Thoughts on Entering Seminary

It is Tuesday, August 25th. I moved to Atlanta to begin my journey at Candler School of Theology one week ago. In this last week I have already learned and experienced so many new things I don’t even know where to begin. Four full days of Orientation and the whirlwind that accompanies moving to a new place later I am finally sitting down to write a reflection I had the intention of starting on my first night here. So #HereIAmCandler.

As I sat through each orientation session on topics ranging from the Curriculum to Student Programming to Spiritual Formation to the Library, I found the information overload to be a bit exhausting. As one professor put it, orientation is like drinking from a fire hose. All of this information is accurate, relevant, and good to know, but none of it applies to me right now.  As I sat in chapel each morning, I felt filled with a wonderful joy, a profound inadequacy, and an enduring apprehension all at the same time. I am excited to be here. I know I am in the right place. And yet I am still asking "Why me? How God? Where?" The start of seminary feels both imminent and surreal. I am starting, and I have not started. I am ready, and yet completely unprepared.

A focus of orientation at Candler has been how, as students of theology, we are to stay grounded in faith and spiritual practice as we study scripture and our relationship with God. The balance of prayer and work, play and rest has been emphasized over and over again. As one faculty member put it, you don’t have a "prayer life," prayer is all of life, and that cannot be forgotten when beginning to study scripture academically instead of (or rather in addition to) spiritually.

By far the most captivating part of my first week in Atlanta has been the conversations I have had with people from all over the country. I have met some incredible people who will be in my class, who have spent years doing amazing humanitarian and mission based work all over the world. I have talked with people who have prepared to begin seminary for literally years, saving up money and planning their time to be able to join this new class of seminary students. I have been humbled by people who are sacrificing so much to answer their call to ministry, and by those whose gifts for pastoral care, worship, and servant leadership are already beginning to shine in just the three days I have known them. And I am looking forward to learning and growing with them over the next three years.

As I finish up this reflection, I am munching on a piece of communion bread a friend and I made this weekend. We got the recipe from the Dean of Worship and Music, Reverend Barbara Day Miller. The bread isn’t consecrated, and I substituted the cross on the bread patty for a tic-tac-toe board, but it is still a reminder that each of us in this class, and every person reading this reflection, has been called to a purpose, to a ministry, whatever that may be. The gift of life that Jesus shares with the world knows no bounds, and God is walking with us always, through each and every day.

The Final Days of Iceland

Day 9

The last full day in Iceland began on the southern edge of the Snaefellsnes Peninsula.  It rained most of the day, and we spent the morning driving south along the coastline to Reykjavik.  We stopped in Akranes to jump in the community geothermal swimming pool, but unfortunately it was closed to the public because of a swimming competition.  We found a bakery instead, and grabbed a couple treats for the road.

On the drive

The orange ship is Iceland's whaling vessel.

Since the pool in Akranes was closed we went to another pool outside of Reykjavik.  I’m going to miss geothermal pools back in the US!  After a long day of driving, it felt nice to relax in the warm water and take a couple rides down the water slides.  From there Aidan and I returned to Reykjavik and checked into our AirBnb.  We went for an afternoon walk around the city, ate a pre dinner lobster roll snack, and then found a nice whale friendly restaurant to eat dinner at.

A street in Reykjavik

Aidan's meal at the restaurant

Day 10

The last morning in Iceland Aidan and I woke up early to see Reykjavik before we had to drive to the airport to fly out.  Since he flew in a day after me, he hadn’t had a chance to explore the capital city.  We walked around the University of Iceland’s campus, found a bakery to buy some snacks for the plane, and then went to a small breakfast coffee shop/winery (yes apparently those can be combined) for brunch.  After we ate we walked up to the Cathedral and took the elevator to the top.  From there we could see all of Reykjavik!  Here are some photos from the top.

And that’s all!  Wow, such a wonderful trip to Iceland.  I had fun exploring a new part of the world.  That you so much Uncle Bill :) What a great graduation present!

The Snaefellsnes Peninsula

Day 8

The day began early on the northern shore of the Snaefellsnes Peninsula.  Aidan and I made breakfast (by now I am so over oatmeal it isn’t even funny), and then drove along the beautiful coastline to the quaint little town of Stykkisholmur.  This was most definitely our favorite town in Iceland.  It is far enough off the beaten path not to be frequented by tourists, and we were still early in the summer so many of the locals there greeted us in Icelandic.  It is home to one of the most beautiful modern churches I have ever seen, and quite the memorable hotdog.

Looking across the bay to the Westfjords

The town of Stykkisholmur in the distance

The harbor in Stykkisholmur

Columnar jointed basalt!

A sculpture I really liked

Mountain climber

The hotdog menu...

Aidan went "all in"

The church in Stykkisholmur

Another angle of the church

After the day in Stykkisholmur, Aidan and I continued to drive along the northern shore of the peninsula to Snaefellsjokull National Park.  There we found some glaciers and a volcano, and lots of lava fields!  We went on a hike through one of the lava fields to find some “lifting stones.”  Yup, that sounds super exciting doesn’t it?  Let me tell you….  I guess fishing-boat crews used to take aspiring fishermen here to have them lift the stones.  If you couldn’t lift the largest, you were considered a wimp and deemed unsuitable for life at sea.  The stones are as follows: Bungler (23kg), Weak (54kg), Half-Strong (100kg), and Fully Strong (154kg).  The hike would have been about 8km round trip, which doesn’t seem that far, but the going was not easy through the jagged basalt lava flows.  Needless to say we did not make it, and were dismayed when we realized that had we followed the road a couple more kilometers we could have driven right there….

The white peak in the back is Snaefellsnes.  I just called it Mt. Sneffels

Another church we drove by!

The start of the lava hike

Hiking towards Mt. Sneffels...

This hike does not get my vote.

The phrase “Gone Berserk” comes from the name of a group of people called berserkers, who were insanely violent fighters during Viking times.  According to the Icelandic Eyrbyggja Saga, a farmer brought two berserkers to Iceland from Norway to work on his farm.  Unfortunately, one of the berserkers fell in love with the farmer’s daughter.  The local chieftain, Snorri Godi, suggested to give the berserkers an impossible task and if completed, could have his daughter in marriage.  So the berserkers were asked to clear a passage through the lava field, surely impossible! (I can attest to the impossible nature of that after this hike….)  But lo and behold, the berserkers completed the task.  The rest of that story is rather gruesome…. The farmer murdered the berserkers, rather than keep his promise….  Anyway, I thought it was a good story.

The last activity of the day was a stop at Songhellir.  This Song Cave is full of 18th century graffiti, and legend tells that once upon a time dwarfs used the cave.  As the name implies, the acoustics in this cave were absolutely extraordinary.  After tromping and searching around in the snow for a while, we managed to find the entrance and then burst into song!

Emily in the Song Cave

The view from the entrance of the cave.