Ok, so of course i’m involved in all of this, so it is about me. And many of you reading this want to know how I am, what I’m up to, that sort of thing. This year is all about trying on the pastor role. Doing “pastory” things. And that is quite attached to who I am. In fact, I am quickly discovering it’s pretty core to who I am.
But
if it becomes too much about me, then the line between ministry and “hey, isn’t it cool how I do ministry” gets awfully blurry. I’m really trying to stay out of the way of the work of the Holy Spirit through some pretty amazing church members and colleagues.
Of course, that being said, there’s a lot of navel gazing going on here, so be patient.
Check back in for random thoughts on life, the church, music, books, poetry, arachnida, being outside, the 7 deadly sins, dracula, crucifixes, and whatever else is swirling in my brain.
Oh, and leave comments. I’d love to know what you think. Really.
Camp & Moving & Moving & Seminary
I am a seminary student at Luther Seminary located in St. Paul, MN. I am on my internship year, typically year 3 of a 4 year Masters of Divinity program. I am in year 1.5 having started in January 07, which means I will graduate December 2010. Sheesh. While that looks like a long way off, I know it will be here before I know it.
Before I became a seminary student, I was a camp program director. I started out as a counselor (2 summers) and summer program director (2 summers) for Pathways (Camp Minne-Wa-Kan) in northern Minnesota. After a stint in Missoula, Montana I headed to Oregon, Illinois as the program director at Lutheran Outdoor Ministries Center. Four years later, I headed to Boise, Idaho to work for Luther Heights Bible Camp. I was there for 6 years, living in the Sawtooth Mountains just 160 miles northeast of Boise, near Stanley, Idaho.
To say I value outdoor ministry is an understatement. The discernment of call into ministry happens at camps for about 75% of seminary students. More importantly, campers and staff of all ages live out their faith in incredible and ordinary ways that help them to see their callings to vocational living outside of camp living.
Hey there Laura!!
Just checking in! I hope you are having a good day!
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Hi Laura,
After reading your entry on lutefisk I immediately returned to memories of my childhood and the adults telling us kids how WONDERFUL lutefisk was. I was raised in a Swedish family and my great auntie Bertha used to make lutefisk. I thought it tasted like rotten boot leather. I did find several websites that have information on lutefisk and one of them (http://whatscookingamerica.net/History/LutefiskHistory.htm) says that it is pronounced LEWD-uh-fisk, which immediately explains why one should never eat it.
As a person of Swedish, Irish and Welsh extraction I love eating all manner of fish: salmon, red snapper, petrale sole, dover sole, cod, orange roughfy, shark, octopus (calamari), rainbow trout, eastern brook trout, sardines, ahi tuna, kippers, and yes, anchovies, but I simply cannot deal with lutefisk.
There is, however, a bright side to the lutefisk controversy. We should have tons of it shipped into various nations around the world in boxes labeled: This excellent food brought to you by Al Qaeda and the Taliban! We could bring world wide terrorism to a screeching halt in about one month.
Be well,
Grandpa Ike (Mason and Sadie’s paternal grandpa)