A Little About Me
My name is Paul Maxwell. I hail from Hyde Park, New York. My life was directionless (like teenagers do) until I went to Moody Bible Institute to study biblical languages at 18. Then I got my M.Div. at Westminster Theological Seminary in Philadelphia (If you want to live in Philadelphia, never move there from Chicago). Last (and certainly not least), I’m here in Chicago (again), getting my PhD in systematic theology with Kevin Vanhoozer and teaching philosophy at my alma mater, Moody Bible Institute.
I recently quit school, took an amazing job, quit that job in order to return to school because I learned a valuable lesson, and here I am, 27 and back in school, working and writing and doing the things that I love.
My life still feels rather directionless—blessings and cursings, joys and tragedies, deep feels and numb hazes, feeling okay and feeling like the world is going to end, these things come from day to day. Sometimes from moment to moment. But God continues to be here—wrestling, caring, performing surgery, asking me to trust him, coming through even when I don’t. That’s the Christian life, and it is my life. And I am so completely confused by this life that I try as hard as I can to figure out bits and pieces here and there. I’m starting to realize I’ll never have the full picture.
My interests include psychology, theology, and the Christian life. More specifically, I am currently working in the areas of psychology and theology, trauma studies, doctrine of God, and the relationship between the Old and New Testament (specifically, the mechanics of the use of the Old Testament in the New).
Fan of Chris Nolan. Anxious evangelical. More than anything, my primary energy is spent wrestling with the God who fights for my life—in sin, suffering, and sanctification. Life is difficult, and God gets that, and has talked a lot about it, and has blessed me with the opportunity to think a lot about that both personally and professionally.
P. S. (If you’re poor stop reading at this point [kidding: definitely keep reading]) I had an awesome job that paid lots of money, and I left it because I felt God’s strong call to finish my Ph.D. in theology and teach. So, if you are a fellow starving graduate student like me, I salute you: let’s get Chipotle post-grandma’s-christmas-money sometime. If you are itching to give to a good cause (or if you are a Nigerian prince looking for a bank account to store his millions), I’m currently living project-to-project and spending all of my money on rent and tuition, so it would mean the world for you to consider helping me to breathe and write simultaneously for long periods of time.
Donations help me to write more for internet venues such as desiring God on difficult issues like divorce, depression, suicide, spiritual darkness, addiction, and trauma (and all the other happy things). (I am about to release 12-hours of devotional podcast material and 6 books in the next few months, so any donations also go towards expediting that — I count it an honor and my source of duty to be in the ranks with every single sufferer in the kingdom)