The Arrow's Path

There is a gentleman at St. Paul's by the Lake, where I am doing my full time field education. Before going to Westcott in the fall, he had told me about being one of the children involved in the Kinder-transport prior to WWII. The Kinder transport apparently was a massive effort to move children from Nazi occupied Germany and Austria to England prior to the second World War. He was apparently adopted or looked after by an Anglican Clergyman in England, and then after the war eventually made his way to the States. I didn't think much about this story until I was in London back in October. I ran into this monument outside the Liverpool trainstation, and remembered the story this gentleman had told me. I took a couple of pictures of the monument. In any event, when I returned to Chicago this month, this gentleman was interested in seeing and hearing about England and Cambridge. Apparently right before he left England for America, he took some sort of a Vacation to Cambridge and...

I have been pondering for some time what exactly I was going to do for my last post from Westcott House. I have made so many friends and seen such wonderful places, that I cannot even begin to explain in words exactly what this time has meant to me personally. Former Westcottian Roger Chapman, when he preached his last sermon at Seabury last year, likened going back to Westcott after his exchange program ended as "stepping back through the wardrobe." That has always stuck in my mind because that is exactly what it feels like. Like in the Narnia books, there have been many adventures and many colorful characters I will never forget, I go back not the person I was when I entered the wardrobe, and in many ways I do not want to go. For all things there is a season, and unfortunately my time in Narnia has ended. I step back through the wardrobe to my own reality, a reality of the hills of Tennessee for Christmas, a return to the Seabury community, General Ordination Exams, field e...