What's your story, Morning Glory?

Today I am working on some "about me" essays for school that I have to turn out before the semester starts. When I began this process to the priesthood I remember being told that I was going to have to offer my story over and over and over again. Well, its true. I've wandered through it enough times now that I could practically do an interpretive dance version. Too bad I'm a terrible dancer.
Here's what I'm finding with this incessant story telling: I really enjoy telling it. I'll be honest, if I go into the glazed over homey sugar syrup version its totally uninteresting. But, if I do my damnest to stay present to the writing or the saying, I realize the miraculousness of the story all over again. And marvel that my story is a small part of something greater.
When I was in the Southern Studies department at Ole Miss, one of my favorite courses was documentary fieldwork. I loved it because I got to learn peoples stories. And discover that they were fundamental to a shared picture of humanity. As I was grateful to God then for allowing me to be a part of those individual's lives, I am grateful now to be rehashing my own.
It makes me honest about the difference my faith as made in my life. Makes me realize how blessed I am. And it makes me want to explore what the responsibility of those blessings is all about.

Four years, three churches, and God truly is good

Its been a long time coming.
This fall I'll be starting seminary at Yale Divinity School. Did you ever have those occasions in life when you wanted something to happen quickly and then were pretty relieved it took a while? Me too. I cannot believe the journey has taken this long and would not have wanted it to be any shorter. I'm a lucky (blessed some might say) duck. I thought it was high time to do a blog, even if its just for me.