There is profound beauty in the pursuit of God. Perhaps, there is nothing more beautiful.
When I decided to pursue theological education, I don’t think I ever really knew what I was pursuing. I just pursued. I guess I pursued as I had been pursued. The love of God is relentless. I wanted to be just as relentless. I knew where I was going. I just didn’t know exactly what was driving me. It was confusingly clear. I guess theology always is.
There was no shortage of advice. Everyone wants to leave their mark on the budding theologian. Perhaps that’s their way of speaking into the future. Or perhaps they were just arrogant assholes. I guess one can never be sure. Words are often fickle things.
In the midst of it all, I met an old pastor. I guess she was actually more of a wizard. Her magic remains. “Never be a student of theology…be a theologian…a great liberator of worlds.” Though there have been more than a few times that I remembered the phrasing more clearly than others…the words consistently draw me back.
Over the last few years, I started to consider what the future might hold. I guess we all stumble upon such times of reflection. For years, I’d placed the entirety of my body into the fight for justice. I wrote. I spoke. I dreamed. I marched. I bled. I guess I died too. Through it all, I became a theologian…a great liberator of worlds. In the dream world, I realized that it wasn’t my six graduate degrees that got me there…it was the freedom to write…to speak…to be exactly who and what God created me to be. I realized that one of the great desires of my heart was to help others find such liberation. It was in those exact hours that I started to gather other theologians.
For months, we pushed into each other so that we might eventually birth a new tomorrow. I have no doubt that we have…a space for the empowerment of theologians…for the empowerment of great liberators of the world.
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Amen.
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