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Things It Took Me An Embarrassingly Long Time To Learn And Other Thoughts on Adulthood.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Silence
Saturday, August 22, 2015
God's Will
In
the past year, my family has driven to my sister-in-law’s house in Fayetteville
multiple times. Once, we drove out
through the plains on I-40 before heading north in the Ozark’s, but usually we
stop to see my mother and father-in-law in Tulsa on the way. From Tulsa to
Fayetteville, we’ve taken state highways offering a glimpses of the wooded
mountains and meandered our way slowly through trees and lakes. We have
re-adjusted our route after making a wrong turn. Each time, we have happily arrived at our destination and a
warm welcome.
The
freedom to travel different paths to the same destination is the same freedom
with which God gives us to live our lives. We can choose which path we want to
take on the way to our destination, which is (hopefully) heaven. We can even
make a wrong turn but still end up at the right place, sometimes by completely
re-routing our path. While there
are wrong paths, there are also many right ones that can lead us to our ultimate
destination.
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Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Belonging
“St. Mark the Evangelist,” the canter rings out while children and their
parents file to the back of the large, suburban parish.
“Pray
for us,” the congregation echoes back, as we prepare to welcome a new
member. A dark-haired, sleeping
baby girl is about to be awoken with the waters of baptism. I recognize her parents as fellow
parishioners, though I have never met them.
After
the baptism has taken place, the priest carries the newly baptized, now dressed
in white, to the front of the church; as he walks, he says this is the first of
four times she will come down this aisle in white: the first at baptism, again
at first communion, later for marriage, and, at the end, for her funeral.
This aisle, he says. Not an
aisle, at a church, but this aisle, at this church—the aisle I was about to walk down for the first time,
as a bride, after reluctantly becoming a parishioner where my parents had
joined after I left for college.
Sofia's baptism |
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