Thoughts on Psychological Tests, Being Smug, and Failing to be a Writer
Written by Mark Van Steenwyk : April 11, 2007
Bethel Seminary makes its incoming MDiv students take a battery of psychological tests. I faintly recall the thoughts and feelings that trickled through my body as I spent four hours receiving said battery. Most of the thoughts were of a cynical nature (I know myself already, what are these stupid tests going to tell me). My feelings shifted between frustration and boredom (man these questions go on and on). But underneath the cynicism and frustration and boredom was…hope? My hope was that these tests would tell me something about myself. If I could know myself better, some of the self-limitations could be shed like rusty manacles. So while I hated the IDEA of these tests, I had a secret hope that they could help me rise above myself.
One of these tests quantified an intuition I’ve had my whole life: More than 99% of the population is more disciplined than I am. In other words, if you gather 100 people into a room, I am the most undiscipline person in the room. In the same scenario, I am also the most abstract in my thinking.
When the therapist went over the results of the test with me (keep in mind that this was at the begining of my seminary career), he shared that, perhaps, seminary wasn’t the best place for me. You see, with my highly abstract and undisciplined nature (I believe he referred to it as the “artist’s temperment”), things like writing papers and reading thick books would be too much for me.
In my mind at that moment, I remember thinking, “what does this guy know? I won’t have any troubles with schooling.” And, for the most part, I was right…sorta. While I finished seminary with a decent GPA, my papers were always slapped together and I don’t think I ever read a book all the way through. This realization used to give me pride. It is kinda nice to get good grades at seminary while, at the same time, being a slacker.
But these days, I look back on my seminary career with regret. While most of my friends would say I’m smart and articulate, I can’t help but feel that I would be smarter and more articulate if I had only applied myself at seminary. If only I had dropped my smug superiority about being the-guy-who-doesn’t-have-to-try, I could have been shaped into something more than I am now.
But even if I could go back, it would probably turn out the same way. After all, I am also that one person in the room of 100 that is most likely to buck authority.
Write now it is 11:54 PM. I’m sitting at a table in the basement, next to the washer. The basement smells like soapy bleach, because I’m washing a load of dish towels. Instead of working on the Jesus Manifesto, I’m writing this blog. Why? Because I’m scared. I’m scared to really pour my soul into this book.
I’ve spent my entire life coasting on my undisciplined smarts. I’ve loved putting off papers and sermons and various tasks until the last minute–and then seeing how quickly, and with how little effort, I can bring things together. This used to make me feel kinda nifty. But now I hate it. Because writing a book–a serious book that flows out of one’s soul–requires those things that I’ve always scorned: discipline, concreteness of thought, and submission to process.
My fear is that I’ll try–I’ll really try to put hard work into this book and I’ll fail. My fear is that, underneath it all, I really have nothing to say of consequence. My fear is that I’m really nothing more than the-guy-who-doesn’t-have-to-try, when what I long to be is the-guy-who-has-something-important-to-say.
If I have anything important to say, it is God who put it in me. And if I am going to push past my fear and write anything of consequence, it will be God who pulls it out of me. And even though I, like most bloggers, suffer from a form of narcissism (the sort that wants everyone to read my thoughts and find them important), I’d like to think that if I don’t have something important to say (ie, something truly prophetic), then I’d rather not write it. And herein lies the dillema: how do I really know if the book rattling around in my skull is something important, or merely something that will make me feel important?
And so I end this rather self-indulgent, self-referential post. I hate it when people do therapy through their blogs–and I hate that I’ve done that just now. But I write in the hope that if I name my fear, and make it public, it will have no hold over me anymore.
Mark Van Steenwyk is the general editor of Jesus Manifesto. He is a Mennonite pastor (Missio Dei in Minneapolis), writer, speaker, and grassroots educator. He lives in South Minneapolis with his wife (Amy), son (Jonas) and some of their friends.If you appreciate articles like this, consider making a donation to help Jesus Manifesto pay the bills.
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