Fuller Seminary Student ID Photo, Fall 1973
It’s fall term, 1973. I look calm and reasonably mature. Inside, I’m a boiling cauldron of fear and anxiety.
I don’t belong here!
I’m too old.
I’m the mother of two young children.
Don’t ask me why I decided to come to seminary.
I don’t have an answer.
I feel apologetic about taking up anyone’s time. Read the rest of this entry »
This true story is at the end of Confessions of a Beginning Theologian. I referred to it in a recent post. Here’s more of the story, including the way it played out in my life a year later.
Several years ago I was in my car, on my way to the first day of spring semester classes. I felt shaky and uncertain. A year earlier, students had lodged serious complaints against me. They were reported to me anonymously at the end of the semester; several pages, single-spaced and typed. I was devastated. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 