first day.

In Uncategorized on January 19, 2010 at 9:06 am

So it’s about 8am in the morning and I am sitting here anticipating my first class of the semester this afternoon. My last semester. Immediately my thoughts go to all the things I need to do, such as finish my resumé and apply for jobs but that is for another day and another post. For now I am thinking of all the great times I have had over Christmas break. There is not time to recap it all but I will share some of the great aspects of the past week.

  • I started my new internship on Wednesday and I am absolutely loving it so far. I will be working at a cancer resource group with people who have cancer and their family members. I will also be making rounds with the palliative care unit at the hospital. I get to hug people and I don’t have to worry about “fixing” them. I will see my first official client this week. She is sixteen years old and her father is dying. The parallels are incredibly similar. I’m excited for all God is going to teach me through all this and we’ll see how well I handle it all emotionally. What can I say cancer sucks and I’ve already cried twice.
  • Being that I’m working with people with compromised immune systems me being sick doesn’t go over well. Well, I was sickly last week and after my first day my boss told me to take the rest of the week (Thursday and Friday) off to rest. Well if you insist, and she did. The best part- Phil’s workplace lost electricity on Thursday so he got the entire day off as well. It was a wonderful, gifted date day. We cleaned our home thoroughly that morning and well it really needed it. We took a great nap and woke up nice and warm because the sun comes in strong around noon. For lunch we decided to live it up and headed downtown to one of our favorite restaurants- Cafe Gutenberg. There is not much better than Gutenberg’s Banh Mih sandwich with a decaf coffee on the side. We sat for a few hours talking and reading our respective books.
  • Speaking of books- I read “Three Cups of Tea” finally. Sometimes when everyone is talking about a book I avoid reading it. Not sure why I do this, but boy was this book good. The book not only tells a beautiful story but also makes a strong argument for why we will not win this “war on terror” with guns. Greg Mortenson has done more to defeat radical ideology by building schools in Pakistan and Afghanistan than all our bombs. At the heart of these regions is not militant religion but instead extreme poverty and illiteracy. People have no opportunity and no education, which makes them very vulnerable to extremist groups that will not only give them the only education they will ever receive (even though it is a crappy one) but also pay them more money than they would otherwise be able to earn. Greg points out time and time again the way our Western mindset makes us think we know what the answers are to the worlds problems. We do not. We only have a piece of the puzzle. It is only through real, mutual, and equal relationships with the rest of the world that we can solve issues like illiteracy, oppression of women, poverty, and war. If you haven’t read it yet stop being like me and pick it up.
  • I’m trying to train for the 10K but I’ve been stuck around 2 miles. I know I can run 2 miles and I have not wanted to push myself further. Well on Saturday I did. Phil and I ran 3 miles. Phil always tells me he runs far by simply not letting himself stop. I always wondered how he could do that but I realized on Saturday that my mind is stronger than my body. I did not let myself stop. We’re almost half way to that 6.2 miles. My goal is to run it without stopping. Having said it in public now I have to stick to it.
  • On Saturday night Phil and I made our way to a Young and Married party. The Young and Marrieds are a small group at our church that we never attend because we are teaching Sunday school at the same time. It was a big step for us out of our comfort zone and it was great. We got to know some couples that we didn’t know before and got to know couples better. Phil and I are realizing more and more that we are getting older. Our conversations with our friends revolve more and more around the topics of children and jobs, and I’m okay with this.
  • Yesterday my closest friends at school and I gathered to have a back to school lunch together. We caught up on each others lives over break, talked about our fast approaching thrust into the job market, and tried to laugh off our waitress who seemed to regret our existence. One of my friends brought her daughter to lunch and I was of course the one to say something wildly inappropriate in front of her. huh. The story of my life.

In the midst of my life this past week, which has been pretty great, I have felt a persistant sense of unease. The events in Haiti have hung over everything I have done. Beyond the pain and heartache I have for the people there I am left with questions. Why them? Why not us? Clearly I am incredibly blessed so what is my responsibility in this moment? How are Phil and I supposed to live in the midst of our privileged existence as white, Americans? I know I do have a responsibility due to my privilege but I need God to show me more of what it is. Events like what is going on in Haiti stir me and makes me feel like there must be more than what Phil and I are already doing to try and live out Micah 6:8.

Lord show all of us the way. We need your direction badly.


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