The year was 1967. Vietnam was exploding. The Nuclear Arms Race was escalating. The Women's Movement and the Civil Rights Movement were agitating the soul of our nation. And the Presbyterian church was trying to figure out how to witness to Jesus Christ in the midst of all this cultural chaos.

1967 was also the year I turned eighteen and graduated from high school. Though vaguely aware of all the political and global tumult swirling around me, I was much more concerned about my prom dress, my SAT scores, and the looming adventure of attending college 3,500 miles from home. But, even as self-absorbed as I was, I do remember the Confession of 1967 (C67), the first contemporary statement of faith crafted by the Presbyterian church since the seventeenth century. And, I remember the heat, the …