Going to Seminary | Part 11

Women Arriving at the Tomb, by Artist He Qi
It’s spring 1974, nearly the end of my first year in seminary. The role of women at home, in faith communities and in society is a hot topic Read the rest of this entry »

Women Arriving at the Tomb, by Artist He Qi
It’s spring 1974, nearly the end of my first year in seminary. The role of women at home, in faith communities and in society is a hot topic Read the rest of this entry »

In 1973 I arrived at seminary with an empty bucket. Indeed, when I married D I was already lugging it around. I thought marrying D would more than fill my empty bucket. I needed to be cherished. Read the rest of this entry »

~~~Zaida Pannell Swift (1894-1988)
California 1974. I’m in my second year of seminary. The telephone rings. It’s my mother, calling from Savannah, Georgia. Her voice sounds hesitant. She isn’t sure whether to tell me this or not. Read the rest of this entry »

I’m so nostalgic today I can scarcely bear it! It’s a good feeling, though. The kind I get from looking at old photos. Here are several Read the rest of this entry »

By fall 1974 the number of women enrolled in Fuller Seminary’s three schools (Theology, Psychology, and World Mission) had grown to about 50. Male students numbered well over 500.
The Ph.D. event I attended highlighted what was missing at the seminary: Read the rest of this entry »

Altadena, California style, Sept 1973. Dresses by Elouise; D’s tie by a friend.
Nothing like the experience I describe in Part 5 and Part 6 ever happened again. Going to seminary, and to Fuller Seminary in particular, was the most wonderful thing I could have done at that time of my life.
Nonetheless, this post is also about hard stuff. Read the rest of this entry »

Why write about this now? Because the issue raised by my professor didn’t go away. To his credit, he raised an important issue. Pornography. Yet even if there had been only men Read the rest of this entry »

~~~~~Colorado Boulevard in Pasadena, California in the early 1970s
Fall 1973. Every now and then I become aware of something I’m lugging around, unopened and unexamined. It has something to do with my childhood and teenage years. Something about Read the rest of this entry »

Fuller Seminary’s Slessor Hall Residents in 1959;
Meeting place for our women’s support group in 1973.
It’s fall 1973. I’ve arrived at a propitious moment! The women’s movement is alive and well. Women are enrolling in seminary programs, many in the professional Master of Divinity (MDiv) program. Read the rest of this entry »

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 »