Symbols

It's time. My seminary experience has begun.

To mark this new season, I spent the summer thinking and praying, deliberating and dialoging with Sean about some physical symbols i could employ to set apart this spiritual journey. I re-read the passage in Numbers about the nazirite vow. I finally chose three things that would matter to me:

1. No intoxicants (well, unless i end up in the hospital and need to be sedated before they slice me open...)

2. No meat (because there aren't that many dead bodies hanging around anymore...)

3. Cut off my hair (because my hair is long to begin with and it wouldn't mean as much to me if i just let it keep on growing...)

For me, there can be something sacred in symbols. Not magic, but sacred. I think (mostly) my "heart" wanted my body to share in the experience of expectancy.