Questions You Can’t Google

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

The first time I heard Mary Oliver’s poem The Summer Day was from the pulpit.  My minister read with such skill and such love, I fell into the poem whole.  When he spoke the final line—the question at the top of this blog—the words took my breath away, and tears ran down my cheeks.  The question took up residence in my soul, and all these years later, it comes to me in moments of prayer and in times of discernment. Questions, for me, are a kind of sacrament.  They have a holy power.

With all apologies to the Book of Proverbs, fear is not the beginning of all wisdom—questions are…..

  • This blog was posted today on Seattle University’s School of Theology and Ministry blog.  You can read this rest of this post here

About Tamara

The church jargon is: approved for ordination, pending call. After eight years of seminary, and three years of CPE, internships, externships, and youth ministry gigs, I sit, perched on the brink of ordained ministry, ready to dive into full-time, full hearted ministry. But so far, no calling. I am a mom, a minister, a wife and a friend living in a small town outside Seattle. My husband Jeff and I raised our daughters Miranda and Nicole in community--designing, building, and making our home with our good friends John and Laurie and their daughters Naomi and Esther. Our own daughters Miranda and Nicole are recently launched to college, but happily live only a hop skip and a jump away. Our combined household also includes a Labradoodle, a Newfoundland, a 75-pound mutt and a 2-year-old puppy. I enjoy cooking (and eating), reading, writing, jogging, biking and yoga. I give my guitar and my garden less time and attention than I ought to, but love them both, nonetheless.
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1 Response to Questions You Can’t Google

  1. huckfinn47 says:

    Thank you for the “like.” Your blog is intelligent and heart-felt, to say nothing of well-written! Thank you.

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