Hey everybody! Long time no see!
And I have news! Remember how I was having such a hard time figuring out what to do next, life-wise? Well, I've got an idea. Here's the long-short story:
About six months ago, when I got back from New Zealand, I started talking with Peggy Hanson about how St. John's needs a new youth minister. Peggy, who is one of my dear friends, a member of St. John's, and also my baptism sponsor, pushed me to check out the job because of my experience teaching summer bible school. Working with the preschool through fourth graders for that one week a year has always been one of my favorite things, and I thought this idea might bear some looking into. After doing some research, however, I found that I wouldn't really be qualified until I had at least a certification in youth ministry, and even if I found a way around that, I wouldn't personally feel like I had enough knowledge to be dealing with high schoolers, especially as they go through confirmation. So this idea went back up on the shelf.
Meanwhile, since I got back from down under, I've been trying to recapture the easy faith I felt as I traveled. Even though I showed up in the country with a plan, after my time at the shearing sheds I basically just went around hoping that the next day would bring something good, and it always did! When I felt like I couldn't take the atmosphere of the sheds anymore, I met Ann and Murray through church, and they took me home and gave me a family. When I needed someplace to stay in Wellington, I met Ann and Murray's daughter Bridget, and she and her husband showed me around. When I arrived on the shore of the South Island I looked around and hopped the Stray bus, not sure what I'd find, only to meet the most amazing group of people who ended up defining my whole trip. Some days I didn't know where I'd sleep that night, but hostels always worked out. Some days I didn't know if I could stand the loneliness of being on the road, but someone always came into my life with kind words and a hug.
And I prayed. A lot. On the bus, at night before I went to sleep, in hard places and in beautiful ones. Sometimes they were Ann Lamott-type prayers, made up of "help, help, help" or "thank you, thank you, thank you," but they always came from deep inside me, and I always felt that they were heard.
Travel has a way of making you feel like life is made up of bright colors and deep feelings, but when you get home the stability and occasional boredom of "real life" dulls everything again. The trick, for me, at least, is to live life like you're on the road all the time, no matter what physical space you inhabit.
For the last few months I've been in that post-travel phase where everything seems dull, and you can't scramble fast enough to get back the highs you felt while abroad. All of the searching and grasping at water slipping through my fingers has made me feel pretty lousy, but it's also made me throw up my hands, sit down, and listen.
And when I did that, back in late September, I felt the niggling feeling of something at the back of my neck. I started thinking again about St. John's, and the youth there, and my feelings about the church, and my faith, and about ministry. It was a lot to think about. In the first week of October I went up to the visit days at Luther, which is the ELCA seminary in St. Paul. It was a two day event, and my feelings about the whole thing went like this:
Day 1-
Morning - Oh my gosh, this is so freakin' cool! I want to take all the classes, read all the books, soak all of this in at once!
Afternoon - Ok, theoretically, this would be cool, but how would I pay for another two years of study? Money, money, money. Worry, worry.
Evening - I don't even care. This feeling is amazing. Look at these people coming together to learn and teach and love and strengthen the church!
Day 2-
Morning - Ok, back off, you're just excited about this because you're here right now. Get some perspective.
Afternoon - OH MY GOSH THE RARE BOOKS ROOM. Breathe, breathe, try not to get too excited about talking Constantine and getting to take Hebrew. This is where I'm supposed to be!
Evening - Absolute cognitive dissonance.
I wanted so much to give in to the overwhelming feeling that I was in the right place, and that seminary was the right thing, but I was paralyzed by the fear of making a wrong move. I'd spent the last four months agonizing about career paths and possibilities that I'd tangled myself up in the idea that if I made the wrong choice I could...I wasn't even sure! End up living in a box on the side of the road? I don't know. But when I went home that second night, I felt my heart pulling toward seminary and my brain frozen and full of thoughts of loan repayment and job prospects.
I gave myself a week to think it all over, and as that week progressed I got more and more excited, and more and more sure.
So the end of this story is that I'm currently almost finished with my application to Luther Seminary for their Masters in Youth and Family Ministry program, and even though I still have doubts (still mostly based in money-worry), I've given up and given in to that pull inside my chest. If they'll have me, I'll start at Luther in September.
In the meantime, I've been reading a lot, talking with a couple of friends, and discussing faith and theology, and I've been wanting some place to write that out, so I'm starting a new blog. This will still be my main page, and I'll still write here when I have a life update, or when I travel, but the new blog will be specifically for faith-related stuff. So join me over there if you feel like it!
I hope you're all having a good day, week, month, and so on. It's finally snowing here in Northfield, and I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving in five days, and then...CHRISTMAS! Or rather, Advent, starts next Sunday!
Peace!
