I went professionally into Nazarene "higher education" for lots of reasons, among them undoubtedly pathological ones. However, one of the strongest of my conscious motivators was anger over what I encountered at Bethany Nazarene College. I don't regret that, at all. I think Bethany Nazarene College, 1967-1973, was a place that called for anger from anyone who had an ounce of human kindness—and my desire to be a safe haven, wherever I went, for students who would have been spat out by Bethany Nazarene College was, I think, a righteous one. I don't regret the deep suspicion I felt toward the Nazarene universities where I taught, Point Loma, Trevecca, and Olivet, and later, by extrapolation, the generically (mostly White) Evangelical and nominally "Wesleyan" APU. I don't regret my assumption that students who felt shunned by their self-consciously "Nazarene" or "Evangelical" institutions of higher learning were the ones for whom I was most to work. I don't regret my longing to lead students out from under the thumb of self-righteous White Evangelical institutionalism. What I do regret (and I do think this, too, is something I am to get over, if I am to be faithful to a faithful God) is my too quickly imagining my colleagues as in league with those institutions. That is, I regret letting my anger toward Bethany Nazarene College spill over to others who wore the Nazarene or the Evangelical moniker. It was at best the error of Elijah who haughtily imagined that he alone was faithful.