CHRIST
IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith for the Years of Winter… ©
When
I was a campus minister, I spent most of my time counseling. I dreaded going
out of town. Whenever I returned from a conference or some other meeting, Anne
Paxton, my secretary, would have me scheduled up on my first day back in the
office with back-to-back counseling sessions, sometimes 7 or 8 in a row. She
said that when she told students I was gone, they looked so forlorn that she
would schedule them in for the earliest possible time in my day.
One
of my campus ministry friends used to say that when the mothers of the coeds
began to look better to you than the coeds, it was time to get out of campus
ministry. I don’t think he was advocating that campus ministers [all male in my
day] should be dirty old men, just that they should be young. I got out, in
part, because I was bored. All the students in those days were 18 to 22 years
old. Their problems were identical. It got to the place in those counseling
sessions that after the first five minutes, I could go ahead and script the
rest of the session. Only the names--boyfriend/girlfriend, roommate, major, parents,
professors--would be different.
I
recall one student who came in with the usual problems. I did the usual
counseling—listening, trying to help him see what was causing the problems,
trying to help him see solutions. He got up and left in disgust. “What kind of
minister are you?” he asked angrily. “I came to you with problems and all we
did was talk. You didn’t give me a single Bible verse!”
So,
if you’ve got problems… Romans 8:31-39.
John
Robert McFarland
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
I
started this blog several years ago, when we followed the grandchildren to the
“place of winter,” Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula [The UP]. I put
that in the sub-title, Reflections on Faith from a Place of Winter for
the Years of Winter, where life is defined by winter even in the summer! [This
phrase is explained in the post for March 20, 2014.] The grandchildren, though,
are grown up, so in May, 2015 we moved “home,” to Bloomington, IN, where we met
and married. It’s not a “place of winter,” but we are still in winter years of
the life cycle, so I am still trying to understand what it means to be a
follower of Christ in winter…
I
tweet as yooper1721.
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