The years teach much which the days never knew.
‘What happens if we invest in people and they leave?’
‘What happens if we don’t, and they stay?’
Benjamin Franklin, in a 1773 letter, expressed regret that he lived “in a century too little advanced, and too near the infancy of science” that he could not be preserved and revived to fulfil his “very ardent desire to see and observe the state of America a hundred years hence.”
A belief that our love will only grow stronger.
Don’t let small minds convince you that your dreams are too big.
I have this blessed assurance holding me.
I was sure by now, God
You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say “Amen”, and it’s still raining
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
“I’m with you”
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
In the arrogance of my youth, I was convinced that I could “save the world”. As I’ve matured I realize that, at least for me, saving the world is neither an achievable nor even a desirable goal.
So I now have a new goal. It is, at least on the surface, a much simpler one. It is being a minister to this congregation and asking the question, “How can I help?” The answer sometimes involves doing, but just as often involves being. Sometimes it requires giving advice and guidance, sometimes it involves helping to look at things from a different perspective, but just as often it means holding a hand, being a willing listener, or being a “non-anxious presence” in the face of crisis, pain or uncertainty. I don’t always have the answers, because the answers often lie within and are as unique as each individual.
He said: “We lived without conflict as if our two souls were one.”
A reminder to thank the god of small blessings.
This system is exacerbating inequality, retarding social mobility, perpetuating privilege, and creating an elite that is isolated from the society that it’s supposed to lead.
The irony is that elite students are told that they can be whatever they want, but most of them end up choosing to be one of a few very similar things.
But what these institutions mean by leadership is nothing more than getting to the top.
I’d been told that successful applicants could either be “well-rounded” or “pointy”—outstanding in one particular way—but if they were pointy, they had to be really pointy: a musician whose audition tape had impressed the music department, a scientist who had won a national award.
Our system of elite education manufactures young people who are smart and talented and driven, yes, but also anxious, timid, and lost, with little intellectual curiosity and a stunted sense of purpose: trapped in a bubble of privilege, heading meekly in the same direction, great at what they’re doing but with no idea why they’re doing it.