Many years ago when I was a young man I received two prestigious awards to attend either a military college or a high ranking university at no cost. The former came by Congressional appointment and the latter by way of an academic scholarship which also included room and board.
I chose the university and for several years studied engineering, math and science while filling in my electives with 3 years of Attic Greek, the humanities, ancient world history, computer science, and psychology-sociology classes. When not studying I faithfully attended Campus Crusade for Christ and a local fundamental IFCA church led by a very zealous Jewish pastor from South Africa. I also played several intramural sports - one of which was good enough to get to the quarter finals; and on the weekends went to the football games and played basketball.
Because I was a high achiever and was also versatile in my abilities I had unintentionally created the public perception of being a standout student with bright prospects in any field I chose. However, there was a hidden timebomb which neither I nor my family saw coming. I was not personally prepared to face a drastically new culture nor the questions it was asking of my earnest Christian faith.
Culturally, I had grown up on a farm in the country where family more than friends were my experience. I had attended a little one-room schoolhouse from Kindergarten to fifth grade which was later absorbed into a sprawling public school system in our region. I adapted to this new environment but did not adjust to it's modernal attitudes. Similarly, the university system held many new cultural experiences which I adapted to but never accepted it's foundational claims to my life. Thus, there were growing internal conflicts lying latent and unresolved.
This also meant that the Christian faith of my youth was unprepared to answer the challenges presented to it as I learned how the world work beyond what I thought I knew of it. For three years I faced these mounting challenges, adjusting where I could, until finally I lost all interest in my education and decided to leave. When I did my little world blew up and my life-altering choices would leave me to face a deep shame for stepping out of my prestigious scholarship.
My family took this very hard and refused to understand my personal turmoil. Not knowing what to do, nor having any one to turn to for advice, I chose a small Christian college to complete my undergraduate studies majoring in psychology and minoring in bible. This led to a one year teaching stint at an out-of-state high school and back home into a four year Master of Divinity graduate program where I majored in New Testament studies and minored in pastoral accreditation. This also included four concentrated years of ministerial internships at a local church where I applied myself to a half-dozen areas from children's ministries to adult ministries, outreach programs, evangelism, worship ministries, and youth.
Frankly, I was exhausted by the time I graduated and yet, the personal shame of my earlier choice to leave university would continue to haunt every action I took over the years to come. Regrettably, I had internalized my family's emotional reaction and allowed it to reside for too many years about my heart and spirit. Like Paul Bunyan's youthful "Pilgrim" who left the City of Destruction for the Lord's Celestial City, my spiritual quest would be a series of "sloughs" requiring overcoming on the long road to Christian life and spiritual growth. It would never be easy.
Here then, with ChatGPT's help and a recent sermon I heard is my surmise on the subject of shame. Because many of my years have approached life through classical theology I wanted to compare it's possible answers with how I might now reply using process-based (processual) theology. For me, process-based thinking has been the long-answer which I was searching for in my youth. But it's solution has only recently been unhidden and brought into the public airs from it's over-long philosophical slumber under Whitehead.
R.E. Slater
May 26, 2025
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What is "shame" and how might one deal with it in processual terms?
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