I never learned fear at home. I had to attend seminary to learn that.
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The more time I spend volunteering in chaplaincy work, the more I recognize the Holy Spirit’s nudging toward continual study of God’s Word.
A year ago I applied to take classes at a seminary close to home. I searched for courses that would complement my chaplaincy ministry. I decided on two courses offered on the same day (afternoon and evening), with a three-hour gap between the courses (for necessary reading). It seemed like a wise selection.
As the spring semester approached, my father offered me the first school supply for seminary, his humble advice: …