Walking in the early mist, how could I ever know?
The time I would spend at Fuller, the change in faith would show.
Questions asked and problems raised, but not troublemaking of sorts,
Students from all backgrounds and places: the unlikeliest of cohorts.
Church History unvarnished, seeing geopolitical dynamics abound,
And the Holy Spirit guiding complex Systematics, with furious debates around.
The surprises of Biblical Interpretation, was a Man truly inside the Fish?
And 20th century cultural application all thrown into the mix.
Every three months, a new class begins introducing one another by name,
Prayer, singing, painting and quietness, with never two weeks the same.
Students come and students go, professors sometimes too,
Syllabi of constant reading and papers, I continued to plod through.
When I look up,
What did I learn?
Why did I go?
What did I earn?
Like Jonah looking back, in the future I begin to see,
The choice of Life or Not: two doors were set before me.
Opening the road less travelled: the human soul’s capacity to love,
Are truly the greatest gift towards all, from our Father above.