Pocket Sized Pastor*

I think the sanctuary where I am doing my field experience is very pretty.

I think that today is my first “bad” day at seminary.

It started out rather well. I woke up tired but functional. I made it to breakfast, ingested my usual yogurt and fruit breakfast, and made it to Old Testament class with minutes to spare. I did not, I’ll admit, read all that I was suppose to but I thought, who needs to read about the Assyrian legal codes when you’ve already read the Code of Hammurapi? In class, I took notes, paid attention, and participated during the small group and wider lecture section. I did what I was suppose to do.

After class, I headed to the library, completed my assigned OT reading (so, yes, I read the legal codes that have parallels in the Torah) and finished my Old Testament reading for Monday. I skipped chapel to run through some Hebrew flash cards, went to lunch, said hello to a member of my candidacy committee who was visiting campus, and was a peripherally participant to a conversation about baseball with Dr. Wengert. A new friend who I met through the church I am completing my field experience through was on campus for the day so I said hello and had a delightful conversation with her. I went back to my room, reviewed more Hebrew flash cards, realized that pronouns and some nouns were not my strength but felt confident that I knew 90% of the rest of the words and that I would do okay on the first Hebrew vocabulary quiz of the year. I can be quite a cocky son of a gun.

And, of course, the 10% I didn’t know were on the test and my not knowing those led me to forgetting quite a few I did know when my heart sank when I looked at the test. I’ll admit, after the exam (and through the next 2/3rds of lecture), I was ticked. It annoyed me to not do well on my first real ‘test’ at seminary. Sure, I’m taking this class pass/fail but, comeon, I want to do well. I have a reputation of being horrible with languages and failing at memorizing things (my inability to memorize the lyrics to my favorite songs is legendary in a five state radius) – I was hoping for a new start here!

But I did have hope. In only a few hours, I would be on the bus back to NYC and my beloved wife and our fellow cave dwellers known as the dog and the cat. We would be united again after the long week! I would be rejuvenated through the healing power of dog bites and cat scratches. Come Monday, Hebrew would meet its match. I would be victorious!

And then I realized, while at the bus station, that I had purchased the wrong bus ticket, from NYC to Philly rather than the other way around. And Bolt Bus’s computer was done. And they weren’t letting people buy tickets for the bus. Nor were they going to honor my mistake (like they use to). Nor would anyone who didn’t already have a ticket actually get on the bus. I was, for the moment, SOL.

But there is a happy ending to this “story”. The Megabus, for the first time since humans crawled out of the seregetdi and invented fast food, was leaving Philadelphia ON TIME. There it was, ready to be filled by the people who could not get on the Bolt Bus. My ark of salvation in the shape of a shiny blue bus with a yellow man painted on the side. I have heard of worse.

So, yes, my day really wasn’t that bad – just stressful and my head is swimming with the fact that I will be out of town next weekend and I have 3 papers due the following week. But I’ll be okay. And you know how I know that? Because I finally received my first real practical piece of education today at seminary that will serve me well while just being a part of the local Philly community. I know how to write “The Phillies” in biblical Hebrew now. But don’t tell the rest of Queens. They might stone me for mixing the wrong National League teams (but, I gotta say, Rockies4lyfe \m/).

It took me almost a month but I finally started opening the correct door in the front of the library. Multiple times a day, my momentum would be dashed by trying to open the locked door rather than the unlocked door. This is quite an achievement and deserves a pat on the back.

I also enjoy the fact that the library book I checked out is not due until JANUARY. Booyah! I might turn it into my mouse pad for the rest of the semester.

To be honest, when I applied to LTSP, I had no idea what Field Experience meant. When I arrived on campus for my visit, my conversation with the admissions director, brought up the concept of “site”, “field education”, and other such terms. I had the vague understanding that it meant that I would work at a church at some point. I heard phrases such as “first year rotation”, “second year site”, “first year site”, and all that, and I really did not know what that meant. It wasn’t until I arrived on campus, two weeks before the semester officially started, that I figured out what Field Education meant. It meant what I thought it did – working at a church a few hours a week, including Sunday. For the typical first year student, instead of working at a church, they instead go on “rotation”, traveling to a set church for 3 Sundays in a row and talking about what they see. As a non-typical first year student (i.e. I did not grow up Lutheran and I would be in NYC on the weekend), that would not fit me. Rather, I needed to jump with two feet into what is called “first year site field experience”. I would do my first year what is typically done by second year students. The only problem, however, is that when I arrived on campus, I didn’t have a church lined up to work at yet.

Eep.

Luckily, my home pastor knows people and, with the help of the Holy Spirit, I started my field experience last Sunday. I arrived at the church in Manhattan early to help blow up helium balloons to tie to the pews as it was Rally Day in the congregation. They did not teach me how to blow up helium balloons in my first two weeks at LTSP but I have discovered that there are many things that Seminary does not teach you – I just now need to add blowing up balloons to that list. I helped out in my first service there, being an usher, and filling in any roles that needed to be filled. After the first service, I jumped in and helped teach a group of Sunday school students the parable of the lost sheep and lost coin and had to explain to 7 year olds what repent means. At the second service, I stood in the back and passed out programs. After each service, I was introduced as Vicar Marc (which is just so weird to hear and say), and after the second service, I went with the youth group to play some baseball.

When I first heard about Field Experience, no one told me about baseball. I wish they had – I might have been more excited about it.

My Sundays and Fridays (and some Saturday mornings) are going to be quite busy now that I’m back in New York. I like the opportunity to apply what I’m learning in the classroom to an actual parish (though I’m not sure how much Hebrew a 7 year old would need to know) and I’m really enjoying how the parish has no problem letting me jump into things. In fact, I’ve realized that most of all my positive church experiences start that way. When I first started attending Trinity LIC, K had no problem volunteering me for anything and everything. And Trinity had no problem bringing me into the fold and letting me make a small difference in some ways. This method isn’t the best way to reach all people but it seems to be the best way to reach to me. I think I’m going to enjoy my first year field experience.