posted on May 11, 2010 09:10
The following blog post was written by Nola Boezeman. Nola just completed her first year of divinity school in the M.Div. program. Thank you for sharing with us, Nola! -- Melanie
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to throw away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NRSV)
I have heard this question a lot since Thursday: How does it feel? How does it feel to be done with finals? With your first year of Divinity school? With your exams and paper writing?
When I respond “great,” I mean it. But, even though a weight was lifted after turning in my last paper on Thursday, I couldn’t bring myself to rush home that day. After class, I decided to hang out in the break room and talk to other students. Then, I went to the library to peruse a book I haven’t had time to look at during the semester. After that, I stopped by a professor’s office to talk to him one last time before I left for the summer. I was glad to be done, but I wasn’t really ready to leave. It dawned on me that I wouldn’t be back again for a while. I won’t see most of my Divinity school friends until late August. That’s a long time! They have been an important part of my journey over the course of the year. I’m going to miss them.
I’m also going to miss standing on the wide steps in front of Taylor Hall where I frequently went to get a good signal on my cell phone. I'll never forget the day I sat on the metal picnic table with my spiritual formation group as we shared lunch and confided our fears and hopes. I will miss Elaine and Lynn who work in the offices – Elaine who let me share her umbrella and then drove me to my car on the day it was pouring down rain and Lynn who challenged me to be faithful in keeping an exercise regime (which I was not very successful at despite her encouragement). I’m going to miss seeing Anita in the library. She checked out my books with a friendly smile and pleasant conversation. What about chapel? How many times have I reflected on the deer and the stream in the stained glass window of Butler Chapel? The Alpha and Omega symbols? I’m going to miss looking up at the pipes of the organ while listening to Patty play. . .
Perhaps I’m getting a little too sappy and sentimental here. I will be back, after all. It will take me about three more years to graduate. I will enjoy my break this summer, but by August I am sure I’ll be chomping at the bit to go back. Much of what I will come back to will be the same. But, not all will remain unchanged. My dear friend Lindsi will have graduated. Dean Codgill will be Dr. Cogdill and Dr. Wakefield will be Dean Wakefield. Kelly will have a new last name and Dr. Jorgenson will be wearing a new ring on his left hand. I’ll no longer spend hours studying at the same desk with a private hutch in Carrie Rich library. But, I hear the new library will be amazing.
It blows my mind to think that at this time last year I struggled to muster up enough courage to pick up the phone and call Kelly Jones “just to get a little information” to see if I might possibly take a few classes. I think that must have been the most important phone call I’ve made all year.
So, how does it feel? It feels like I’m in the right place at the right time with the right people - newfound friends who share my passion to learn and grow by fostering our gifts so that we can better serve the Lord we love. How does that feel? "Great" is an understatement!