I had a humbling experience today.
Today was the start of my on ground seminary course for the spring semester, and I will tell you in no uncertain terms – I was NOT happy about having to take it. An Introductory course focused mostly on writing and research (at least that’s what I gathered from the description), was redundant for me at this point. I have an MBA, I write all the time, I know how to do research, and I’m pretty good in the editing department.
I know – it sounds so arrogant – but in truth, this was my attitude going into the class.
I sat down, ready to “endure” 6 hours of what I was sure would be a repeat of everything I’ve learned in my college career about writing.
I should have known better.
Since starting my seminary journey last fall, I haven’t had a single course, no matter the subject, that hasn’t challenged me to my core. Every. Single. Class. Has lead to some “Aha!” moment about who I am, where I’m going in life, what I believe, and what on earth I should be doing with these gifts of mine.
I would soon find out, today’s class would be no different.
Everything seemed to line up with my initial assessment of the course, until the professor spoke these words that bypassed my pride, sidestepped my assumptions, leaped over my intellect, and slammed straight into spirit.
“You are the people who will be publishing to share the Christian faith. And I have to prepare you for it!”
Arrested by this revelation of the deeper purpose of our time together, and yanked from my self-appointed pedestal, I had no other choice but to assume the posture of the eager student – humble and hungry to learn what I did not know.
In that moment, I let go of my “expertise”, my “experience”, and my “credentials” to free myself to receive new transformational insight on writing well.
And the floodgates opened.
As I opted to move from spectator to eager note taker, I found such profound truth in the simplicity of what was being taught – seeing the mechanics of academic writing with new eyes.
How many times have we been in the place to receive something new, something of great value to our purpose and call, yet because it appears simplistic and familiar, we treat it with disdain, missing the possibility of a transformational moment?
It is my sincere prayer that I won’t make this mistake again. I aim to see the world around me with new eyes, fresh perspective, understanding that even in the simple things, God is working His greater purpose out in my life.
This time, I needed to let go of “me”, so that I could receive more from Him!