I went to Wheaton

I went to Wheaton College for my masters degree in Clinical Psychology.  I could have gone somewhere else.   I didn*t.  I got a good education there.  I had fine teachers, a fine cohort.  I went there in part because I did not understand it, yet I knew there was something there I needed to learn, precisely because I did not understand it.  Now here I am... an Episcopal priest who attended a Quaker college and an evangelical graduate school.  Out the other side I appreciate silence and Paul.  Out the other side, further up and further in, I am still Gospel girl.

I went to Wheaton

In part

Because I did not understand it.

It took almost two years

To get a glimmer,

A peripheral vision

Of an understanding.

I eked out that A

In theological anthropology

Mostly because of the final paper,

Not because

I agreed in the centrality

Of Paul.

I went to Wheaton to find

The good there.

I found it in the glimmer,

The peripheral vision

Of an understanding.

I found a place for Paul,

A hallowed place for Paul.

I went to Wheaton

To begin

To understand.

On this other side I am still

Gospel girl.

On this other side

I dance with Jesus

Further up and

Further in.