It was the best of times . . . It was the worst of times. Well maybe that takes it a little to the extremes, but in a way it is true. As I have mentioned before, I have some big steps coming up over these next few months - and while they are exciting, new beginnings - they are also terrifying, anxious steps as well. This truly is a tale of three cities.
My time and search for a seminary to go to has narrowed me down to three in particular -- Pittsburgh Theological Seminary (Pittsburgh, PA), Columbia Theological Seminary (Atlanta), and Princeton Theological Seminary (Princeton, NJ). As you can see, 66% of these options do not lie within the state lines of GA -- let alone with in 600 miles of Atlanta. I am excited by the prospect of going to seminary -- essentially training to work in and with the Church as my vocation. Unfortunately, this isn't a terribly easy process - especially because the decision cannot be a simple cerebral exercise in logic. By that, I am referring to that mystical word we often use around the church -- "calling". Yes, factors like financial aid and academics are an important factor in a seminary decision - but in all reality, there is so much more. It is this sense of calling that I am struggling with.
In speaking of a calling - I am speaking of being spoken to. I seek God's will -- and the place that God is calling me to be in - and I haven't heard that spoken clearly, which is frustrating and disappointing and nerve-racking all at the same time. How can one discern when they are being called anyway? What does a calling include? Surely God uses circumstances to help direct a calling right? How much weight should be given to circumstance, how much to academics, how much to financial aid, how much to proximity of family? It's not an academic process though -- there are no clear variables which can be adjusted and manipulated to extract a clear, definable answer. It's not that simple.
Seminary is very much what you make of it. At least that is the word on the street - I hear it repeated over and over again. In that case, it should not matter where you go - they are equally great - right? On the other hand, there is the fact that Princeton boasts academic excellence; that Columbia "produces pastors"; that Pittsburgh is missionally minded in much that they do. Each school has particular benefits - and particular shortcomings. Columbia isn't the most balanced school when it comes to theology; Princeton is accused of making 'robot's not pastors sometimes; Pittsburgh's average age is like 30 something years old for the students. Where do you start?
Of course none of the afore mentioned truly takes into account the family (both actual and Church) that I have in Atlanta. It doesn't fully take into account Kate - and our relationship - going on three years now. It doesn't take into account my friends, relationships, or ties to Atlanta. It doesn't take into account that I haven't been out of the south for more than a few days - ever. So many variables to consider. I could pro / con myself until death took me over - quite literally. But what to do?
I am afraid, that I am pretty sure of. I am afraid to hear what God says to me. I am afraid to hurt people closest to me. I am afraid to disappoint those around me. I am afraid of the prospect of changing the life that I know so well. And yet, I want to hear His call. At what point will my desire for complete public approval submit to God's word? Yes, there are a few factors that must play an integral role. For example, Kate and I are a team - it matters greatly how she is feeling and what she is thinking. As well as my family. Opinions and comments can be spoken by God through people - they are important as well. But when it comes down to it -- at the heart of everything - I have to stop and listen and be patient. I just wish it was easier done than said. Will you pray for me, please?