VDS Voices: A Year in Photos part 1 (Fall 2013)

The 2013-2014 school year is almost at an end and in true Vanderbilt University Divinity School fashion we want to reflect back on what a great year it was. This week we share highlights from the Fall semester. Next week, we share memorable moments from Spring semester.

8-23-2013- Divinity Convocation and Installation of the new Dean, Dr. Emillie M. Townes by Chancellor Nick Zeppos and faculty, as well as area religious leaders, friends and family, held in Benton Chapel. (Vanderbilt University/Steve Green)

Turner Leadership Scholars Fall Retreat August 2013

CT Fellows Annual Retreat September 6 -8, 2013

CTP Lecture featuring Bishop Andrew White September 12, 2013

CTP Lecture featuring Roger Thurow, September 18, 2014

On Friday September 27 students, staff, faculty from all parts of Vanderbilt, along with community members, came together on Vanderbilt campus to stand with survivors of sexual violence

Elaine Pagels delivers the 2013 Cole Lectures October 3 -4, 2013

Religion and the Arts hosts an open session with Amy Grant October 22, 2013

Professor Viki Matson and MDiv2 Caroline Leithner at coffee hour October 25, 2013

Community Breakfast with Professor Doug Knight October 29, 2013

Professor Bruce Morrill delivers Community Worship, December 4, 2013

Joshua DuBois lectures to the VDS community, December 4, 2013

Posted by Michelle Bukowski on April 23, 2014 in Feature, , , , , , , , , , , , ,

VDS Friday Photo 4.18.14

What is your vision for Vanderbilt Divinity School? What do you think a Vanderbilt theological education has to offer the world?  Associate Dean for Academic Affairs and Associate Professor of Ethics and Society, Melissa Snarr, recently shared her #VDSVision.

“VDS vision is about enabling all of us to envision God’s desires for the healing of the world.”

















Share your #VDSVision by emailing michelle.bukowski@vanderbilt.edu

Posted by Michelle Bukowski on April 18, 2014 in Photo of the Week, , ,

VDS Feature: Remembering Eastertides past

This Holy Week I find myself remembering Eastertides past that I spent in pastoral service among the Yup’ik eskimo people on Alaska’s Bering Seacoast. Having been a Jesuit (lay) Volunteer fresh out of college (1981-82) in the village of Emmonak (mouth of the Yukon River, then population of 650), I began returning for seasonal pastoral service in the region as a Jesuit priest in 2000, continuing through 2009. I hope finally to return again a year from now, as part of my sabbatical. Here follows an entry from my pastoral diary, dated March 27, 2002:

Hooper Bay, Alaska pop. 1300

I am once again on Alaska’s Bering Seacoast. This time assigned to the village of Hooper Bay, I arrived last Saturday (in time for Palm Sunday) and hope to fly out the day after Easter (weather permitting). As the crane flies, Hooper is 20 miles west of Chevak, the village I’ve served the last three times (straight shot by snowmobile in winter, that is, through May, much longer by boat in summer). I came to Hooper twice last summer to do funerals (three-day affairs for the Yup’ik people). The intriguing thing is that this longer stay is marked by the same phenomenon this time around: death rites. For the last three days I’ve been doing liturgies (along with the village elder/deacon) in the home of a 40-year-old mother whose son recklessly drove his snowmobile three weeks ago, got lost, and has never been found. Rescue volunteers found his snowmobile on the coastline 40 miles north, but no body. His tracks indicated that he’d been driving so fast as to have often been airborne. They’re still looking, and the physical and psychological strain is now overtaking many in the village. This region has the highest suicide rate per capita in the nation, mostly youth/young adults. This death has touched deep chords of anguish and even anger among the parents over how “lost” their children have become. Much of that came to a head after the Mass in the home last night. We started at 7 pm with the elder performing a 30-minute purification ritual with ayuk (incense made from a tundra shrub) and blessed owl feather (both presented to me as gifts afterward). I presided over Word and Eucharist, after which came an extended meeting. The one-room house was packed with people, including rescue volunteers and their wives from two other villages. The deacon, according to his elder status, spoke first, nearly a half-hour in Yup’ik. Then followed many other speeches and discussion in a mix of English and Yup’ik. I left well after 10 pm, quite spent. The tragic fact is that the mother of the missing youth is a widow, her husband having killed himself at age 30 some six years ago.

Hooper Bay, Alaska

Then, at 4 am, banging woke me to find the public safety officer (there are no police in the villages): “Alexis H. has died. I’ll take you to the house.” My immediate reaction: “How old was he?” Relieved to learn he was an elder, I pulled myself together and accepted the snowmobile ride across the lake to spend an hour with the two elderly sisters of the 85-year-old corpse lying on their couch. As I signed with the cross Alexis’s forehead, sprinkled his body with water (reminder of his baptism), and articulated the accompanying biblical passages and prayers, my heart ached for the late-teen grandniece who, I learned, had cared for him around the clock. Words cannot express how privileged I felt to be with them in that home. The ensuing days of Masses (the Yup’iks keep vigil with the body for two days before a third-day funeral) intertwined with the parish liturgies of the Easter Triduum (Mass of the Lord’s Supper, Good Friday, Easter Vigil), making my task as a preacher a fluid one, connecting narratives of Christ’s paschal mystery traversing lives of faithful love unto death.

Dancing transports the spirit of the recently deceased




















Dr. Bruce Morrill
Edward A. Malloy Chair of Catholic Studies
Professor of Theological Studies

Posted by Michelle Bukowski on April 16, 2014 in Feature, , , , , , , ,

Read This Book: April 2014

The April book has been recommended by Emilie M. Townes, Dean of the Divinity School
E. Rhodes and Leona B. Carpenter Professor of Womanist Ethics and Society

Toward a Womanist Ethic of Incarnation: Black Bodies, the Black Church, and the Council of Chalcedon

by Eboni Marshall Turman
Palgrave Macmillan (2013)

Marshall Turman is Assistant Research Professor of Black Church Studies at Duke Divinity School and the director of the Office of Black Church Ministries.  She looks at how the Black Church has been, and in many contemporary quarters, remains an institution of rebellion again injustice and an outspoken opponent of racism.  However, it has also been and remains a place that oppresses Black women by denying their gifts for ministry.  Marshall Turman explores how such a juxtaposition can exist by looking at the ways in which the Black body is an American problem that is also a theological problem that can breed sexism that functions behind the veil of race in Black Churches—a challenging read that is well worth the effort.

Vanderbilt Divinity School is now on GoodReads. To review more selections by our faculty, click here.


Posted by Michelle Bukowski on April 13, 2014 in Read This Book, , , , , , , ,

VDS Friday Photo 4.11.14

VDS Vision

“We believe…these two words sum up the hope I find so alive here at Vanderbilt Divinity School.  We believe in the power of transformatory ministry and scholarship.  And because of this, we seek to provide a faithfilled environment for our students to learn and grow.  We invite you into this partnership of hope, spirituality, and justice-making for a future alive with the profound changes deep belief brings in a world that needs witnesses for love, hope, and justice.” ~Emilie M. Townes, Dean of Vanderbilt Divinity School and  E. Rhodes and Leona B. Carpenter Chair and Professor of Womanist Ethics and Society

Dean Emilie M. Townes and Dr. Laurel Schneider

Want to share your #VDSVision? Email michelle.bukowski@vanderbilt.edu

Posted by Michelle Bukowski on April 11, 2014 in Photo of the Week, , , , , , , , , ,

VDS Feature: Yolanda M. Norton

Last month I had the opportunity to attend the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) Black Ministers Retreat in Johnson City, Tennessee. The Black Ministers Retreat offers an opportunity for participants to engage in conversations on a wide range of topics ranging from community and social action to issues of health and wellness in the Black church.

The ability to participate in events such as this one is fundamental in my quest to become a theological educator concerned with ministerial formation. I came to Vanderbilt’s Graduate Department of Religion because, much like everything else in the world, the Church is flawed.  I am just stupid or arrogant enough to think that maybe I can do something about it. I do not think the Academy is a corrective for the Church; instead, I believe that a mutual relationship between the two is the only thing that can facilitate the development of either entity. That being said, it is impossible for me to be the educator that I want to be by hiding behind the walls of Vanderbilt Divinity School or in the library.

I went to the Black Ministers Retreat for the same reason I came to Vanderbilt—to explore my vocational calling, to attempt to figure out what I am doing, to think through the best ways to bridge the work of theological education with the work of ministry in the Church. I went to learn something about the ways in which ministry exists for Blacks churches within the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), particularly because I am not only new to the DoC but also new clergy. I arrived at the meeting feeling like an imposter.  I spend too much time enmeshed in lexica, ostraca, and history books, to be a minister, right?

Surrounded by a community of Black ministers—even for a brief period time—I reconnected with a side of myself. Being in Johnson City listening to presenters, preachers, and teachers talk about the real issues that their congregations are facing reignited a hermeneutical impulse that I let dwindle over the past few years. I left asking questions. Does the Bible/Hebrew Bible have anything to say about the Church’s stance on immigration reform? Cancer rates in the Black community? Obesity and wellness in the Black church? What is the message that I will carry to my students in the classroom to help them deal with these very real issues in their congregation?

I left with a renewed sense that everything that I have to get out of my educational process cannot be received in the classroom. I left reminded that the Church, more specifically the Black church, has just as much to teach me as I have to teach them.



Reverend Yolanda M. Norton, M.Div, MTS
PhD Student, Hebrew Bible and Ancient Israel, Vanderbilt University
Theology and Practice Fellow
FTE Doctoral Fellow


Posted by Michelle Bukowski on April 9, 2014 in Feature, , , , , , , ,

VDS Friday Photo 4.4.14

Have you joined us for Creative Practice Wednesday? Here’s a peak at what some of your fellow students, faculty and staff have created.

Join us each Wednesday at noon in the Commons Room for creative play!

Posted by Michelle Bukowski on April 4, 2014 in Photo of the Week, ,

VDS Feature: Telling a Truthful Narrative: Lessons in Creative Writing

by Julia Nusbaum, MTS2

I have always found healing in words. While growing up and feeling sad or lonely, I would find a book and become absorbed in the words. Stories made me feel whole again— the words made worlds come alive inside of me. I wanted to make people feel the way I did when I read stories. I wanted people to become immersed in the raw emotion of a finely woven tale.

In middle school, a teacher convinced me to buy a journal during a school book fair. She said it would help me with my writing. I bought it, took it home, yet I didn’t know what to do with it. No stories came to mind—at least not any that didn’t seem false and contrived.  I was trying too hard to create something that was not inside of me.

When I finally put my pen to paper, all that came from me were the details of my day. The mundane events of a middle school life—I wrote about my friends; I wrote about at which lunch table I sat; I wrote about a fight with my brother over the TV remote. It felt good to put these experiences on paper—these little details—these chronicles of my day. It felt good to know my feelings.

I wrote in that journal until it was full, and then I took it to my mother and demanded (as middle school girls do) that she buy me another one. She did, and I wrote. I wrote all of my feelings, all of the stories ideas in my head. I wrote down poems that I made up and poems that I found in books. I wrote down quotations, sayings, and song lyrics. I wrote, and I wrote, and I kept on writing. This year I filled up my fourteenth journal with the words that are inside of me.

The stories I’ve written, the stories of myself that I keep tucked in my journals, and the fictional stories I’ve written for school, pleasure, and contests have had for me the same healing effects as a book. I am not always escaping from myself, but I am telling truths about myself that I did not know were inside of me. These truths, these narratives of my life, heal me.

As part of my field education placement at the Magdalene Community and Thistle Farms, I started teaching a creative writing class for the women of Magdalene who are survivors of trafficking, addiction, and life on the street. The two-year recovery program emphasizes storytelling and encourages all of the women to take agency over their stories—to reclaim their stolen narratives.

When the suggestion came for me to teach a class that would give women a creative outlet to write their own stories or simply express themselves creatively, I was both excited and terrified. I had never taught anyone to write creatively. I was sure there would be only two women in the class, maybe three. But when I walked into the room for the first class, there were eleven women waiting.

“Are you the writer?” they asked.

Was I the writer?

I asked each woman what had brought her to the class that day, and nearly all of them answered the same. “I have a story inside me. I have things to say, and I want to get them out.”

We all have stories inside of us. Each one of us has something to say and a longing in some way to bear our story to the world. Teaching creative writing has taught me that there is healing in words and power in telling one’s own story. There is healing that comes from putting pen to paper.

When I say I love you…
The ebb and flow of life’s undercurrent.
It is such a beautiful sunny day
I would love to have a great day today.
My God will always carry me through
Even when my heart is sad.
I hold my head up, and I say,
I am proud of who I am
I am holding on, standing strong
Healing comes by faith,
And the day comes with singing.

—Written by the women of Magdalene







Posted by Michelle Bukowski on April 2, 2014 in Feature, , , , ,

VDS Friday Photo 3.28.14

This week during Community Worship, Emily McCord  Lis Valle-Ruiz performed an exceprt from Blessed: Monologues in Celebration of Mary.

Emily McCord



Posted by Michelle Bukowski on March 28, 2014 in Photo of the Week, , , ,

VDS Friday Photo 3.21.14

VDS student, Justin Lester, who is interning at 15th Ave Baptist Church, and his Field Ed supervisor, Rev. Dr. William Buchanan.


Posted by Michelle Bukowski on March 21, 2014 in Photo of the Week, , , , ,


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