Monday, August 6, 2012

End of Summer...and first year of seminary!

When asked what word or phrase spoke to them or popped out to them after we read out loud the first few verses of the 23rd Psalm, only Mr. Z responded, and he quickly said, “Green pastures.”  After a week of getting settled in by filling out forms, learning computer systems, and getting security clearances as the new Clinical Pastoral Education (CPE) interns at the Veteran’s Administration Hospital in Murfreesboro, Tennessee, we had finally been given our first chance to interact with patients by conducting the weekly “Bible study” in the dementia unit.  When we were quickly given instructions the day before – fifteen minutes of karaoke gospel followed by fifteen minutes of Bible study/reading wrapped up by another fifteen minutes of more karaoke gospel singing – we were led to believe that the patients would have little response, although a few might sing.  While most of the patients slept through the gathering, one patient particularly liked singing the old Baptist hymns but was not interested in participating in any reading or discussion.  Mr. Z had joined us late and was distracted during the initial singing.  But after his comment, I could not resist attempting to see if we could pull more conversation out of him.  When asked if he had lived in green pastures, he responded affirmatively and his eyes pooled.  For the remainder of the Psalm, the wells that were his eyes deepened, but he said very little other than nodding affirmatively when asked for input.  When we resumed our singing, he began to join the other patient in vigorously singing the old gospel standards.  We walked away feeling that our daily one-hour and fifteen minute commute to Murfreesboro was finally worth the drive.  And that's how we began our summer...
After a long academic year when it sometimes felt I was walking through the valley of the shadow of death (I know, I know…overly dramatic but I was trying to stay with the 23rd Psalm theme…), I began to feel that my Shepherd was restoring my soul this summer as I worked with our aging veterans.  The whirlwind that was the last two years of my life has become lessened to a much greater extent so that I believe I can enter my second year of seminary being led beside still waters.  (Okay…enough of the 23rd Psalm theme…)

Some tidbits of life on “the Mountain:”  Sometimes it was ten degrees cooler in Sewanee than it was in the lowlands of Murfreesboro this summer.  Did you know it snowed three times this past year…my classmate from Colorado disagrees with my definition of “snow” as well as my definition of a “harsh winter.”  I didn’t realize how “low church” I really was…and that there is still a lot of the Evangelical in my Contemplative self.  I thought I knew humidity…black mold grows very quickly in my shower if I don’t wash it down with bleach periodically, unlike in Houston.  The hiking and views are incredible…I just wish most of my hikes were in the woods and not to the library where my views are limited to stacks and stacks of books.  I thought I knew fog growing up on the Texas coast…I have decided that the “fog” here in Sewanee is really just clouds overtaking us since our elevation is at 1,923 feet.  The name of the people and the country is pronounced “Is-ray-el,” not “Is-ri-el”…I won’t make that mistake again!  And the really big news…I am the first Cox who has been allowed to join a choir!  My family is really proud…(the choir director still hasn’t figured out I am lip-synching…)

And so I start what is called my “Middler” year of seminary in late August.  This year will find me start learning how to preach in our chapel, the Chapel of the Apostles, pictured below.  In January, I will start doing my field work in a parish.  So…lots of “new” experiences in store for me this year but the Lord is still my shepherd and I shall not want…





My view when I preach next year...

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