I made the confession while leaning over the coffee table weighted by her enormous family Bible: "Grandmother, I think God is calling me into ministry… and I've decided to go to seminary."
Local preachers had enjoyed warm hospitality in her home for decades. But I knew my announcement would meet with disfavor—I had used the word "seminary." And indeed, she berated me as one who had chosen a foolhardy and perilous course.
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