Today was the first day of my last semester at Claremont School of Theology.
As I drove home I passed a taco truck parked in the parking lot of a gas station. People milled all around it ordering food, and eating tacos with their heads tilted to the side, their shoulders raised, and the collars of their jackets turned up keeping their necks warm from the cool night air. I looked at them eating for as long as I could, and then I jerked my head back to the road in front of me, back to where I was headed. Into the darkness of the night I drove, into an unknown future I go.
Why would someone like me want to be a pastor? Why would someone want to be religious at all, in a traditional sense of going to church, etc?
Like a taco truck exists to serve up hot and delicious Mexican food to hungry people giving them joy and real sustenance on a cold night, so I want to be part of a community which serves up a real heart warming and sustaining message of hope. Keeping this in mind I can journey through the dark night.
Do you think that the church has a real sustaining message to share with the world? If so, what is it? If not, why?
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