Going to Seminary | Part 3
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 »
Telling the Truth 