What next?
Yesterday I took my final step into the annals of Canadian manhood when I lit a fire using naught but my hands. Like my ancestors of a thousand years, I rubbed two sticks together and made fire. This seemingly innocuous act separated me from droves of men and women who have walked this earth before me.
I miss my friends, I miss integrity and purpose. What are we living for if not for ourselves? After answering that question I ask myself if I would lay it all down and go back again to live in the Dominican Republic. How I’ve missed it there. They have need and I have opportunity, but once again I’d be putting off my education and any hope for a degree in the next four years…placing me at the rugged age of thirty before I finish school and have a family. So now I wait for God’s hand in my life to push me in the direction I need to go.
Sometimes I feel as though I’m chasing a dream, or wasting my time. My life without sacrifice for the sake of the cross is a life poorly lived so I persist to make decisions that might not make sense to my family and my friends.
Does it even make a difference?
June 18th, 2007 at 11:47 am
hey man, when do i get to see you? this week/early next week is the earliest i can hitch up there to hang out. we fly out july 7th, but i’m going to be ridiculously busy the two weeks before that. sometime during the week would be best, my weekends are booking up fast.
i really want to see you before i leave. even just a day on the beach or something. we could hang out with beer and a fire….
June 19th, 2007 at 12:03 pm
Oddly enough I’m writing this comment while witting next to your wife in the Uni Library…we have no phone hooked up and didn’t think you’d be around for our 12 hour stint in the Soo. Camp is going well.
June 19th, 2007 at 8:15 pm
come to the DR…we miss you!
take distance learning classes. hang out with peter, julie, and lara. besides, ellie misses her homeland.