This week has seen me steadily knocking out end of the semester requirements for the main course I took this fall towards my ThM
. The course itself was on the history and theology of the Westminster Confession of Faith
. For you non-Presbyterians
the Westminster is a 17th century document that was developed by the Westminster Assembly
which met from roughly 1643-1649. The Confession is basically a summary of biblical Christian teachings and is accompanied by the Larger and Shorter Catechisms which were to be used in the religious education of the laity and of children respectively.
I took my final exam this afternoon for which I studied up on the historical context of the Assembly and memorized 50 of the questions and answers from the Shorter Catechism. Earlier in the week I finished a paper in which I was asked to write down any and all disagreements (exceptions) that I have with the Confession itself and now I'm blogging and avoiding my last two papers for the class. These papers are basically supposed to be some form of practical exposition and application of two chapters of the Westminster in the form of either a sermon or a class lesson.
I'm finding that I have absolutely no energy or desire to do these papers despite the fact that I find both of the chapters I'm writing on very interesting and helpful (my chapters of choice for those of you who are interested are Ch. 12 on Adoption
, the theological kind not the children kind, and Ch. 27 on the nature of the Sacraments
). This is one of those situations where I need to keep saying to myself, "This was your choice!" I think that it's important for me to do this additional degree and therefore I did choose to pursue it. However, that doesn't mean I like taking tests and writing papers anymore than I ever have. I wonder if making the decision to go back to school yet again could be considered a form of self-torture?