if you've heard me talk about it once, you've heard me talk about it ten times (if you're lucky).
i have two degrees that don't pay
i am a part of a church tradition that doesn't seem to want much to do with me
"i can't wait until i work for a real company." "this can't be the way a real non-profit gets it done." "someday i'll be the resident theologian or preacher in a local church."
so i surrender to myopia and refuse to see that i am:
surrounded by the kind of community that is the figment of many dreams (and the subject of not a few sermons)
work beside people whose confidence in my abilities is slowly strengthening my sense of self
called by a God who is teaching me to hope, pray and occasionally participate in the redemption of all things
i'll probably never be a half-full kind of guy, but i need to start recognizing these blessings so that i can be a more whole and holy blessing to the world.
A Poem for National Poetry Day
3 weeks ago