When I was handed my diploma it was not only a piece of paper that proved I was capable of procrastinating till odd hours of the morning and that I could sufficiently regurgitate the ideas of others . . . it was also an enormous lens through which I must now look at the vast ocean of possibilities. (Does that make any sense? I’m a little sleepy)
How will I view consumerist materialism? Will nothing of material quality be allowed to make me happy?
Do I really want the Amish to be in charge of Homeland Security (Read “Jesus for President”)? Are these ideas of practicing peace and forgiveness impossible on the national stage? Can I be content with practicing it in my every day life? Am I even capable of such a feat?
Can I really not buy clothes for a year? I already broke after day one . . .
What about the environmentalist movement? Do I have to choose between saving souls and saving trees? And that question is especially curious considering the fact that my gifts are meant for discipling and not evangelizing. . .
So, it’s been weeks of mental anguish and long conversations that left my head spinning and no solid ground to land upon. Something needed to be done.
The answer is to go back to the basics. I shall begin this journey into adulthood with one of the greatest examples of grace and love in action: Mother Theresa.
Mama T sure knows her stuff, so here’s hoping she can give me some footing into living with radical love in an ordinary world.
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