When I was a kid, the last day of school was always an exciting time. I looked forward to all the things I was going to do when I didn't have to go to school. Then by the end of August, the summer became boring and I looked forward to the start of the new school year. Well, those feeling don't just happen when you are a child. I am feeling the same feelings now in seminary as well. At the end of last semester, I was ready for classes to end. The stress of final exams and papers had taken its toll, and I was crispy. Now I have had about six weeks off and I am ready to begin again. Luckily, I don't have to wait too long, as classes begin tomorrow.
This term my schedule is pretty busy. I am taking 12 credit hours plus auditing an additional 4. So my schedule looks like this:
Monday
9:40 - 12:30 Preaching the New Common Lectionary
Tuesday
9:40 - 11:00 am Intro to Worship
2:10 - 5:00 pm. Intro to Pastoral Theology
6:30 - 9:30 pm Intro to New Testament
Wednesday
1:00 - 2:00 Fundamentals of Music
Thursday
9:40 - 12:30 History of Christianity II
Friday
9:40 - 11:00 Intro to Worship
This schedule is a pretty tough schedule. For Tuesday's classes, I have already had to write two one page papers, and read about 150 pages. Oh the joys of seminary, I wouldn't trade it for anything!
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
The 12 Steps, Addictions and the Church
I'm not sure where to begin with this one. If you have heard me speak about seminary (or read my blog for that matter), you know that I go on and on about how CDSP and my seminary experience has stretched me and my current intersession class is no exception.
For my intersession class, I am staking The 12 steps, Addictions and the Church. The class is a week long exploration of addiction, the AA program and many other issues surrounding substance abuse. Today was only the second day and I can see how this class will impact my life and ministry for years to come. The person teaching the class is a retired MD who spent the majority of his career working with addiction. He is a wealth of knowledge on the subject and gives real life examples of many of the addiction subjects we are discussing.
Of course pretty much any class can give you that information, but the challenging part of this class is that we are required to attend at least three different meetings at night after the class is over. There is the challenge. I am not an alcoholic and I was intimidated walking into my first meeting last night. I have heard people before say that the hardest part is walking into the meeting and I can now say it is true. BUT, I can also say that once you walk into the room, everyone in the room will make you feel welcome and encourage you to stay and feel comfortable.
Last night, two of us attended an Al-anon meeting near campus. This meeting was specifically for people that have been effected by alcoholism, not necessarily that they were alcoholics. We walked in and there were 18 people in the meeting. After reciting the serenity prayer, reading a welcome and the 12 steps, each of us took turns reading from a book titled, From Survival to Recovery: Growing up in an Alcoholic Home. After the reading, which was incredibly moving and thought provoking, each member had three minutes to share a piece of their own story. I found it amazing how each person could relate a portion of the story we had just read to a specific time in their lives. In that instant, as each person shared, you could see how by sharing their story each person began to heal. Not major healing but small pieces of their life being put back together. Then it was time to close, a member of the group came over to us and asked us if we had any questions and we left.
Tonight, we chose to attend an AA meeting. This meeting was located in Downtown San Francisco. We arrived and their were probably 40 people in attendance. It started with the usual welcome, serenity prayer, 12 steps, and then a speaker started speaking. This was a young man, let's call him John, was in his twenties and told his story. He grew up in a middle class suburban family, not really concerned about his needs and did well in school. By looking at him you would never know that he is an addict. (He self labelled as an addict so please don't think I'm judging him.) He started drinking at the age of fifteen and by the time he was eighteen he was fully addicted to alcohol. After his parents divorce at the age of 16, he got involved with pills and became addicted to them as well. Even while his addictions were going on, he still had a 3.8 GPA in high school and was elected the vice president of his class. People didn't see his addictions. He didn't drink daily, but when he did he couldn't stop himself. He graduated from high school and went to college. In college, his addictions only got worse and he started stealing to get money for the drugs and alcohol. Finally, his family held an intervention. He said he was happy to not hide his addiction anymore and he went into outpatient rehab for 30 days. It didn't work and he relapsed. He found a job, and started stealing money from his employer. When they caught him, they fired him, paid him severance pay, and he went into rehab again. Again rehab didn't work. Finally he was arrested, and now is in a in-patient rehab center here in San Francisco and has been clean and sober for six months.
I tell you John's story because he could be any of our friends, neighbors, co-workers or even sons. He was a typical twenty-something young man by all appearances, yet he is definitely not typical. By listening to him speak tonight, I see how easy it is for people to become addicted to things and how the addiction takes over the persons life. John was not a bad person. He was just making bad decisions.
So why is the study of addictions important to a seminarian you may ask?
In short, by attending these meetings, I have another tool in my tool belt to help people n their own recovery. I also have the ability to talk about AA from the first person, I can say that I have attended a meeting and that I will be comfortable walking with someone as they accept their own sobriety one day at a time.
If you know someone struggling with an addiction or would just like some more information about AA, please visit their website: www.aa.org.
The Serenity Prayer spoken at the beginning and end of each meeting. I have gained new insight into this prayer after attending the meetings.
God Grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And the Wisdom to know the difference.
Attributed to Reinhold Niebuhr
For my intersession class, I am staking The 12 steps, Addictions and the Church. The class is a week long exploration of addiction, the AA program and many other issues surrounding substance abuse. Today was only the second day and I can see how this class will impact my life and ministry for years to come. The person teaching the class is a retired MD who spent the majority of his career working with addiction. He is a wealth of knowledge on the subject and gives real life examples of many of the addiction subjects we are discussing.
Of course pretty much any class can give you that information, but the challenging part of this class is that we are required to attend at least three different meetings at night after the class is over. There is the challenge. I am not an alcoholic and I was intimidated walking into my first meeting last night. I have heard people before say that the hardest part is walking into the meeting and I can now say it is true. BUT, I can also say that once you walk into the room, everyone in the room will make you feel welcome and encourage you to stay and feel comfortable.
Last night, two of us attended an Al-anon meeting near campus. This meeting was specifically for people that have been effected by alcoholism, not necessarily that they were alcoholics. We walked in and there were 18 people in the meeting. After reciting the serenity prayer, reading a welcome and the 12 steps, each of us took turns reading from a book titled, From Survival to Recovery: Growing up in an Alcoholic Home. After the reading, which was incredibly moving and thought provoking, each member had three minutes to share a piece of their own story. I found it amazing how each person could relate a portion of the story we had just read to a specific time in their lives. In that instant, as each person shared, you could see how by sharing their story each person began to heal. Not major healing but small pieces of their life being put back together. Then it was time to close, a member of the group came over to us and asked us if we had any questions and we left.
Tonight, we chose to attend an AA meeting. This meeting was located in Downtown San Francisco. We arrived and their were probably 40 people in attendance. It started with the usual welcome, serenity prayer, 12 steps, and then a speaker started speaking. This was a young man, let's call him John, was in his twenties and told his story. He grew up in a middle class suburban family, not really concerned about his needs and did well in school. By looking at him you would never know that he is an addict. (He self labelled as an addict so please don't think I'm judging him.) He started drinking at the age of fifteen and by the time he was eighteen he was fully addicted to alcohol. After his parents divorce at the age of 16, he got involved with pills and became addicted to them as well. Even while his addictions were going on, he still had a 3.8 GPA in high school and was elected the vice president of his class. People didn't see his addictions. He didn't drink daily, but when he did he couldn't stop himself. He graduated from high school and went to college. In college, his addictions only got worse and he started stealing to get money for the drugs and alcohol. Finally, his family held an intervention. He said he was happy to not hide his addiction anymore and he went into outpatient rehab for 30 days. It didn't work and he relapsed. He found a job, and started stealing money from his employer. When they caught him, they fired him, paid him severance pay, and he went into rehab again. Again rehab didn't work. Finally he was arrested, and now is in a in-patient rehab center here in San Francisco and has been clean and sober for six months.
I tell you John's story because he could be any of our friends, neighbors, co-workers or even sons. He was a typical twenty-something young man by all appearances, yet he is definitely not typical. By listening to him speak tonight, I see how easy it is for people to become addicted to things and how the addiction takes over the persons life. John was not a bad person. He was just making bad decisions.
So why is the study of addictions important to a seminarian you may ask?
In short, by attending these meetings, I have another tool in my tool belt to help people n their own recovery. I also have the ability to talk about AA from the first person, I can say that I have attended a meeting and that I will be comfortable walking with someone as they accept their own sobriety one day at a time.
If you know someone struggling with an addiction or would just like some more information about AA, please visit their website: www.aa.org.
The Serenity Prayer spoken at the beginning and end of each meeting. I have gained new insight into this prayer after attending the meetings.
God Grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And the Wisdom to know the difference.
Attributed to Reinhold Niebuhr
Friday, December 23, 2011
San Francisco Night Ministry
When I was a teenager, the youth group started going on mission trips to Appalachia and feeding the homeless in Philadephia with Trevor's Van Run's. Back then as a teenager at Trinity Lutheran Church, I never thought that those actions would begin a lifelong yearning to help others. Now twenty years later, as a seminarian, I am once again being called to help those less fortunate than I.
Last semester while visiting a parish, I saw a brochure for something called the San Francisco Night Ministry. The brochure talked about an ecumenical ministry that served the homeless population of San Francisco. It piqued my interest and I decided to look for more information after the term ended. What I didn't know was that another first year student was also interested in the program. So last night, she and I visited the program and walked along with the minister as he completed his rounds.
According to their website, www.sfnightministry.org, their mission is to provide middle-of-the-night compassionate, non-judgmental pastoral care, counseling, referral and crisis intervention to anyone in any kind of distress.
According to Lyle, the minister who we walked with, the mission is to be the face of the church for the people on the street. It is that statement that Lyle exudes as he walks. We met Lyle, Monique, and Keith at 9:45 pm last night. We said a prayer and Keith took to the phones, Monique went to the winter shelter and Lyle, dressed in clerics, Twila and I took to the streets. As we walked, Lyle told us the history of the program, why it was started and the population it originally served. Before long, we were stopped by a man on the street who asked for a blessing and a prayer. He told us that his girlfriend was suicidal and depressed after the recent loss of her fifteen day old child. Lyle was an active listener, and after ensuring that the woman was not a harm to herself immediately, he prayed with the man. We then continued our walk. A block away we were stopped by a woman, visibly strung out on crack. She asked for our prayers to kick the habit and release the demons that have hold of her. She was concerned for her children.
As we walked, different people would come up and just ask for a prayer. Every once in a while, someone would ask for money and Lyle would politely say, we don't give money but I can give you socks, coats or blankets. (He was carrying the socks, the other stuff was easily accessible.) After while, we came to a new neighborhood, and Lyle started discussing the history of San Francisco. It wasn't until the 1970's that homosexuality was legalized in San Francisco. Prior to that, there were many underground clubs and the neighborhood we were walking through was one of the original neighborhoods. He mentioned a bar up the street and said that many nights he goes in, sits at the bar, and drinks a club soda while patrons come over and talk to him. As we entered, he explained this evening was a quiet one since neither Karaoke or a drag show were taking place. The bar looked like any other bar you might walk into except that mostly everyone was the same sex. We left the bar and continued walking. Every block or so stopping to have a conversation with someone.
Lyle showed us how Union Square and all the expensive stores, (Saks, Nordstroms, Macys, etc, photos can be found on the Miscellaneous Photos page) are located not a block from where some of the poorest people on the city live. How the hotels have blocked off their entrances and windows so the tourists cannot look out and see the abject poverty right outside their windows.
As we continued to walk, it became very clear that to the people on the street, Lyle was a friend. They would warmly welcome him, love to tell him jokes, and just be present with him. He was honoring Christ in each person as he met them. A bit later, we entered the next neighborhood which was a pretty trendy straight area. It was filled with twenty somethings oblivious of their surroundings only really concerned with having a good time. For these few blocks, people avoided Lyle, eyes would shift as we walked, people crossed the street. It was very different that before. But as we continued to walk, again the neighborhood shifted. We came to another bar that he serviced. While we did not go into the bar, he explained that it was a bar frequented by transgendered patrons. He mentioned that it took many trips into the bar to build up a trust with the patrons but now there were many times when he had very meaningful conversations with the patrons. I'll be honest, as we stood down the block from the bar, I had a very difficult time wrapping my head around the transgender culture and specifically the transgender prostitution culture. This is not something I have been exposed to in the past so it is completely new to me.
As we wrapped up our time together and walked back to the office, I came to realize that to the outlying population, the gay, transgender, drag queens, homeless, night ministry is their church. The clergy of night ministry are the official clergy of the the drag organizations of San Francisco. The communities look to the ministers in good times as well as bad. Lyle said he presides over many funerals, unions, memorial services for people that don't always fell they belong elsewhere. The relationship that has been built up between all the populations and the night ministers is not only one way though. Night Ministry, as a 501c3 does look to donations to pay their bills. Lyle specifically mentioned the drag queen organization as a large benefactor of night ministry. The community gives back to the people that help them.
After spending a little over four hours on the streets of San Francisco, I am looking to get more involved with this organization and hope that in the near future, I will be trained to be a crisis counselor to man the phones as well as walk along with the night ministers from time to time.
But the bigger thing that I have seen is that while seminary is about learning theology and history, it is also about learning how to minister to all of God's children, whether they look like me or not. There is no way that I would have ever gotten this experience at any other seminary. Once again, my experience at CDSP has helped to broaden my understanding of what it is to be a Christian living out our baptismal covenant which calls us to seek and serve Christ in all persons, loving your neighbor as yourself.
If you would like to learn more about San Francisco Night Ministry, please visit their website, www.sfnightministry.org
Of course, the night ministry would have been an adventure enough by itself but we still needed to get back to Berkeley at 3:00 in the morning. We had gone into the city using BART and Muni busses. At 3:00am BART is shut down, so we were dependent on busses. We got the first bus without an issue but the transbay bus, the bus that crosses the Bay Bridge and goes into Oakland and Berkeley didn't show up. We waited at the bus stop in downtown San Francisco at 3:00 am in 40 degree for an hour until the bus showed up. Once it did show up, the bus driver didn't know the route and got lost in West Oakland. As Twila said this morning, I think the ride home was more of an adventure than the walk along was. Finally at 4:45 this morning, we walked back into the dorm and called it a night.
Last semester while visiting a parish, I saw a brochure for something called the San Francisco Night Ministry. The brochure talked about an ecumenical ministry that served the homeless population of San Francisco. It piqued my interest and I decided to look for more information after the term ended. What I didn't know was that another first year student was also interested in the program. So last night, she and I visited the program and walked along with the minister as he completed his rounds.
According to their website, www.sfnightministry.org, their mission is to provide middle-of-the-night compassionate, non-judgmental pastoral care, counseling, referral and crisis intervention to anyone in any kind of distress.
According to Lyle, the minister who we walked with, the mission is to be the face of the church for the people on the street. It is that statement that Lyle exudes as he walks. We met Lyle, Monique, and Keith at 9:45 pm last night. We said a prayer and Keith took to the phones, Monique went to the winter shelter and Lyle, dressed in clerics, Twila and I took to the streets. As we walked, Lyle told us the history of the program, why it was started and the population it originally served. Before long, we were stopped by a man on the street who asked for a blessing and a prayer. He told us that his girlfriend was suicidal and depressed after the recent loss of her fifteen day old child. Lyle was an active listener, and after ensuring that the woman was not a harm to herself immediately, he prayed with the man. We then continued our walk. A block away we were stopped by a woman, visibly strung out on crack. She asked for our prayers to kick the habit and release the demons that have hold of her. She was concerned for her children.
As we walked, different people would come up and just ask for a prayer. Every once in a while, someone would ask for money and Lyle would politely say, we don't give money but I can give you socks, coats or blankets. (He was carrying the socks, the other stuff was easily accessible.) After while, we came to a new neighborhood, and Lyle started discussing the history of San Francisco. It wasn't until the 1970's that homosexuality was legalized in San Francisco. Prior to that, there were many underground clubs and the neighborhood we were walking through was one of the original neighborhoods. He mentioned a bar up the street and said that many nights he goes in, sits at the bar, and drinks a club soda while patrons come over and talk to him. As we entered, he explained this evening was a quiet one since neither Karaoke or a drag show were taking place. The bar looked like any other bar you might walk into except that mostly everyone was the same sex. We left the bar and continued walking. Every block or so stopping to have a conversation with someone.
Lyle showed us how Union Square and all the expensive stores, (Saks, Nordstroms, Macys, etc, photos can be found on the Miscellaneous Photos page) are located not a block from where some of the poorest people on the city live. How the hotels have blocked off their entrances and windows so the tourists cannot look out and see the abject poverty right outside their windows.
As we continued to walk, it became very clear that to the people on the street, Lyle was a friend. They would warmly welcome him, love to tell him jokes, and just be present with him. He was honoring Christ in each person as he met them. A bit later, we entered the next neighborhood which was a pretty trendy straight area. It was filled with twenty somethings oblivious of their surroundings only really concerned with having a good time. For these few blocks, people avoided Lyle, eyes would shift as we walked, people crossed the street. It was very different that before. But as we continued to walk, again the neighborhood shifted. We came to another bar that he serviced. While we did not go into the bar, he explained that it was a bar frequented by transgendered patrons. He mentioned that it took many trips into the bar to build up a trust with the patrons but now there were many times when he had very meaningful conversations with the patrons. I'll be honest, as we stood down the block from the bar, I had a very difficult time wrapping my head around the transgender culture and specifically the transgender prostitution culture. This is not something I have been exposed to in the past so it is completely new to me.
As we wrapped up our time together and walked back to the office, I came to realize that to the outlying population, the gay, transgender, drag queens, homeless, night ministry is their church. The clergy of night ministry are the official clergy of the the drag organizations of San Francisco. The communities look to the ministers in good times as well as bad. Lyle said he presides over many funerals, unions, memorial services for people that don't always fell they belong elsewhere. The relationship that has been built up between all the populations and the night ministers is not only one way though. Night Ministry, as a 501c3 does look to donations to pay their bills. Lyle specifically mentioned the drag queen organization as a large benefactor of night ministry. The community gives back to the people that help them.
After spending a little over four hours on the streets of San Francisco, I am looking to get more involved with this organization and hope that in the near future, I will be trained to be a crisis counselor to man the phones as well as walk along with the night ministers from time to time.
But the bigger thing that I have seen is that while seminary is about learning theology and history, it is also about learning how to minister to all of God's children, whether they look like me or not. There is no way that I would have ever gotten this experience at any other seminary. Once again, my experience at CDSP has helped to broaden my understanding of what it is to be a Christian living out our baptismal covenant which calls us to seek and serve Christ in all persons, loving your neighbor as yourself.
If you would like to learn more about San Francisco Night Ministry, please visit their website, www.sfnightministry.org
Of course, the night ministry would have been an adventure enough by itself but we still needed to get back to Berkeley at 3:00 in the morning. We had gone into the city using BART and Muni busses. At 3:00am BART is shut down, so we were dependent on busses. We got the first bus without an issue but the transbay bus, the bus that crosses the Bay Bridge and goes into Oakland and Berkeley didn't show up. We waited at the bus stop in downtown San Francisco at 3:00 am in 40 degree for an hour until the bus showed up. Once it did show up, the bus driver didn't know the route and got lost in West Oakland. As Twila said this morning, I think the ride home was more of an adventure than the walk along was. Finally at 4:45 this morning, we walked back into the dorm and called it a night.
I've created a new page
I have decided to make a slight change to how I'm doing my blog. I am going to start uploading additional pictures to a different page than the home page. With that in mind I have created a new page entitled, Wild California. It can be accessed from the link above this post. Wild California will contain nature, wildlife and scenery pictures. As I get other pictures, I will create separate pages for those.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Parish Visitations
View Parish Visits in a larger map
A very large part of my seminary experience so far has been visiting different parishes and seeing how diverse the Episcopal Church can be. The green mark on the map is where I live and each of the blue marks is a different parish that I have visited since arriving here.
During this semester, I only went to one church twice. I went to Grace Cathedral twice and that was only because a group of us wanted to hear someone speaking the second time.
I look forward to continuing my adventures in January with additional visitations. Eventually, I will need decide where it is that I will be serving next year during my field ed. I have already spoken with the director of field education and she has given me four different churches to visit. I have visited two already and hope to visit the other two in January.
As it is December 21 and I'm going to be in California for Christmas this year, I have chosen to tea back to Grace Cathedral for their Christmas Eve service and will be going to All Soul's, a local Berkeley Parish for Christmas Day Services this year.
End of the Term
I started writing this about a week ago and could never seem to get the correct wording so I am just going to post it as is and let my words speak for themselves.
I can hardly believe that I have made it through the first term of seminary. It feels like jut yesterday that I was driving across country in anticipation of this next chapter of my life. The first term has been a roller coaster of emotions for me. There have been times of nervous anticipation, light hearted laughter and downright dreadfulness. Over the course of this term, my professors have pushed me to accomplish things that I didn't think I was capable of. In fact, one professor in particular, pushed me to accomplish things even beyond that. He had a way of getting me to look inward and see what I was capable of producing. For me, it was a very challenging experience. It was in those moments of uncertainty that I had my greatest learnings. Which takes me back to how I ended up here at CDSP.
When I was looking at seminaries and trying to decide where I was meant to be, I always figured that I would be in Sewanee, TN for seminary. After all I had a relationship with so many people there. EFM had played an integral part of my discernment process and in past visits, Sewanee was always a thin place, a place where I felt close to God. A very good friend told me to look at CDSP in Berkeley, CA. I would be closer to Ryan and he said it was a very good seminary. So I took a week off from work and decided to visit both Sewanee and CDSP. I arrived in Sewanee on a Sunday night in anticipation of all the events of Monday. After all this was my "official" visit which consists of community worship, interviews, class visitations, financial aid talks and a conversation with the Dean. Having already applied to Sewanee, they had all my files, references, etc. I walked into my faculty interview and was greeted with, "I'm sorry I've been so busy that I haven't read your file, please tell me abut yourself." Wow, I was so important to them that they didn't even know who I was. Then to top it off, during the interview, I was told by the same person, that I would have to choose between visiting my son which required missing a class and my academic career. After spending 24 hours on campus, I realized that maybe Sewanee wasn't the place I was supposed to call home for the next three years.
I left Sewanee and headed to Berkeley. Almost as soon as I arrived on campus, I felt welcomed. Everyone I met, greeted me, made me feel like a part of the community, and made me want to be a part of the their community. I had not applied to CDSP so when I went to interviews I was concerned about how they would be. Everyone handled themselves professionally and made me feel valued. When I sat in on classes, the professors ensured that I had the reading materials they were discussing beforehand so I could participate in class, at meals all the students sat together and talked to each other and worship was prayerful and meaningful. It was a community. In the end, I left my time at CDSP saying this is where I want to be.
Now looking back at all that i have accomplished since arriving here, I know that CDSP was where I was supposed to be. This place has stretched me in so many ways. I have had my eyes opened to populations of people that I would never have come across at other seminaries, and it has expanded my vision to what it truly means to be "Children of God."
I can hardly believe that I have made it through the first term of seminary. It feels like jut yesterday that I was driving across country in anticipation of this next chapter of my life. The first term has been a roller coaster of emotions for me. There have been times of nervous anticipation, light hearted laughter and downright dreadfulness. Over the course of this term, my professors have pushed me to accomplish things that I didn't think I was capable of. In fact, one professor in particular, pushed me to accomplish things even beyond that. He had a way of getting me to look inward and see what I was capable of producing. For me, it was a very challenging experience. It was in those moments of uncertainty that I had my greatest learnings. Which takes me back to how I ended up here at CDSP.
When I was looking at seminaries and trying to decide where I was meant to be, I always figured that I would be in Sewanee, TN for seminary. After all I had a relationship with so many people there. EFM had played an integral part of my discernment process and in past visits, Sewanee was always a thin place, a place where I felt close to God. A very good friend told me to look at CDSP in Berkeley, CA. I would be closer to Ryan and he said it was a very good seminary. So I took a week off from work and decided to visit both Sewanee and CDSP. I arrived in Sewanee on a Sunday night in anticipation of all the events of Monday. After all this was my "official" visit which consists of community worship, interviews, class visitations, financial aid talks and a conversation with the Dean. Having already applied to Sewanee, they had all my files, references, etc. I walked into my faculty interview and was greeted with, "I'm sorry I've been so busy that I haven't read your file, please tell me abut yourself." Wow, I was so important to them that they didn't even know who I was. Then to top it off, during the interview, I was told by the same person, that I would have to choose between visiting my son which required missing a class and my academic career. After spending 24 hours on campus, I realized that maybe Sewanee wasn't the place I was supposed to call home for the next three years.
I left Sewanee and headed to Berkeley. Almost as soon as I arrived on campus, I felt welcomed. Everyone I met, greeted me, made me feel like a part of the community, and made me want to be a part of the their community. I had not applied to CDSP so when I went to interviews I was concerned about how they would be. Everyone handled themselves professionally and made me feel valued. When I sat in on classes, the professors ensured that I had the reading materials they were discussing beforehand so I could participate in class, at meals all the students sat together and talked to each other and worship was prayerful and meaningful. It was a community. In the end, I left my time at CDSP saying this is where I want to be.
Now looking back at all that i have accomplished since arriving here, I know that CDSP was where I was supposed to be. This place has stretched me in so many ways. I have had my eyes opened to populations of people that I would never have come across at other seminaries, and it has expanded my vision to what it truly means to be "Children of God."
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Advent
O come O Come Emmanuel by Selah
As the fall term comes to an end and life gets crazy, I keep coming back to music to help relax myself and get my thoughts in order. O Come O Come Emmanuel is one of the songs we have sung in chapel and I find it to be a great stress reliever.
This past weekend I went to Tucson to see Ryan. I forced myself to take a weekend off and not think about school work. I wanted to just enjoy the Christmas season through the eyes of a child. I believe I was successful with that and am glad I went.
Of course, now it is back to work. Between now and next Friday, I have two finals and two papers to write. It doesn't sound like a lot but I am starting to get stressed. So I better get back to work.
I promise once this term is over, I will write more but for now, I am going back to work.
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