Monthly Archives: July 2018

Road to Seminary | Church

This post is the fifth of six posts about making our way to Birmingham, Alabama to attend Beeson Divinity School

Here’s the story. In December of 2016, Janie and I made two trips to Birmingham to find a place to live. I could not go with her on the second trip, but she secured a freshly renovated 3 bedroom bungalow not far from Beeson’s campus. Things were moving right along until the landlord backed out. She wanted to sell the property before I would have finished school. We made a third trip and struck out again. We were getting desperate. In a panic, we connected with a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend who was a real estate agent. She agreed to find some properties that might meet our needs and tour them over FaceTime with us. From what we could tell, the Cooper Avenue house would be fine. It seemed roomy enough and clean. It was at the top of our price range, but we knew that we weren’t going to do any better and get any closer to the city. We discussed, prayed, and discussed some more. I didn’t want to start 2017 without having a place secured and I couldn’t justify another trip to Birmingham. I signed the lease. It was done.

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Road to Seminary | Home

This post is the fourth of six posts about making our way to Birmingham, Alabama to attend Beeson Divinity School

“Daddy got applied to seminary,” Dillon chanted. I was still staring at my acceptance email from Beeson on the back deck when Janie and the boys got home. Our eight-year-old and his younger brothers had no idea what this would mean for them. Poor guys. Janie and I knew exactly what it meant. It was October 21st and the spring semester began on January 24. We had less than four months to sell the house, pack it up, and find somewhere to live in Birmingham. Less than four months to uproot our life and head into the unknown. God had brought us to this point, but surely this was too great a feat for even Him. That’s what I thought, anyway. 

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Road to Seminary | Beeson

This post is the third of six posts about making our way to Birmingham, Alabama to attend Beeson Divinity School

Before sharing the details about the email that changed my family’s trajectory, I need to share something about Beeson Divinity School. As I’ve already mentioned, I had received what preachers refer to as a “call.” That is, by faith I am convinced that the Lord has called me to the ministry of preaching. I have also already mentioned that with this call came a sense of responsibility to learn the Scriptures as best as I possibly could. The obvious first step here was to attend seminary. Because my Art Institute degree was an associates degree, I knew I’d need to complete my bachelors. The plan was to get as much experience in preaching and teaching I could until I was able to begin studies for a Masters of Divinity degree (M.Div.). This was going to be a long road but as I saw it then, I see it now: if God wanted it to happen sooner or quicker, he would have led me otherwise. That fall I enrolled in Union University’s adult learners program to earn a Bachelors of Science in Organizational Leadership (BSOL) degree. Classes began in January of 2011 and I worked hard to complete the 18-month program while being a husband, father, elder, worship leader, and self-employed graphic designer. It was a hard year and a half.

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Road to Seminary | Jackson

This post is the second of six posts about making our way to Birmingham, Alabama to attend Beeson Divinity School

The Bible is full of words people have received from the Lord. We read of Abraham for example. The Scriptures record a very brief account of this man’s life yet we often assume that we are familiar with its entirety. Ironically, we are introduced to Abraham in his old age. He was seventy-five years old when he received a word from the Lord in Genesis 12. It isn’t until some years later, well after he obeyed the first word, that he would be told that Sarah will give birth to his son (Gen. 18:9). We know very little of the anguish and doubt Abraham experienced in the interims between words.

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