Today I received the marks for my last essay of the academic year, and so I have now officially finished the first year of my degree.
And what a year it has been. I’ve been taught Old Testament by a vicar whose pioneering work with those on the margins gives real insight to issues of suffering and lament; New Testament by a man who manages to be super intelligent and teach us so much yet at the same time be genuinely excited by new insights from us students; Mission and Evangelism by another vicar whose years of experience gave perspective on how to (and how not to) put theory into practice. I’ve grasped a (very) little New Testament Greek, and I’ve studied Church History at the rate of 200 years an hour!
In the course of the 33 Mondays at college I’ve also drunk well over 100 cups of coffee, and consumed similar number of slices of cake. I’ve encountered God in times of joyful worship, and deep questioning. I’ve had many conversations with people who will be friends and colleagues for life, and learnt much from their wisdom and experience.
Most of all I’ve had fun, and I’m looking forward to another 3 years!