Today I am working on some "about me" essays for school that I have to turn out before the semester starts. When I began this process to the priesthood I remember being told that I was going to have to offer my story over and over and over again. Well, its true. I've wandered through it enough times now that I could practically do an interpretive dance version. Too bad I'm a terrible dancer.
Here's what I'm finding with this incessant story telling: I really enjoy telling it. I'll be honest, if I go into the glazed over homey sugar syrup version its totally uninteresting. But, if I do my damnest to stay present to the writing or the saying, I realize the miraculousness of the story all over again. And marvel that my story is a small part of something greater.
When I was in the Southern Studies department at Ole Miss, one of my favorite courses was documentary fieldwork. I loved it because I got to learn peoples stories. And discover that they were fundamental to a shared picture of humanity. As I was grateful to God then for allowing me to be a part of those individual's lives, I am grateful now to be rehashing my own.
It makes me honest about the difference my faith as made in my life. Makes me realize how blessed I am. And it makes me want to explore what the responsibility of those blessings is all about.
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