This is the second year I've been home for J-term, and I hope it's the last. Not because I don't love being with my family or just being sacked out on the couch with my cat, but I miss Taylor. I know someday I'm going to graduate and go on to other things, but right now, I miss the environment. I miss trying to balance classes with theater and noveling and friends. I miss the challenge, going to chapel, and having random theological discussions. The truth is, I feel a lot more removed from God when I'm at home.
This is stupid. Nothing can separate us from the love of God, etc. My problem is I know this -- I've learned it and experienced it in many ways -- but I currently have a hard time "feeling" it. Spiritual dry spells aren't new to any Christian, and I can't say that this is a particular low point in my life. But it's frustrating.
I'm a very strongly emotional person. Because I can easily fall prey to feelings, I also have an exceptionally high regard for sincerity. (Lying to or manipulating people is one of the few things that can really make me unwilling to forgive.) I hate manufactured emotion, and I have a very hard time being cheerful when I'm not.
Is this a good thing because it makes me want to be sincere with God? I dunno. Is this a bad thing because I'm less willing to praise God when I don't feel like it? Almost certainly. I've heard this point argued a dozen times before. I believe emotions are useful and enhance our relationship with God, but things purely emotional are transient.
For now, I'm fighting myself. I guess it's just good to know that God always wins.
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Sunday, January 13, 2013
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Articulating Feelings
This post was originally written as a reflection for my writing class. So far, we've talked about writing, how great it is, and how it affects us. Yes, this is a class. Cool, right?
One thing I
mentioned to him about class was my professor's observation that The Lord of the Rings is possibly one of
the most powerful stories ever written. Both my boyfriend and I love LotR. Both of us
would agree with that statement. But, to understand what I think (and add to his
ever-growing mental database of how other minds work) he started asking me
questions that forced me to articulate things that usually exist as untapped
feeling in my head.
I love
reading, writing, and stories very much. But my feelings about them are wrapped
up in things I truly believe. Reading makes us better people. Reading expands
our mental experience and our empathy. Stories give us hope and show us how
faith and living interact. Even stories that aren’t “Christian.” Even stories
that are dark. Some stories may not be particularly edifying, but I would argue
that most of them are, at least in some way. Literature would mean nothing if
it didn’t in some way echo truth.
Sometimes
it takes me a while to argue these things properly, but I think the evidence is
all around us. I know I definitely wouldn’t be the person I am today without
books. They’ve been such a big influence on how I grew up and how I think even
now that I have no idea what kind of person I would be if I didn’t love
reading. And – this is a feeling I don’t think I’ll bother articulating – I
have to believe I’m a better person than I would have been otherwise.
The
reflections that give rise to this kind of thought are one of the reasons I
love discussing literature. I wish more people would talk about these things. I
wish more people could see what stories do for us. Until then, I will continue
the conversations. I hope whoever reads this will, too.
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