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I was not looking forward to the meeting of the ministerial committee that afternoon. We
are a small town, about 800 inhabitants, not counting college students. The college is
Congregational, founded by Father Shepherd in the middle of the eighteenth century, and the
candidate for ordination as a teacher was a professor of English. I had met her only on rare
As chairman of the committee, I met her at the door of the church and escorted her to a
small, private room in the corner of the basement. Two of the walls were concrete blocks, the
others drywall, painted white. Fluorescent lights substituted for daylight. The floor was linoleum
tiles, the ceiling squares of sound-proofing. But the room was large enough for the folding table
and five folding chairs for the committee members on one side of the table, and one for the
She was dressed in a simple, white blouse and long, black skirt. Her dark hair flowed over
her shoulders, neatly brushed, while her brown eyes glowed behind large, dark-rimmed glasses.
“Well, Mrs. Brach, perhaps you would like to tell us something about yourself—how you
She hesitated for a moment, as if reluctant to speak so abruptly about her personal life.
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“My parents were not particularly religious. As a child, I never went to Sunday school,
and only occasionally to church.” She looked at each member of the committee, searching for
some sign of warmth, of understanding of the story she was about to tell.
“As a teenager I met an artist who was a minister in the Assembly of God. John became
my friend, my mentor. There were half a dozen of us who met with him regularly in his home. I
was going through a difficult time. I felt all alone, as if no one understood, as if I was struggling
to make my way through a dark tunnel.’’ The memory of that darkness seemed to burden each
word.
“John was full of joy, always praising God, even speaking in tongues. It was beautiful to
hear him speak, even if I could not understand a word. In the midst of the darkness, John baptized
me in the river, and it was as if I had become a different person. I was no longer the one who was
in charge. My sole prayer became, and still is, “Not my will, but thine be done.” I was happy,
truly happy, safe in the hands of the Lord Jesus.” As she spoke, her enthusiasm flowed throughout
the room.
She stopped and looked around. There was no nodding of heads, no smile of understanding
from the committee members—only an uneasy embarrassment on their part as they shifted in their
chairs and looked away. Her enthusiasm drained into a pool of practicality.
“One day in church, I suddenly knew that I was called to be a minister. After college I
“I’ve read very carefully the credo which you presented to us,” I said. “My wife says she
understands it, but I’ve been having some real problems. There is very little mention of the
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doctrines of the church—just a lot of ‘I feel from personal experience that ….’ For example, there
“I try to avoid theological language with my students.” Her attempt to speak without emotion
became more defensive. “I prefer to speak from the heart. As for the doctrine of original sin, that
comes from an interpretation of the story of Adam and Eve which, as an English teacher, I read
What is she talking about? I thought. Everyone knows that women brought sin into the
world.
“You remember that God says to the woman, ‘If you eat of this tree, you shall surely die.’
The serpent says, ‘You shall not die, but you shall gain knowledge of good and evil.’ Who is
telling the truth? They do not die, but lose their innocence and are cast out of the Garden of Eden.”
“Of course not, but the story has to be put in its historical context. It is obviously an ancient
myth passed down for many centuries by word of mouth before being written down. It comes
from a time when the idea of one god is not yet revealed, when each tribe had its own god. In the
text itself the reason Adam and Eve are thrown out of the garden is not that they have committed
a sin, but that they might eat of the Tree of Life and become eternal, like us—in the words of the
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“At Princeton I took a course from Elaine Pagel on the gnostic texts discovered in Nag
Hammadi, Upper Egypt, in 1945. You know, they are the most ancient of the Christian texts we
“In the gnostic tradition Eve is a heroine for bringing cleverness and wisdom into the world.
She is Sophia, the embodiment of Wisdom. For millennia women have been made to feel guilty
for bringing sin into the world, when in fact the story of Adam and Eve, when taken literally, is
“When teaching the Old Testament as a work of literature, yes, I do. The role of the teacher
is to challenge conventional thinking, just as Jesus as rabbi challenged the Pharisees and Sadducees
of his own day. I never force my ideas on others, never ask them to repeat my words on an exam.
“In any case,” she continued, “by the time I was finished at Princeton, I realized that the
conventional ministry was probably not for me, and that it was God’s will that I go into teaching.
So I got a graduate degree in English, and as you know am now teaching at our Congregational
college.”
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“Some years ago this committee recognized me as a lay minister. Then for a time I was on
the committee myself, and the former chairman suggested one day that I should seek ordination as
“For ordination? But you had only two years at the seminary, not the usual three,” I said.
“As you know, the third year consists of classes in preparation for the practical aspects of
pastoral care. I did not think them necessary if I was going into the teaching ministry.”
“Precisely. That is the difference between a lay minister and an ordained pastor, isn’t it?”
“That’s what I thought, too.” Her speech took on a defensive tone. “I had not realized that
Then her voice became reverent, as if she were praying for God’s blessing before beginning
a sermon. “For me, the classroom is my church, a holy place, where students and I seek truth.
Teaching is not a job, but a sacred calling. I speak from my heart as if the Spirit is speaking
through me. There are times when I look at a student and see that he is entranced. The words I
am being given are meant for him. I am speaking to his soul. The experience is transcendent, both
exhilarating and terrifying. I am lifting his heart up to God, asking His blessing.” She paused, too
full of emotion to continue for the moment. Her face was glowing, her eyes piercing.
“Teaching is not just the words we speak. It is what we are as a person. We must love our
students, get to know them as persons, counsel them as a friend.” Her sincerity was
unquestionable.
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“We are a small school, with fewer than 750 students. I get to know my students very well.
In fact, my small, upper-level courses are often held in my home, since we live only a few minutes’
She spoke softly, humbly. “Having prayed about this for some time, I feel that it is God’s
will to seek ordination as a witness to the sacredness of teaching, as a blessing bestowed by the
church. It is that sense of the sacred which makes a church college different from a state university.
We do not try to teach young people how to make a lot of money. We try to teach them, by word
and example, how to follow their own calling, how to live a Christian life.”
For a moment the intellectual façade of the professor melted into a fount of emotion, and
“The one thing I cannot do as a professor is to administer the sacraments, the rituals which
speak directly to the heart, mysteries beyond our comprehension. I have already spoken of my
baptism in the river. At the seminary I was responsible for a youth group, not very large, perhaps
half a dozen young people. One of our meetings took place in a cabin in the woods. I felt it was
right that we take communion together, and performed the ritual—the whole ritual, including my
“There are also times when I am called upon to preach in some of the rural churches nearby,
but I cannot offer them communion. I should be most grateful to have your blessing, your
She bowed her head for a moment, her eyes closed, then raised it again. “Any questions?”
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After a few inquiries from other members of the committee, I asked her to leave the room
while we deliberated. It was nearly half an hour later before she was summoned back.
“This has been a most interesting and enlightening conversation.” I paused, attempting to
choose my words carefully. “We do not question the sincerity of your beliefs or your commitment
to your students, but we are not ready to make a final decision. It is your commitment to service
in the church that concerns us, since your attendance at church on Sundays has been irregular, to
say the least. Ordination is a serious matter, and we prefer to defer our decision until we have
Under her breath, her lips barely moving, she whispered one word: “Shit.” She smiled, “I
understand.”