God's Harvard

I've been reading this book bit by bit since it was given to me. It's about a bunch of home-schooled kids whose parents disobeyed God and sent them away to Patrick Henry College, where secularized lukewarm "Christians" train them for jobs in D.C.

At the tiny college located in Virginia near Washington, D.C., Rosin found eager, clean-cut young people who "love their iPods as much as they love Christ."

Real Christians don't have iPods, but the author got so much else so right that we'll overlook her slippant forgiveness of Satan's instrument of deception.


The girls always say to me that because of the way they grew up, they don’t experience their jobs as quite “real.” They could be at a high-powered White House or journalism job and still feel like they’re play-acting. The “real” job to them is always raising a family. That said, I’d like to see them in ten, fifteen years, when they’ve given up their careers and it’s too late to get them back.

Sigh. Things aren't so great even if they don't breed a litter ... Rosin describes PHC's biology instructor, who decided to teach creationism instead of marrying.


During orientation week the campus still felt warm and familiar, like a big homeschool family reunion. The central buildings and dorms were packed with typically oversized homeschooling families—ten-year-old girls pushing strollers, toddlers scrambling after their pregnant moms like baby ducks. The little kids were eerily independent and well behaved; they sat in circles on the grass or outside the cafeteria, playing games or reading the campus maps for fun.

That's what my college orientation looked like, too. Oops, wait, all those kids were my siblings. Guess it was just us. Oh well.

Rosin must have an incredible sense of humor, just to have completed the project. One fundy mom told Rosin's husband he was greatly blessed, b/c Hanna looks "so biblical."

On The Daily Show, Rosin looks a little less biblical.