Only by using the word in its most Pickwickian sense would I ever call myself a "young" theologian. Indeed, I belong, at least chronologically, to that post-fifty generation—so effectively dissected by Christopher Ruddy in his article "Young Theologians"—whose mental clocks, in his amusing image, seem to have stopped dead in 1968 with the encyclical Humanae vitae.
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