Faith, Life, and Lessons

Those who know me well know that poverty and homelessness are issues that are very close to my heart. In fact, the concept of homelessness has plagued me since I can remember; it just doesn’t make sense from a childlike perception of the world. We have all these empty houses, but people are dying on the streets. That’s what I thought when I was 7, and I still hold those values to some extent (albeit hopefully in a more sophisticated and detailed analysis). The past few months especially, I’ve felt a dissonance in my spiritual life because of my lack of action on behalf of the poor. I don’t mean that in a “look how philanthropic I am” way at all because everyone is called to different issues, but in my personal life, I truly felt like a hypocrite to say that I follow Jesus while walking by those He would have ministered to. Obviously, I’m not Jesus, so I can’t possibly carry the weight of injustice and poverty on my shoulders. Still, I felt like I was allowing privilege and apathy to sh

Hi hi hi. Just giving a brief update on my life for those who are wondering. Most Vandy kids probably already know how I am because I’ve been feeling well for the last 3ish weeks and have come up to visit a few times a week. Physically: I’ve been off the antibiotics for about 3 weeks (which is why I feel so well), but my latest blood test showed that my liver is recovering enough that I’ll likely start the treatment again this coming week. E ven though that means I'll likely be back to full sick-mode, I actually am happy to get going again. My current state of limbo is frustrating; I know I’m sick and face the consequences of trying to overdo my body, but I’m not even taking action against the illness at this point. I’d rather just get all the treatment over with and then be able to truly live my life. I feel like I’m just putting off the inevitable otherwise. For instance, this weekend two of my lovely friends came into town, so we went to the fair so I could show 'em ho