For the regular readers of the blog, which I believe is about four people, you have probably known that this summer was one of transition for me. It was transitioning from a life in journalism to one in ministry, leaving friends, and moving to a new state and community in Wilmore, Ky.
Today that transition came to life as the seminary career began with day one of orientation. Now, orientation in the seminary realm is no where near what orientation was like in college. Here we are spending the entire day together, learning about each other, praying for each other, worshiping with each other. It was a long day, but oh what a great day.
Probably the highlight was worship at Estes Chapel where President Dr. Ellsworth Kalas spoke about where our spiritual home was located, based on Genesis 35:1-15 where Jacob returns to Bethel. During the service, I started to think about where my Bethel’s were in my life, those places where I met God and I became transformed by the grace of the Lord. Recently, that Bethel place was my home church in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, where I learned what it meant to be a Christian in true fellowship with other believers. There is a photo on my desk of some of the gang from the church, given to me as a gift, and I can’t help but smile to look at the photo, because so many in that photo are why I am here today.
But there are other places where I met God, Myrtle Beach, S.C., where I sat on a hotel balcony with Rev. Ernie Metheny and accepted Christ as my savior. It wasn’t until a few years later, almost 12, that I truly began to understand what that decision meant. I’m a slow learner.
Later in the day it was dinner with the new group of friends, ice cream at a staff member’s home, and just good solid discussion the entire day. I’m worn out. Exhausted in so many ways, both mentally, physically and spiritually. It’s good.
I came here expecting to find my home for three years. I’ve been amazed at just how wonderful this place has become. I’m equally excited, if not more so, for what God has in store for me, the group from orientation, and the entire new class of students here in this place.
It’s certainly a time of wilderness and what better place to have that time than in the midst of horse pastures and open fields. I love it.