit Community, especially Martin Connell, I am indebted for providing the ideal situation to write a dissertation.
To my friends in Irish
music and dancing: you have helped to keep me grounded over these years. I love
few things more than playing and praying for you as a community. It would be
foolish to try to name all of the persons – living and deceased – to whom I owe
so much. But I want to say thank you to Tom Hastings for teaching me how to be
a musician and to Anne Hall and Liam Harney for being great friends and
travel companions I could ask for. My time playing Irish music for dancers has
blessed me in a special way with the grace of disappearance: the better I do my
job as a musician, the more I recede and disappear, the more the dancer can
emerge on the stage. I hope as a theologian and priest to duplicate this
lesson, to get out of the way so that others can do what they are called to do.
Thank you to my
parents Bob and Michele and my siblings and their spouses: Colin and Charity,
Torrey and Brian, and my sisters Reilley and Hagan. You endured much over these
years and even though you care little about Karl Rahner or William Desmond, you
were generous with listening to me. To my aunts and uncles and legions of
cousins: we are at our best when we are together as a family.
To my advisory
committee: no words can express how fortunate I feel to have you as mentors and
guides. Dominic Doyle and Richard Kearney are exemplars as scholars and
teachers. Dominic: thank you for guiding me through Taylor’s oeuvre and
teaching me how not to be a cranky Thomist. Richard: your Wake of
Imagination was the book that lit the spark of my interest in philosophy
and your unparalleled ability to weave narrative and philosophy together in
scintillating prose serves as the model I should most like to follow.
To my brother Jesuits:
there are no words to express what it means to stand in your company. Thank you
for giving me the resources to follow my passions and to use what talents I
have to help build God’s Kingdom. My greatest desire is that, when I meet Jesus
one day, he will be able to say, “Welcome home, Ryan. I have seen something of
myself in what you have done.” Over his shoulder, I hope to glimpse Saint
Ignatius nodding in approval. Adam DeLeon and Denis Weber – we’ve hung in there
since 2004: thank you for being constant companions. If I have come to know,
love, and serve Jesus Christ in this life it is because you have formed me to
do so.
A word to my advisor and guide Brian Robinette.
From the day I met you in January 2013, I knew you were the one I had to work
with. Your brilliance is matched only by your humanity and generosity which are both boundless. I must thank, too, Krista for sharing her husband and Trevor and
Austin for sharing their father with his students. Brian, I am so proud to call
you my teacher and my mentor and it is a singular joy and privilege to call you a
friend. I hope you detect your trace what follows and that the conclusion of
this project serves to mark the beginning of a long and fruitful friendship and
collaboration.
Finally, I want to
acknowledge Emma, Quinn, Con, and the soon-to-be born nephew my family awaits.
I have loved each one of you from the moment I knew you were to be born. Thank
you for the gift you have been to our family. My greatest hope for you is that
you will each open yourselves to the blessing and burden that is the life of
Christian discipleship. 
