October 10, 2013
We are the learning ones, by Your gracious calling.
Here, we open our minds to be filled with
knowledge and wisdom,
truth and theories,
facts and opinions.
Our ears have been open to the words of the studied, and quickly our tongues begin to turn out phrases, too:
We believe this and not that.
This is true, that is not.
More than that, we are among those who are called to the same task.
And in this community of the learning, we have come to stake the ground:
Calvinists and Armenians,
Baptists and Presbyterians,
Preachers and Professors.
But as we do,
as we read,
and then as we begin to write,
Would You grant us the grace of pause.
Would You keep us from hard lines in gray territory.
Would You keep us from hard hearts in teachable moments.
Would You keep us from dismissing truth by naming it crude, harsh or immodest.
Would You give us the grace to truly be the learning ones,
And to rightly fill out our name.
Even as You fill out Yours, good Teacher.
Let us learn to yield to Your Spirit.
Hi, friend. I'm Amy. Mostly, I’m just another twenty-something trying to figure out the stuff of life. I am a nerdy seminary student who loves the smell of old books and early mornings in the library. I am an artist wanabee, a liberal to the conservative and conservative to the liberal, guilty social justice groupie, and a recovering Bible know-it-all with the unreal ability to put my foot in my mouth an astonishing number of times each day. I am a sister to eight of the most hysterical creatures ever created. Good theology, used book stores, and autumn make me giddy. I preach passionately, think deeply, and ask too many questions. I write prayers, poetry and prose. I write about preaching bad and good, gender roles in the Church, the sacraments, stupid things we do on Sunday, politics, and almost everything else that you are not supposed to discuss in polite company. I also blog at oneyellowbird.blogspot.com. Welcome to the journey.
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