So it's Sunday night and I'm breaking my unspoken resolve not to blog before paper writting, but it's just started to rain outside, the sun has set, dinner has been made, and I've put on some slow and mellow music. Tap tap tap outside my window.
The picture of these past few weeks is a mosaic that my head can't quite wrap itself around. So much has happened. In some respects, I feel like I've been caught between two very different worlds. I took Friday morning off to answer emails and enter into the worlds of my friends back home and since then - since last week even - I feel as if half of my heart has been with them, thinking constantly, praying constantly, dreaming constantly.
The other half has been incredibly excited for what I can glimpse to be God's plan for a furthering of His kingdom. When I first got here, I felt uninitiated to the magic of this place. Over time, though, especially in this past term, I feel like I've been given an opportunity to step into experiences that the great of the greats of this world must've experienced those 500, 300, 100, even ten, twenty years ago. The idea of starting a Christian Academic Journal out of this place excites me. Some days I feel as if I can almost see the fruits of what I dream I want to be a part of. Opportunities to write against an overwhelming and devasting secular ideology of meaninglessness. Is that too much to reveal all at once? I guess it's just been on my heart for such a long time.
Flip back. And start.
"In 1517 Martin Luther posted 95 Theses on the door of Castle Church in Wittenberg, Germany..."
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