
It has been three years since I graduated from seminary, and six years since I entered.
I still remember that my number one fear about going to seminary was a fear of freezing to death. Not physically, but spiritually. Many seminarians become cold and rigid. They have all the right answers, but none of the right life. I did not want that to happen to me.
A funny thing happened to me though.
I was so intent on warding off the cold, I think I might have burned up. …Or burned out. …Or something else I haven’t figured out yet. I’m not sure what happened. I didn’t freeze to death, but I did die. Who I was when I went in to seminary ย is not the same person who came out.
Many days, I am still not sure that this is a good thing.





I receive a lot of emails and Google search hits about blasphemy against the Holy Spirit and the unpardonable sin.

I used to be bored with the resurrection of Jesus. You know … it was one of those “Familiarity breeds contempt” doctrines.