My final EH-K prom is in the books. It's quite funny to look back a year ago at my prom angst and compare it to my thoughts this year. There were other pressures baring down on me as well; my marriage was falling apart, I was dissatisfied with graduate school, I wasn't getting my spiritual needs met by the quality of sermon at my former church, and I was battling an identity crisis.
I went to school to be an abstract painter. I had become the prom monkey. All of my spiritual energies were being poured into living the beatitudes. My work was promoting a false front, a decadent worship of the material, the flashy, the fleshy. I couldn't bring those two into alignment.
I will repost my thought of one year ago. Enjoy.
Bollman
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