The work of theology is never done.
The work of theology is never done because we theologise in our own space; unending glimpses of grace from within our own situatedness.
The work of theology is never done because contexts change like sand on the shore, perhaps looking like the day before but never quite the same.
The work of theology is never done because, though God’s faithfulness will never change, we fail to remain the same; similar questions, perhaps, but different faces and names seeking ‘truth’ (though it necessarily be contained so we may embrace it).
The work of theology is never done because, even though the academy (as well as responsibility for publishing choices) is dominated by whiteness and male voices — often silencing that which is ‘different’ through the violence of ignorance — other voices are yet discernible if we just choose to listen.
The work of theology can never be done as long as definitions of ‘central’ and ‘peripheral’ remain indistinguishable from those identified by imperial power.
So we do the best that we can — our traditions on the one side and our situatedness in the other hand — and we do what we do, working towards the ongoing revelation of God’s plan to make all things new.
We strive on towards the light, not sure if we’ve got it all right but confident that, when we stumble, God might continue to sustain us. We leave dogma far behind, giving up the facade of doctrinal purity and, rather, seek to find that which seems good to the Holy Spirit and to the faithful community.
And though we yet see imperfectly, we must never fail to love. We must love with reckless abandon, for love is the only firm ground that we stand on. We include and we embrace for, when we do, we see the face of God.
And thus will it continue, until God is all and in all.
But, until then, the work of theology is never done.