A Master's Commission Experience: Scripture Memory

For whatever reason, I'm feeling honest this week. Not just generally honest, because I try to be as transparent as possible in all my posts, but specifically honest about certain things I experienced through the program, Master's Commission, that I was in for two years.

I was in the program from October 2003-May 2005.  I am now seven years removed from being a part of MC and it has taken me about that long- and still going, to detox from my experience there. There are certain things that have been more quickly sifted though, and others that continue to take years to unravel.

I learned a lot from MC, but not in the ways you would think. What I anticipated being an experience that would draw me closer to God, and give me a good foundation for adult faith, turned into the exact opposite. I learned what I don't believe about God, what I don't buy in the church world, and what I will not be a part of. You couldn't pay me enough money to go back there, but I also don't regret going. In hindsight, I see that going to MC was the beginning of my redefinition of faith. Walking through the extremes of that place, gave me part of a perspective that I am grateful for today, even if the means of getting that perspective weren't how I anticipated. Sometimes that's how it goes, though.

Starting to tell my stories about the program are part of my ongoing process of self-discovery, not an attempt to hurt anyone who has attended or works for/at MC. I've realized that summing up my experience in one post is impossible, for there are so many different pockets, facets, and corners that make up the whole of my time there. The best I can do is speak to aspects of that program that are directly related to what I'm feeling and thinking about in the present. Maybe over time, as I share more, a bigger picture about MC will be developed for you to see. For now though, I'll share my experiences singularly, specific to a current thought or idea.

So, here I go.

One perspective I hold to now, that is different than what I experienced in MC, is how scripture works. We would spend hours upon hours studying for our scripture tests. The goal at the end of the year being that each first year student would have 400 scriptures memorized to always have God's word "hidden in your heart," and easily accessible in any circumstance. Lucky for me, I have a great memory, and truthfully didn't struggle with this part of the program at all. I always got 100% and finished rather quickly. After each test, I'd pat myself on the back, and then go get a milkshake. At the end of the year when we had to write down all 400 scriptures for our final test, it was a cinch for me, no problem at all. I finished under the time allotted, and moved on with my day. I was obviously changed by those scriptures (said with heavy sarcasm).

Ask me today, though, how many I remember from that time, and I could hardly tell you five of them. I have a theory about why. It was the same as memorizing a bunch of information in High School to pass a test. You remember it at crunch time, then leave it behind because it doesn't matter to you. The only reason I was memorizing scripture was to pass a test. To get to the next thing. To say, "I did it," and check it off my list of accomplishments for that year. I imagine I'm not the only one who felt that way. What I've found, is that information is useless if there isn't significance attached to it. That includes scripture. Was it horrible that a requirement of being first year student in MC was to memorize scripture? No. But the problem is, I'd venture to say, little to none of us hold all of those words dear to us today, because it was set up as a test- as a hoop to jump through to "graduate," not connected to things that were important to us. We were being tested like we were in school; we just wanted to finish. It became part of the motions. We remained unchanged.

Now here is the flip side... ask me if I have scriptures that mean something to me, and I'd give an emphatic, yes. But are they attached to my time at MC? No. They are attached to my real life experiences and moments that have shaped me. The words that I hold dear to my heart, in the present, are ones that remind me of the goodness of God when I've needed to be reminded of that. They aren't attached to pleasing staff members or getting a pat on the back. My favorite verses are ones that have helped me when I've been at my lowest, my most anxious, and my weakest. My favorite verses are ones that express words that make my soul move.  They are the scriptures that have come to mind when I am taking a walk and start to ponder the intricate beauty of nature, and know that the creator of those leaves, flowers, and seasons, cares for me even more. They are the scriptures that tell me when I am in the middle of a very dark moment, that peace is available to me. They are the scriptures that tell me my hope is everlasting, even when I feel like I am losing ground. I didn't learn those things from sitting in a room studying, starting at note cards. I learned those things by walking through life.

I guess the reason I am telling you about this part of my time there is because it's a safe place to start, but also because it's been a week where I've needed reminders of God's goodness, care, and peace, and my first thoughts were never, "What did I learn in MC?" The scriptures I've recited this week, have been ones that have carried me through specific moments in the past, and because of that,  I know they will continue to carry me through the crazy moments in the present and future.

I don't want to go so far as to say that memorizing all of those scriptures during that year was a waste of time, because I do think the intention was/is good, but I want to be truthful and say that I think it may have missed its purpose. I think it could have potentially left a bad taste in students' mouth when they were struggling to memorize all the words and felt like they were failing. I think it just felt like busywork. Though it's great to have important words with you, I realize now that memorizing for the sake of memorizing means nothing, and the amount of scriptures you know, doesn't equal anything except a good memory, if you don't walk away changed. These days you can always open up an app and read those words on your iphone. The words are the same no matter where they come from, whether your head or your phone. The point of scripture isn't the means in which you read or know those words, it's the power and perspective they give you... and that comes for experience.

In that spirit, here is on of my favorite verses that I could give you countless stories about. This week, I have been once again reminded of the beauty and power of this verse.

What are words that you hold dear to your heart? Whether scriptures or phrases, what keeps you together, reminds you of goodness, and gives you perspective when you need it? I bet you didn't learn that at a desk.