These Are My People

Two days ago, I checked my three suitcases at the airport. Those suitcases symbolized my entire life, moving itself to a new place; Boston. It took a while to figure out that this was my new home. It’s likely that I had to wait until I was in a state of a little more sleep to see it. But now as I sit in my recently decorated room, I know that this is where I belong.

I’m sharing a house (more like a small mansion) with 20 other first year theology students. All around me, I see beautiful people who dream big, and who don’t make you feel like apologizing for dreaming big yourself. One thing I’ve loved in talking to these people is that saying “I want to be a pastor” is more common than anywhere else. I’m not poked and prodded with why’s and how’s. It’s nice-we get each other.

As we sat at our first floor meeting tonight, we concluded by sharing our dreams for the house this year. We shared about having fun, discerning our calls, and establishing an authentic presence within our group. I’m filled with so much awe, so much excitement for this coming year. I know grad school is no walk in the park, so if I am going to have to run through the park, it’s great to know someone will be there with me.


These are my people.

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