Seminary Journal 2008 (August) - Virginia Theological Seminary
Seminary Journal 2008 (August) - Virginia Theological Seminary
Seminary Journal 2008 (August) - Virginia Theological Seminary
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Editor’s Note:<br />
Things I know about Martha Horne<br />
One afternoon in 1986 I received a polite phone call<br />
at my <strong>Seminary</strong> offi ce asking if I had a few minutes to talk. It<br />
was the Rev. Martha Horne, VTS ’83, who had been offered the<br />
position of Assistant to Dean Richard Reid. I had been the VTS<br />
publications editor for about a year, and Martha wanted to know<br />
my views on the working environment. I was surprised and<br />
fl attered to be asked and was quick to answer: “This is the best<br />
place in the world to work.” I don’t know how much my small<br />
input mattered, but as we know, she took the job.<br />
I spent the next years knowing: “Martha respects staff<br />
opinion.”<br />
Fast forward a few years: My son was in Washington<br />
Hospital Center undergoing surgery that would either save his<br />
life, or end it. Family and friends had been gathered for days,<br />
and on that last day in the surgical reception area we waited, and<br />
waited, and waited. Unexpectedly, Martha Horne walked into the<br />
waiting area. She asked how things were going and sat down to<br />
talk to us. I was deeply touched by her taking the time to visit and<br />
assured her that I would let her know how things turned out. She<br />
didn’t leave. She waited almost two hours with us, until at last the<br />
doctor and his team appeared to tell us that James would recover.<br />
I spent the next years understanding: “Martha really<br />
cares about people.”<br />
Another phone call, another hospital scene. This time<br />
I was the sick one, recovering from acute diverticulitis, lying in<br />
bed completely stupid with drugs but well on my way to getting<br />
better. The phone rang and it was the Dean.<br />
“What have you got, Alix?” she asked.<br />
“I can never remember the name of it,” I mumbled<br />
groggily. “Starts with a ‘D’. I think it’s called diffenbachia.”<br />
Deadpan, Martha replied, “Diffenbachia is a house<br />
plant.”<br />
“I know,” I groaned, and then we both broke out<br />
laughing.<br />
I spent the next years appreciating: “Martha is secretly a<br />
very funny person.”<br />
Respect for others, compassion, and humor: only three<br />
characteristics of the wonderful person with whom I worked for<br />
19 years. Thank you, Martha.