Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick; I have come to call not the righteous but sinners. Mark 2:17b
Despite the fact that I am feeling as though I am ages behind in everything I attempt to do here, I feel fairly content in my classes. My classes have become the grounding wire I need in my life right now. They are, for the most part, interesting and often too short. There are classes that I am struggling to understand either what the content of the class is or what the professor wants out of us, but I know that I will muddle through this in time.
The thing that I find most interesting about my classes, is the people in them. I have had conversations with my peers and discovered that we all feel uncertain to a degree. I have fear.
Every Monday and Wednesday I walk to St Andrew's College via the University Hospital. The parking lot there is the shortcut to the college from LTS, but it is closed during the construction work - so through the hospital I go. At first I was reluctant to take this route because I felt as though I was imposing in a space where I am accustomed to being quiet, peaceful, and slightly nervous. In taking this "shortcut" I find myself walking through the main reception and coffee stops. So I get a bit of time to observe the goings-on of this particular hospital hub. And, wouldn't you know it, I don't see illness, sadness, or worry. There, in that small space, perhaps 2 minutes out of my day, I see laughter, fellowship, and caring. Doctors, nurses, patients, family, friends, students passing through and stopping at the Starbucks, security officers, and construction workers: mingling, chatting, resting. It cheers me up. My grudging steps lighten as I make my way to St.A's, and I smile.
The above verse has been in my head for a little while, perhaps passing through my cranial hub, and making observations. I am trying to realize that even if I am called to Seminary, I am by no means righteous, pious, or any other "goodly" synonym. I am a sinner - I "Sin boldly". And I am called. A sort of healing is taking place in me that I can't put into words as of yet. I know that Jesus is working within my heart to strengthen me for what is to come.
And for the moment...
the fear is stilled.
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