Back in a basic social work class while studying for my masters in social work, I was given a surprise opportunity to address a whole class for an hour on why I chose social work. I quickly and privately asked for guidance and support from God. I then spoke vulnerably, lovingly and openly about myself and my history. Basically I spoke my truth and let God speak through me, without ever mentioning the source. I created a sacred space. The whole class responded by opening up — a magical moment. After the semester was over one of the students approached me and asked “How does it feel to know you changed a whole class for a whole semester? I can describe in detail the events that took place, but not what really happened. I cannot describe the power. I have experienced the power of love/God many times and know the feeling well and like then I can describe the events and say the words — but not the reality. “So long as we are satisfied to confine our attention to exact description of what is, and to study of antecedent causes, the dramatic features of the universe will necessarily escape us, and we shall get no intimation of an Intelligence operative throughout the unfolding drama.” (from Rufus Jones Speaks To Our Time: An Anthology, edited by Harry Emerson Fosdick)
