Every summer God seems to move among the internship program. Not only does He move in the lives of the interns, but He moves in my life as well. This summer has been no different. God has flipped a switch in me, and I am learning to walk in what He created me for. I realize that I am a pastor, and a poet. Not a poet in the typical sense of the term such as one who writes poetry, because I cannot write a lick of poetry. But a poet in the terms of how Walter Bruggemann talks about in his book Finally Comes the Poet: Here is an excerpt from his book:
