When I finish the class I’m taking now I’ll only have 6 hours left for completion of my masters degree. I plan to finish up by writing a thesis next year, exploring what John Wesley had to say about food and environmental justice and how his teachings might still be relevant and potentially influential today, particularly among those in Wesleyan traditions.
It’s been a long journey. If all goes as planned I’ll graduate at the same time my daughter graduates with her bachelors degree (just as Cherie and my son graduated with masters and bachelors degrees on the same day last year).
What is the point in getting a masters degree in theological studies? Do I anticipate some future great demand for ex-lawyer farmer theologians?
No, not really. I’m not doing it because I felt some calling into some specific vocation, but just because I wanted to and didn’t feel it would impede me from doing what I am called to do. Maybe it will even help me somewhat. Time will tell.
I think back on all those years I commuted back and forth between the farm and my job in Florida. I didn’t have a lot of spare time in those days, but what little I had I used to try to learn French or play better chess. I have no ocassion these days to speak French or play chess. In hindsight I wish I’d started seminary sooner or taken up guitar sooner. If I had I’d be done with this degree and would probably be a much better guitar player by now.
But here I am, where I am. As Wendell Berry says, I’m in the place that is my place.
And in that place I’m getting closer to finally finishing up this degree.