The story...
I'm thankful that I wrote some of my thoughts as I journeyed through life. I'm often surprised at the clarity of my questions, the degree of focus, and how the conclusions of the moment were helpful to me during a later stage of life. I especially appreciate the sketches - they remind me of the stuff that seems to need more than words and story to remember the more-whole picture.
The following picture is a sketch that I made about a vivid dream, over ten years ago, where I seemed to be fully interacting. I woke up with the type of memory, consternation, and feelings that sometimes come from events experienced in reality.
When I video recorded my lectures, they were difficult for me to review and evaluate. When developing a new course, I: studied multiple textbooks; reviewed seminal and current journal articles related to the body of knowledge; searched for current events; and reflected on how the knowledge was worked out within my own work life. Therefore, the lectures seemed richer and more integrated than I might create at a later, less prepared, point in time. I was often humbled by what a younger version of me could teach me about the subject. This being true, I ignored the stammers, the awkward pauses, and the misspoken words that were sprinkled in. The imperfections seem part of the richness of real life - the stuff that makes it more real and comfortable.
The people congregating within the only church in town will become comfortable together. They'd have opportunities to honestly reflect on the reality of their lives together. These shared experiences, thoughts, prayers, and daily happenings would be perceived increasingly inline within the will of God. They'd see the Spirit of Christ worked out through real people whose hearts are partially revealed.
Just for today...
"... if I listen to my words, I find that I usually tell those whom I sponsor exactly what I myself need to hear." Courage to Change (p. 179)
"Help you; Help me - We grow; We be." Am I a Poet?
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