Friday, July 24, 2015

One More Time... Let's Do This

Below is my Iliff Essay questions submitted in the Spring 2015 for re-admission to Iliff. This will help you understand my journey, especially since my withdraw from Iliff in 2010. I look forward to future blogging and I am humbled by your prayers and encouragement.




Personal Essay - Cheryl Swing

At sixteen I established a chapter of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes at my high school. Over the next two years I shared my faith journey at weekend rallies and conferences across the country. I was later honored by their national organization with a scholarship. At the same time I was being heavily recruited for athletic scholarships. Life was really good … and then a freak thing happened to me, just four months shy of graduation.

I was hospitalized for two weeks after a staph infection in my right foot led to blood poisoning. During that time I spent a great deal of time in prayer about my future. I vividly remember God impressing upon me that my athletic ability was merely a catalyst. I knew in those moments that I did not need two feet to fulfill His call on my life. In fact, I accepted that no matter the outcome, I would commit myself to humbly follow Him and since that day I have had unwavering faith that God would equip me with all the necessary tools.      

Fast forward 25 years. I was married to my partner, successfully employed, had a brand new baby girl, and was a part-time seminary student at Iliff. My life seemed on track but my heart was unfulfilled. What I felt compelled to do next would change the course of my life forever. It became necessary to end my ten year relationship with my partner. I moved into a spare bedroom at a co-worker’s house. I forfeited our friends, our home, and our church so that my ex-partner could maintain that sense of security. This decision came from a deep sense of emotional necessity. We eventually lost our home. I nearly lost my job and I was forced to withdraw from Iliff. As I fought to regain my own identity I broke my daughter’s heart.

In a desperate search for something to distract me I found the sport of Triathlon. During the long hours of solitude running, biking, and swimming I found a huge part of me that had been missing. I began to grow spiritually. It was clear that God was using this time to silence me so I would be open to His guidance. He was bringing me back into His fold and bringing people into my life to support the journey ahead.

Last March I fell in a pot hole and the resulting injury required an ankle reconstruction. The morning of my surgery I felt an overwhelming sense of concern. As I gathered myself I instructed my Mom on how to handle my affairs should anything happen. During the surgery my heart rate dropped and my blood pressure plummeted. The physicians exhausted all normal protocols but for my safety they had to abort the surgery. When I awoke in the operating room I felt the sense of urgency permeating the room. There were wires attached to my body and a nurse holding paddles. I heard “Are we going to the ER?” then “Does anyone know where her mother is?” The doctors tried to figure out what had happened to me. This was a medical anomaly but I am convinced that this was God demanding my attention. Thankfully I was able to complete a second surgery a few weeks later and was on the road to recovery.

After being bedridden for a few weeks I realized that I was in for a rude awakening. I was a single mom with a seven year old. I was non-weight bearing for ten weeks and  lived on the second floor of an apartment building with twenty-five steps. The most unexpected people came forward. I was completely surrounded with love, prayer and support. I began to understand the events of the past six months.  The Master Potter had been molding and shaping me as He prepared me for what lie ahead. Through the generosity and kindness of others I learned a valuable lesson – to receive gracefully. It was truly a humbling experience. Everything was falling into place for my physical and spiritual rehabilitation. It all happened in such a way that only God could have orchestrated. Once again, God took away my foot to slow me down so that I could hear Him.   

The part of the Iliff mission statement that strongly resonates with me is “to educate for effective ministry in Christian churches and other religious communities”. Aside from the privilege of being a mother, my short time at Iliff was the most invigorating and spiritually rewarding time in my life.  For decades I have contemplated a career in pastoral leadership. I have pondered higher education. I have considered prison ministry. I once even explored mortuary science as I felt I had a gift to comfort and console those in grief. Over the past decade I have reflecting on my ability to listen and counsel others. Author and activist Parker Palmer once wrote, “Before I can tell my life what I want to do with it, I must l listen to my life telling me who I am.”  

I believe God has equipped me to be a leader in our community. He has nurtured me to bring peace and to build bridges. With an innate ability to blend with most any group, I am able to encourage unity and provoke purpose. I am a confident and determined person who leads by example. I do not presume to have all the answers but God continues to put an Iliff education on my heart. I know that through spiritual discernment, mentorship, prayer and life experiences that my path will be revealed. It is my unwavering faith that keeps me tenaciously seeking this.  

My journey to Iliff has been arduous. I initially inquired in 2002 after attending an informational dinner, An Evening at Iliff. Years passed and I served in several churches, even co-founded Open Door Community Church where I assumed the role of Associate Pastor. I continued to study scripture and grew to fully accept that I was perfectly created in the image of God. In 2004 I attended a PFLAG meeting (Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays) and listened to several transgender speakers. I felt compassion for them yet I was thankful that  their challenges were not my own. Their stories were overwhelming. Because of my own lack of understanding I could not comprehend what they faced. In 2008 I attended a Reconciling Ministries Conference with my parents. There I came to know more transgender Christians. I spent a couple of afternoons on the playground with my two-year-old daughter. Each day I encountered a man with his son and daughter of similar ages. We engaged in conversation and discussed how his journey at Iliff helped him redefine his faith. It was after this that I finally took that leap of faith and applied to Iliff. I will always be grateful for his words of hope and his courage. I was blessed to have crossed paths that weekend with Malcom Himschoot.

            During my initial Iliff application process my first contact was Vince Tango. I was further moved by his resolve and was even more inspired to follow my heart. From time to time I read accounts of transgender people and felt a pull, yet I did nothing. Recently I saw a post on Facebook with photos and disparaging comments about Bruce Jenner and I was deeply disturbed.  With all the media propaganda I thought to myself “Dear God, I pray he has a strong therapist to see him through all of this”. I have felt the pain caused by rejection from a loved one. I have seen the destruction triggered by un-forgiveness. I have witnessed the polarity ignited by religious disparity. Almost daily I read an article about the suicide of, discrimination against, or stories of exclusivity of LGBTQ persons (Lesbian, Gay, Bi-Sexual, Transgender and Queer). Who we love does not define our social, political, religious or economic preferences.  There is much diversity within the LGBTQ community itself. My challenges do not necessarily mimic those of a transgendered or bi-sexual person but we can come together to facilitate understanding. I have known loneliness and isolation in my life but I also know that I am a “sacred child of worth”.  I believe that God has created us to be exactly who we are and I believe He has specifically called upon me to reach across the lines to promote love and understanding. 

I never wanted to be an advocate for the LGBTQ community. I wanted to blend in quietly but still felt a deep sense of obligation to inspire others. For whatever reason, God continues to place these people on my heart. I can no longer be a spectator when a Child of God is being treated in any manner other than that which God calls us to. I have a voice and I am obligated to speak out for those whose voices have been silenced. It is my duty to stand up for those whose shoulders cannot bear more rejection. I must do all I can to educate others so that understanding becomes a vessel for love. Love is the unity I seek.  

            As my daughter says, “I am God and God is in me. I must love others because God loves me.” Today I humbly request your acceptance for re-admission to the Iliff School of Theology. Empathy and compassion are inadequate unless they provoke a response.  Allow me to explore my passion and join with you to shine a light of hope where darkness abounds.

 

 

 




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