It’s been a full week at Regent College getting to know the ethos of the place, fellow students, faculty and staff as well as finding my way around UBC.
I’m not quite sure where to begin. How to take it all in and process it well enough to impart an accurate snapshot…
There is here a sense of calm, intelligent, movement toward the Living God as a community of diverse, complex, and very human souls. All aspects of personhood are cultivated and celebrated as we embrace the grace that has brought us here; for this particular time. There is nothing easy about Regent, except perhaps the name. Not the getting here, not the language, not the reading or writing or deconstruction of accepted ideas and presuppositions we have not been aware of until now. But there is the joy of being invited into something large and other-worldly and yet earthy and present. You can see how words are really quite inadequate.
Tomorrow the hardy among us are climbing the Grouse Grind and asking, “Can I do this?” It’s a common question this week, and not just about the climb.
I love these times in my life; where I know I do not have the tools to do what’s before me, whether it’s the stamina – physical, emotional or mental – or the knowledge or the resources of any kind. I love it because it reminds me of my frailty. I am weak and I love celebrating that. The perfect setting for growth and goodness and indications of God’s love and shalom in and through me; little me. What joy.
The orientation team forewarned us about the possibility of feeling overwhelmed by Thursday and they were right. Yes, I am feeling the effect of information overload but more so, deep gratitude for His gracious love. I find myself in wonderland! Do you suppose He had this in mind all along?































Emotions still rise strong and memories are vivid when I retell the birthing of my children. It’s the same when I recall my granddaughter’s birth. I had the incredible honour of being in the room, cutting the cord and holding her in her first hours. It’s like the images are etched there, in a sense permanent.
Living from a place of dignity is gospelized living. Created by our loving Father, identified in Christ, empowered by the Spirit of grace and truth, living from a place of dignity is the salt and light that point to the Source of all worthiness. The invitation is extended to us, His undeserving chosen, His beloved wayward children by dignifying love.