Midland senior year. Common area. A professor I took classes from in New Testament Greek and logic tells me there is a representative from his seminary on campus.
A couple years ago my sophomore year I thought about the ministry but never seriously. My dad was a Lutheran minister. Church was always there. I more or less went. Habit more than passion.
I was 22. A senior in college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. Seminary was four more years of school. Better than nothing. I signed up
My dad was excited. I was going to be his legacy. He spent the summer making me go up in his study for hours reading books. I resented him for it. But something happened during that time.
I became confident. Confeodnet that I was the best seminarian. That how I looked at life, theology, ministry was best. My dad always seemed right. He was always respected. I had a floating arrongance I embraced.
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