What's strange to me, is that when I graduated (the first time) in 2007, I was really hoping to take the exam in the next 6 months, or maybe a year later. Little did I know that it would actually be five years later. So I dragged my class notes and all my theology books from Denver to Corvallis to Asheville and now, in a heap, to Alexandria.
Whoo hoo! The days are finally arriving and I'm so glad.
The review of the seven canonical areas has been, well, filling.
- The Liturgy resources (Book of Common Prayer and every hymnal authorized by The Episcopal Church) are tabbed, labeled, stacked.
- The history timeline has gathered many long stares - reminding me over and over what happened when {1033? 380? Council of Chalcedon? Anselm? Aquinas? Augustine (which one!?)? etc. etc. (Its the stuff my dreams are made of.)
- The ethics definitions are neatly re-scribbled for pre-test recall.
- The theology books and notes are packaged in re-usable bags.
- The contemporary issues have been reviewed, but could stand another look online.
- The dozen folders of notes from Holy Scriptures courses are stacked in front of me, awaiting a final glance. The New Oxford Annotated Bible is tabbed and labeled for easy use.
- The Theory and Practice of Ministry models and notes are neatly waiting a final review.
The bibliography is prepared.
Well, a few more bits to re-check and re-call. Then... drum roll...
I'll SHOW UP TO THE MOMENT and with grace, fear and trembling, humility, humor, and lots of hope... and saying our class mantra, I'll take the exam(s).
"Answer the question, the whole question, and nothing but the question, so help us God."