I finished the course Hermeneutics from the Master’s Seminary and it’s time for a review.

The study materials included a terribly written (and terribly edited) syllabus, the lecture videos, and the book, Basic Bible Interpretation, which you can find my review here.

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Let’s get started….


Reasons I Took This Course

I took this course as part of the combination Mega Course I put together recently for Hermeneutics. This course, specifically, was available for free on Youtube, plus, after a bit of searching, I found a syllabus for the course posted online.

I started my uThM Program several months ago, and I’ve been actually pretty encouraged by my progress, but also not a little surprised at the low quality of the material available online. It seems as if, either there is only garbage available in graduate school and seminary, or they are shoveling the garbage online in some peculiar attempt to encourage enrollment. I’m starting to think it’s the former.

What I Liked About the Course

I did like that it was free. That’s always nice. And I was thankful I found the syllabus online, though it was a dreadful document (more on that in the next section).

The two assignments looked quite promising and interesting when I started the first lecture, but once I dug into it, I was a little disappointed. The first assignment covered observations from a single verse. I get the purpose, though I think there could be more engaging assignments if the instructor was a bit more creative.

The second assignment was a simple interpretation problem paper and that worked out well, though I did not follow hardly any of the original instructions. I don’t care to jump through hoops just because some elderly person says to jump. I’m just not made like that (now you know why I had such a hard time in regular grad school).

That’s really all I can say of the good, and that’s not really saying much, is it?

What I Did Not Like

Okay. Here we go with the bad. First off, this teacher should be forced to retire (I actually think he became ill recently and all of his classes were suspended). I’m not sure when these videos were filmed, most likely several years ago. But, it was grueling trying to make it through. I fell asleep several times while watching, because this guy really should not be a teacher at all.

The main approach to teaching was to spend the entire hour to hour and a half at the front podium, head down, reading off of the syllabus – verbatim – I’m not kidding! It was horrible.

It was a nightmare.

Next, the syllabus was atrocious. Every 10 lines or so, one line would run on top of the next, rendering them unreadable. It was 182 pages in pdf format, but, for some strange reason, it was not searchable or the search feature was broken. The formatting in the syllabus was haphazard and not at all consistent.

I think I would have gotten more out of the course if the syllabus would have been in better shape and I could have just read it through, skipping the videos altogether.

It was somewhat balanced, giving multiple views of a position, or multiple interpretations of a particular passage. Mind you, the Master’s Seminary is definitely conservative and fundamental, so he had no qualms about giving his opinion about a particular view when used as an example. But, at least he offered the countering view.

Lessons Learned

To be honest, I came away from this course (and really all of my graduate level courses thus far) wondering why people actually pay money for this stuff. I really haven’t learned much if anything from the lectures.

I’m starting to think if this is the way it is, I might be better served to just focus on quality books and just spend my time reading and taking and synthesizing my notes.

There are other courses I do still have hope for, but so far, I’ve been very disappointed (and very thankful I didn’t continue on with my graduate degree).

It has taken me years to come to terms with the reality of higher education (who am I kidding, ALL education) in the US. It is, like most everything here, a scam.

An unschooled approach is perfect for me, providing me with a great deal of mental stimulation now that I’m semi-retired (I like the sound of that), plus it is something I can conceivably do until the day I die.

I just hope and pray the courses get better, or I switch out my course material altogether. We will see.

They can’t all be bad, can they?

Recommendations

In the end, I would not recommend this course to anyone. Stay away, unless you’re having trouble sleeping at night. This will work perfectly to put you to sleep.

If I would to be starting from scratch, I might seriously consider not using online courses at all. But, then again, I don’t really think its online courses per se, just courses in general in higher education. They seem to be pretty abysmal.

Until my next review…..


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Excerpt from Ashen Monk Mountain:



There was an old elm tree near the end of the lawn, with a circular picnic table and several short benches.

“This looks like a lovely spot,” Mr. Eckey said, taking a seat.

He set his briefcase on the picnic table and flipped the latches, opening the lid.

Christopher took a seat opposite him and removed his hood, folding his arms in front of him.

“I have a tablet and a pen here somewhere,” Mr. Eckey said. “I had it when I left, that is. Not sure if I can find it in this disorganized briefcase of mine…”

He chuckled at himself.

“So – ”

Christopher ran a hand over his short cropped scalp.

“I’m confused about all this. I’m not sure I understand why exactly you wanted to meet with me.”

Mr. Eckey nodded.

“How long have you been a novitiate here?”

“Going on seven months now.”

“Hmm…and…”

He glanced up at Christopher as he fetched his notebook and ink pen.

“How are you liking it at Saint Joseph’s?”

“It has been – ”

Christopher thought about the question for a moment.

“ – wonderful.”

“I would assume it much different than – ”

Mr. Eckey flipped the first page over, scanned handwritten notes he had on the second page.

“I received some background from the Precept’s office, as well as from Abbot Greenly. You grew up in – North Platte, Nebraska? Is that correct?”

Christopher nodded.

“I’m native of the Boston area myself,” Mr. Eckey said. “Tell me a little about how you came to the decision.”

“The decision?”

Mr. Eckey smiled.

“To become a monk. It must have been quite a journey from Nebraska.”

Christopher shrugged.

“Not really. I guess. I just – ”

Unwanted images flashed through his mind.

Mr. Eckey took a deep breath before speaking again.

“Mr. Ward, I don’t actually know a whole lot about this request, to be perfectly honest. As you know, the Congregation for Institutes of Consecrated Life and Apostolic Life – that’s quite a mouthful, isn’t it – we are entrusted with monitoring abnormal behavior among those called to the consecrated vocation.”

He tapped his pen on the tablet.

“Tell me, what do you like about Saint Joseph’s exactly?”

“It’s the – well – I feel at home here. Like I belong. I very much enjoy the silence.”

“Yes, I know the Trappists to be quite ardent in their devotion.”

Christopher nodded in agreement as Mr. Eckey took a few notes.

“I enjoy the early mornings, the worship, the offices. The undivided devotion.”

“To God?” Mr. Eckey asked.

“Yes,” Christopher said. “Exactly.”

The stranger focused on his notes for several seconds, silently mouthing the words he wrote.

“Tell me, how does your life now differ from your previous one?”

“Previous?”

Mr. Eckey stopped writing.

“Your military career.”

“Oh,” Christopher said, looking down. “I guess – I – I don’t know. There are lots of differences. I’m not – sure I – what is this inquiry about exactly?”

Mr. Eckey put his pen down.

“Mr. Ward,” he said. “The Vatican apparently has interest in your particular gifts and abilities for a – call it – a special appointment. I guess that’s the best way to put it.”

He shifted his weight on the hard bench.

“Normally, the Congregation does not get involved in appointments or a particular monk’s vocational choices. But, sometimes, when the need arises, special arrangements can be made.”

“Are you talking about another monastery?”

“Actually – ”

Mr. Eckey picked his pen back up.

“It’s an entirely different Order.”

Christopher leaned forward as a gust of wind billowed the long sleeves of his tunic.

“I don’t really understand,” he said. “Are you saying the Vatican wants me to move to a different monastery – to a different Order? But…I…”

Mr. Eckey waited a moment.

“Tell me, Mr. Ward, about your military training.”

“What about it?”

“Your experiences. You were a special operator, is that correct?”

Christopher shot him a quizzical look.

“How do you know that?”

“You were part of the 7th SFG? Assigned to operations in Afghanistan for the majority of your enlistment, surrendering your commission as a Captain. Is that correct? What did you like or dislike about your military career? Why was it you left?”

Christopher looked out over the cornfields in the distance.

“Sir,” he said, wringing his hands together. “I don’t really understand why you’re asking these kinds of questions. To be honest, they’re making me a little uncomfortable. I think I – ”

“Please, Brother Christopher,” Mr. Eckey said, putting up a hand. “I don’t mean to pry. As I said, this is a peculiar and rather sensitive situation, not at all normal procedure. So, I do apologize for my rather tactless approach. Let me explain a little, if I can – ”

Christopher tried to relax.

He struggled to repress the memories rising in the back of his mind, the bloody and gruesome images of dead bodies, a horrible, yet all too familiar wave of fear and dread washing over him.

A wave of putrid death enveloped and permeated everything.

He took a deep breath, tried to ignore it.

Mr. Eckey put down his pen again.

“There is a remote monastery in British Colombia. It is of a separate Order, not Cistercian, but similar. It’s rather distinctive, as I am led to believe.”

“What is the Order?” Christopher asked.

Mr. Eckey shook his head.

“You would not be familiar with it,” he said. “There is actually only one monastery in the Order. But it has had a long, and quite fascinating history, to say the least. And, somewhat of a fantastic service.”

“So, why me, then?” Christopher asked. “I’m a novitiate. I don’t have much to offer. I’m not sure what you are asking of me.”

“The Vatican is asking a favor of you, Brother Ward. They are requesting that you take a leave of absence from Saint Joseph’s and visit this other monastery for a time.”

“I’m – I don’t – ”

Christopher stammered.

“I’m honored that the Vatican has called on me,” he said. “I really do feel settled here, though. I would not wish to – ”

Mr. Eckey interrupted.

“Consider it simply a sabbatical of sorts. Without strings attached. We are interested solely in God’s working here in this matter.”

“Are you wanting me to relocate?” Christopher asked.

Mr. Eckey smiled.

“How about we say the Vatican is open and interested in the Father’s call on your life. We simply wish to – test the waters – see if this would or would not be a good fit.”

“So, if I go, and it is not a good fit?”

“Your place here at Saint Joseph’s would be available to you at any time you see fit. Like I said, no strings attached.”

“I would not feel comfortable going without Abbot Greenly’s blessing,” Christopher said.

“You have it,” Mr. Eckey said, his smile widening.

Christopher said nothing.

“Think of it as a vacation. Though, if I’m hearing you correctly, you really are in no need of one. But, then again…. ”

The man shrugged.

“May I – ”

Christopher pondered his words.

“Is it possible to consider this awhile before I decide?”

“Certainly,” Mr. Eckey said. “Because of the situation, though, we would need you to go sooner than later. Is there anything upcoming that you are thinking about in particular?”

Christopher shook his head.

“No,” he said. “I would just like to sit with this for a day or two. Pray about it. How long would the visit be?”

“As long as you need to decide,” Mr. Eckey said. “Preferably a month to start. Longer is encouraged. Like I said, it is a unique situation, so tradition does not really lend itself easily. But, I would ask – ”

He put his notepad and pen back in his briefcase and closed the lid.

“Because of the sensitive nature, the Vatican has requested that you do not discuss this with anyone except me. Not the other monks here, your family, not even Abbot Greenly.”

“But, how – ”

Mr. Eckey put up a hand.

“I’m heading back to discuss the situation with Abbot Greenly before I leave the grounds. He will certainly not have an objection. Not that I can imagine, anyway.”

He fished out a business card from the inside pocket of his blazer.

“Here is my contact information,” he said, handing him the card. “You can reach me on my cell phone any time. Whenever you decide, one way or the other. There is a great need, though, so I do hope you will consider at least visiting.”

Christopher took the card, looked at it, then looked up at Mr. Eckey.

“What kind of need, exactly?”

The man just smiled.

“All in due time,” he said. “Just let us know as soon as you are able.”

Christopher looked back at the card.

“I will.”

“Thank you, Brother Ward, for your time. I do think I can find my way back to the abbot’s office from here.”

He briefly looked around the grounds.

“I do envy you a little,” he said. “What a majestic space you monks have created here. It’s like a slice of Eden. Really.”

He got up, shook Christopher’s hand, then left him there alone, as the stranger retraced his steps to the abbot’s office.

Christopher took a deep breath, then sighed.

The wave of putrid death still lingered as another wind gust blew across the fields, dredging up memories he would have altogether wished could have remained buried, soaking him again in the blood of the past.

He stayed there for a long time, just watching as the endless sea of cornfields waved in the winds.


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