A seminary friend of mine said something wonderful to me this afternoon.
I was describing the process by which I had decided to go ahead and try to take a required homiletics (preaching, for those of you not immersed in ministry-ese) course next quarter. A demanding course that presumes something in the way of optimism. I had had lunch with the professor a couple of weeks ago so that I could explore his expectations and convey a little of the reality of my own situation. (The one in which, for instance, I can't remember anything five minutes after reading or hearing it.)
It might actually help you, said my friend.
Yeah, that's what the professor said, and that's what he said, I responded, jabbing my thumb in the direction of another classmate.
Well, she said, you'll be studying and preparing and giving expression to the Word. How could that not be healing?
If you're reading, thank you for that. It was worth our both being late to wherever we were going.
Cross-Posted at Desert Year.