We are about 45 days away from the big day. Today, I reflect on the journey that has brought us to this point. Three years ago, on this day, I lived in Atlanta, Georgia. I was transitioning out of a job in Detroit, Michigan and looking to settle down in the Atlanta area. I submitted resumes, cover letters, and everything else under the sun. To be honest, one particular interview proved discouraging. I applied for a clerkship with a Supreme Court judge of Georgia’s state court. The interview went very well. That is, until I told him my plans for social justice initiatives and ministry. He proceeded to ask, “You aren’t some kind of religious nut, are you?” I responded, “If by religious nut you mean someone who has a deep faith conviction who does not compromise his morals or ethics, then yes sir I am.” The interview proceeded, but I couldn’t get past the fact that this dude had just called me a religious nut based on my goals to do some good in the urban context. I left confused.[featured-image]
It was at this time that I realized it was time. God said, “Apply.” I had a stack of seminary applications and had considered seminary, but what about the “lawyer thing?” How would people react to me telling them I’m leaving a lucrative field to go back to school? So, I applied to two schools. ITC in Atlanta and Fuller Seminary in Pasadena. Obviously, I wound up at Fuller, but was fearful. I knew no one, I didn’t have a job lined up, and I certainly was not feeling California. Something amazing happened though. As soon as I got to California (in less than two weeks), I got a job at a firm, met some really amazing people, and kinda liked the sunshine.