The Ecstatic Dances of the Hasidim
The chapel at Garrett-Evangelical Theological Seminary was packed. It was brimming with all the excitement of graduation Day, June 3, 1994. Commencement was still a few hours away. Senior chapel was just beginning, and I had been asked to preach. In my three years of graduate school I had never seen so many people in that large hall of worship. As the grand procession moved down the center aisle, I looked into the many faces and felt the fervor rising in me. The sermon started with a prayer that God might breathe life into my words. And then when I put my hands to the plow, I never looked back. At times when I was preaching I felt like I had taken a step back from the pulpit as if I was watching myself preach. In that hour I felt the power of God’s Spirit surging through that place of worship as it surged through me. In a speech to a group of teachers, Martin Buber once said that if he ever met the great Christian theologian, Karl Barth, there was only one thing this bearded Jewi...