Well friends, not too much this week.
In fact, in the flourescent light it appears that nothing significant has
happened this week.
We taught a few more lessons to the same people with the same fears and
problems. We walked the same streets in the same clothes. We ran into the same
kind of rude, closed people. We had the same kinds of beautiful moments of
peace.
Sometimes it can get frustrating to look at what you're doing and not see any
progress. This is when I realized that in this life we are asked to work on a
letter in a novel! It can be easy for me to lose hope in myself and those
around me when I lose perspective, because when we stare at one letter we
really have no idea what the storyline even says. In all seriousness, these few
years we have on Earth are so little compared to the expanse of eternity! God's
been operating the trends of history for much longer than we've been alive, and
he'll continue to do. Right now I'm learning to be satisfied with the tiny part
that I have been given to play. I just hope one day when all of this is said
and done I'll be able to say I did some good in the world.
Since I really don't have anything else to write for the week, I'm sending
these lyrics which say it much better than I could:
Monday, July 9, 2012
Old Man River (July 2nd)
My rest is a weapon against the
oppression
Of mans obsession to control things
Look at the long line of make believe kings
The lord of the flies wants you to kiss his ring
Follow new rules with invisible strings
And become a puppet in the diabolical scheme
How do good men become part of the regime?
They don’t believe in resistance.
Hold fast like an anchor in the storm
We will not be moved.
Love you guys! Have a good week. Pageant next week :)
Sister Nat
Of mans obsession to control things
Look at the long line of make believe kings
The lord of the flies wants you to kiss his ring
Follow new rules with invisible strings
And become a puppet in the diabolical scheme
How do good men become part of the regime?
They don’t believe in resistance.
Hold fast like an anchor in the storm
We will not be moved.
Love you guys! Have a good week. Pageant next week :)
Sister Nat
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