I’ve been working on it for five hours, and here’s all I’ve got:
I entered seminary with a million questions. I’m leaving with a million questions. I entered seminary barely gripping onto faith, waking up each day with the prayer “Lord have mercy on me a sinner” and I’m leaving seminary with the prayer “My God, my God, I beg of thee, don’t abandon me thou my heart may abandon you.”
The mantra of my seminary is: I believe, help my unbelief.
My statement of faith for this blog is: love God, love others, love the questions, love the madness.
I’ve wanted to edit that for three years, to include words like “eschatology”, “soteriology” and “geniusology” but I’ve never gotten around to it.
I dread the day that I might stand up in a church and someone looks at me like I know anything more than they do. All I know is that I don’t know anything but for some reason God decided I should be here.
Either my seminary education has been a complete waste, or a complete success. I’m not sure which, but in faith I move forward hoping it’s the latter.