- A Midterm Exam for Worship & the Reformed Tradition – felt a bit like a hypocrite: writing answers to case studies concerning the Eucharist that were 100% right according to the PCUSA Book of Order, answers that I know PCUSA pastors would have a problem doing in a church, and that was, interesting…
- Finally finished a series of days of activities with my Field Ed. Not more hours than other peers of mine have, but a huge increase in time compared to what I normally have scheduled – tired.
- An email from a professor basically calling me out on skipping class and not coming prepared – an honest reply – a heartfelt reply back. Things are fine, but who likes to be called out on things like that?
- A conversation with someone who will play a direct role in my potential future as a PCUSA minister that was frustrating, stress-producing, unfair in many respects and one of those phone calls that causes you to ask, “What the hell am I doing in this process?”
- Realizing all that needs to happen between now and the end of the semester with work, field ed., school, wedding planning.
And then…a chance to sneak into the back of the sanctuary at Nassau Church as they hosted the Alma College Choir Concert, a chance to sneak away into the realm of acapella choral music, a world that I love, a world that I could get lost in, a chance to close my eyes, breathe and realize there are bigger things and more important things. A phone call to the woman who loves me, and her calm reassurance that we’d figure out how to maneuver through all of this. A chance to share fellowship with men who are all strugglers and a chance to pray for one another. Finally, a phone call again with my partner and then the bed. Such was this day.