I wrote this on October 30th with this blog in mind...now that I am officially graduated, I thought I would share it with you all.
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The most important things I have learned in college, based on how much I have grown in my understanding of them:
- the importance of a true, legitimate, and thriving relationship with God. Period. Not what I want to think about God, not how I imagine God, but YAHWEH.
- the impact on myself in loving and investing in other people, even if I am not necessarily close friends with them. The impact of this on the people themselves has always been more obvious, but not the impact on ME.
- how to draw. This is a basic skill I really didn't have in beginning college, and it has changed me in many ways; how I see, how I think, and how I perceive myself as an artist and a person.
- harness motivation when you have it; God may replace it with something more important, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't take advantage of it while you have it.
- how to manage my time. I used to have no idea how to do this/why it was important. I not only discovered how to do it (necessity is the mother of invention indeed), but how much of an impact it makes on me, my work, and why.
- how to get A's. So far in my experience here, I have received nothing less than an A- in a course. This was not the case prior to Biola, so I suppose it is fair to say I learned this skill. It is very closely related to the above point, but not always as a rule.
- how to enjoy life and the importance of not caring. This is perhaps what I have learned the most THIS semester. Sometimes, caring is less important than my mental health...and sometimes, you need to do things just because you can, even (especially) if they make you uncomfortable. And I'm the biggest perpetrator of comfort.
I'm sure this list is nowhere near complete (it is called "life lessons" for a reason), but for now, these are the things I have come to understand as important in my undergraduate years. Sometimes, I look at the lives of people who have graduated last semester, and try to figure out how they're "making it", what they're doing and how they started. I haven't come to much of a conclusion, but one thing I have noticed is what they are NOT starving and living on the streets, let alone living with their parents. Since I am planning on somewhat depending on my parents for a little while, I should be fine. No, I will be fine. I need to figure out exactly what God is calling me to do NEXT and then do it. And then again. And again - walking by faith and not by sight. It has a whole new connotation to me now, but that's a good thing.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, November 21, 2011
introducing myself finally!
Hi, I'm Emily. I live with Amanda. I used to live with Mary.
Come January I will live with both of them. I'm not a great
writer because my communication strengths lay in visual
communication (2D art & dance). Except research papers!
I'm good at writing research papers. And I love to read.
If you know me at all, even a little bit, you know I'm a talker.
I talk alot. So when I post on this blog I will try to pretend
I'm just having a verbal conversation rather than writing.
That'll help me shake the nervous feelings I get when I
have to publicly write. I like cats.
Blog posts don't feel right to me without pictures,
so I will probably have a picture each time - even if it's
unrelated to the post. Which it probably often will be.
Come January I will live with both of them. I'm not a great
writer because my communication strengths lay in visual
communication (2D art & dance). Except research papers!
I'm good at writing research papers. And I love to read.
If you know me at all, even a little bit, you know I'm a talker.
I talk alot. So when I post on this blog I will try to pretend
I'm just having a verbal conversation rather than writing.
That'll help me shake the nervous feelings I get when I
have to publicly write. I like cats.
Blog posts don't feel right to me without pictures,
so I will probably have a picture each time - even if it's
unrelated to the post. Which it probably often will be.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
"christian music" and alcohol.
while reading this, i found myself shouting in agreement at least every few sentences.
first of all, yes! "christian music" is so easily recognizable on the radio to me, and i could never really find words to explain why it was so easy be flipping through stations, recognize the "christian music" and then inadvertently roll my eyes or feel embarrassed. this blog post by michael gungor of gungor (check their music out!) put words to what i was feeling. christian "artists" are making cheap and cheesy "art" and it all seems the same, and it all seems shallow...the opposite of what it should be. christians are called to be deeply creative; we have been created by a Creator who made us all ridiculously unique and deep and complicated in our own ways. i also agree with the article in that their are SOME christian artists who are making real art, real music from the depths of their humanity...but there are so many songs on the radio created to make sad christians feel happy, rather than to portray the depths of the human soul and point other deep human souls to Jesus, the only one who can give them real, meaningful peace (which, by the way, does not mean you pretend to be happy and nonchalant all the time). it's a matter of these "christian artists" choosing sentimentality over honesty and truthfulness, i think.
ahem. next, the alcohol issue. ALCOHOL IS NOT SINFUL. Jesus drank alcohol=God drank alcohol. Jesus made alcohol=God made alcohol. Alcohol is not sinful. It is not sinful to go out for a glass of wine with friends, in fact, i think it's a beautiful thing to spend time with friends drinking glasses of wine and talking about life and loving each other. GO OUT FOR A GLASS OF WINE PEOPLE. obviously, there is a point when you can be drinking too much alcohol. and an alcoholic person probably should not even touch alcohol, and their friends should love them enough to refrain from drinking in their presence. but the same goes for other things...food. there is a point when you eat too much food, or when you demand delicacy (read the screwtape letters by c.s. lewis, i think its chapter 6 or something in there...such a good depiction of the gluttony of delicacy). reading books at the library (this one's for the book nerds like myself). there is a point when you're reading so many books that you lose touch with reality or you neglect reading God's word. and the list goes on. the point is, anything can be taken too far, and alcohol is just another thing that gets taken too far sometimes. but that doesn't make it inherently evil or sinful to drink it.
anyway, here's the actual post, you should read it. let us all know what you think:
Zombies, Wine, and Christian Music
P.S. I would like to give a warm welcome to all of you from Russia who keep reading this blog, according to the stats. Привет!
first of all, yes! "christian music" is so easily recognizable on the radio to me, and i could never really find words to explain why it was so easy be flipping through stations, recognize the "christian music" and then inadvertently roll my eyes or feel embarrassed. this blog post by michael gungor of gungor (check their music out!) put words to what i was feeling. christian "artists" are making cheap and cheesy "art" and it all seems the same, and it all seems shallow...the opposite of what it should be. christians are called to be deeply creative; we have been created by a Creator who made us all ridiculously unique and deep and complicated in our own ways. i also agree with the article in that their are SOME christian artists who are making real art, real music from the depths of their humanity...but there are so many songs on the radio created to make sad christians feel happy, rather than to portray the depths of the human soul and point other deep human souls to Jesus, the only one who can give them real, meaningful peace (which, by the way, does not mean you pretend to be happy and nonchalant all the time). it's a matter of these "christian artists" choosing sentimentality over honesty and truthfulness, i think.
ahem. next, the alcohol issue. ALCOHOL IS NOT SINFUL. Jesus drank alcohol=God drank alcohol. Jesus made alcohol=God made alcohol. Alcohol is not sinful. It is not sinful to go out for a glass of wine with friends, in fact, i think it's a beautiful thing to spend time with friends drinking glasses of wine and talking about life and loving each other. GO OUT FOR A GLASS OF WINE PEOPLE. obviously, there is a point when you can be drinking too much alcohol. and an alcoholic person probably should not even touch alcohol, and their friends should love them enough to refrain from drinking in their presence. but the same goes for other things...food. there is a point when you eat too much food, or when you demand delicacy (read the screwtape letters by c.s. lewis, i think its chapter 6 or something in there...such a good depiction of the gluttony of delicacy). reading books at the library (this one's for the book nerds like myself). there is a point when you're reading so many books that you lose touch with reality or you neglect reading God's word. and the list goes on. the point is, anything can be taken too far, and alcohol is just another thing that gets taken too far sometimes. but that doesn't make it inherently evil or sinful to drink it.
anyway, here's the actual post, you should read it. let us all know what you think:
Zombies, Wine, and Christian Music
P.S. I would like to give a warm welcome to all of you from Russia who keep reading this blog, according to the stats. Привет!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
World Religions
I've been thoroughly enjoying my "Western Religions" class this semester, and it really makes me want to visit houses of worship for other religions! Have any of you ever visited temples, mosques, or other types of churches? I want to know :)
happy thursday,
Kelsey
happy thursday,
Kelsey
Friday, November 4, 2011
five things :)
I forgot to list my five favorite things of late! Right now, my favorites include:
1. An iced, venti, unsweetened, light ice & light water, green tea from Starbucks. But really, any decaf tea will do :)
2. Going to daily mass. I'm Catholic, and it puts me in a calming mood to go to 8am mass any morning that I can. Hearing the Bible readings and reflecting before the day is extremely comforting.
3. My cat, Coco. (Even when I hear hairballs-in-progress at 3am...)
4. Seeing the old people checking out books at the library where I work. They never fail to be extremely adorable.
5. Harry Potter anything. Deathly Hallows Part 2 comes out on DVD on the 11th, and I can't wait!
Hope you're all going to have a lovely weekend!
Kelsey
1. An iced, venti, unsweetened, light ice & light water, green tea from Starbucks. But really, any decaf tea will do :)
2. Going to daily mass. I'm Catholic, and it puts me in a calming mood to go to 8am mass any morning that I can. Hearing the Bible readings and reflecting before the day is extremely comforting.
3. My cat, Coco. (Even when I hear hairballs-in-progress at 3am...)
4. Seeing the old people checking out books at the library where I work. They never fail to be extremely adorable.
5. Harry Potter anything. Deathly Hallows Part 2 comes out on DVD on the 11th, and I can't wait!
Hope you're all going to have a lovely weekend!
Kelsey
memories and me
Hi, I'm Elisabeth and I'm currently an undergraduate student for 42 more days. That's pretty much what I think about lately (that and my impending doom future). But some things that I enjoy consist of:
Learning: I'm a huge fan of actually taking the time to figure stuff out, letting it seep into your mind sometimes more slowly than you'd like, but quick enough to not get discouraged. I am particularly partial to the subjects of philosophy, culture, social norms (which includes a strange fixation I currently entertain regarding birthday cakes and patterns of behavior...yes, I'm mostly serious.), art theory & Modernity, Christian theology, and literature & English grammar.
Rain: I really enjoy a rainy day much more than a sunny one. Perhaps moving to Los Angeles was not the best idea in this department. Portland could be next.
Dreaming: I love dreams; sometimes, it's almost like living another life at night - but not like that. I go to bed never knowing what's going to come up and wake up either confused or intrigued by my unconscious self.
Thinking: This probably is categorized in the first topic, but I don't think you have to be learning to be thinking. Sometimes it's more like reflection or processing.
Here's something I have written on the topic of memories, because Amanda and Kelsey's discussion below reminded me of this in particular.
What brought me to my mental and physical place?
Events from the past now exist mainly in the faulty recesses of my mind. The events my memories are based on have built me, raised me, educated me, contemplated me, critiqued me, supported me, and entertained me. But most of all they have transported me. I am only sitting in La Mirada, California and not Elmhurst, Illinois or anywhere else on the face of the earth because of what has happened to me.
But memories are more than “things that happen to me”. They are also “things I remember”. Sometimes, my mind tries to create one without the other; rememberings without happenings or happenings without rememberings. These are possible produce, but they are not memories.
By remembering a space, I am remembering more than just four walls. In addition to how I felt, I am also wrenching forwards what I know now. Without the space, I would have nowhere to place and root the experience. By nature, the space is both the container for my rememberings and the conductor for the happenings.
The interesting thing about memories is that you can only ever interpret and piece them together in light of “now”. They are not infallible. Memories morph and grow and shrink and may even be in a continual, unconscious state of flux. But what does it mean to remember and consider “then” and “now” at the same time? What kind of a space does this create? Does it alter the role of the space to become something in between a container and a conductor? Is it a maintainer?
The "maintainer" can be different for different people; in fact, it should be different for yourself at various stages of your life. Just something to think about.
Learning: I'm a huge fan of actually taking the time to figure stuff out, letting it seep into your mind sometimes more slowly than you'd like, but quick enough to not get discouraged. I am particularly partial to the subjects of philosophy, culture, social norms (which includes a strange fixation I currently entertain regarding birthday cakes and patterns of behavior...yes, I'm mostly serious.), art theory & Modernity, Christian theology, and literature & English grammar.
Rain: I really enjoy a rainy day much more than a sunny one. Perhaps moving to Los Angeles was not the best idea in this department. Portland could be next.
Dreaming: I love dreams; sometimes, it's almost like living another life at night - but not like that. I go to bed never knowing what's going to come up and wake up either confused or intrigued by my unconscious self.
Thinking: This probably is categorized in the first topic, but I don't think you have to be learning to be thinking. Sometimes it's more like reflection or processing.
Here's something I have written on the topic of memories, because Amanda and Kelsey's discussion below reminded me of this in particular.
What brought me to my mental and physical place?
Events from the past now exist mainly in the faulty recesses of my mind. The events my memories are based on have built me, raised me, educated me, contemplated me, critiqued me, supported me, and entertained me. But most of all they have transported me. I am only sitting in La Mirada, California and not Elmhurst, Illinois or anywhere else on the face of the earth because of what has happened to me.
But memories are more than “things that happen to me”. They are also “things I remember”. Sometimes, my mind tries to create one without the other; rememberings without happenings or happenings without rememberings. These are possible produce, but they are not memories.
By remembering a space, I am remembering more than just four walls. In addition to how I felt, I am also wrenching forwards what I know now. Without the space, I would have nowhere to place and root the experience. By nature, the space is both the container for my rememberings and the conductor for the happenings.
The interesting thing about memories is that you can only ever interpret and piece them together in light of “now”. They are not infallible. Memories morph and grow and shrink and may even be in a continual, unconscious state of flux. But what does it mean to remember and consider “then” and “now” at the same time? What kind of a space does this create? Does it alter the role of the space to become something in between a container and a conductor? Is it a maintainer?
The "maintainer" can be different for different people; in fact, it should be different for yourself at various stages of your life. Just something to think about.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
"There are no unwanted children, just unfound families."
Nice to meet all of you new, and old, friends. Here are some of my thoughts on adoption (some of you may have read this via my personal blog here but for those who don't I thought I'd share).
It's National Adoption Month.
Adoption is an issue that is near and dear to my family as my two brothers are adopted, and is becoming more and more of a passion as I work with children and families in adoption in my internship this fall.
It is an issue of social justice. There are thousands of kids in this country, and in this state, without a family to be theirs forever. They have no sense of permanency or commitment. They are waiting for mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters to love them no matter what. They are just waiting.
My eyes get to see the faces of these kids every week, but yours don't. I get to hear their pains and stories ridden with more abandonment than any of us will ever know. As human beings, citizens of this country, and as followers of Jesus, we are called to act.
To stay silent is to say we think this is okay. And it is not okay for children to go to bed wondering where they will live next year or the next day. They are desperate for the everlasting love of a family, a family that will not leave them, no matter what may come. No matter what.
Adoption is not easy, and the journey is far from smooth, but it is beautiful. It is the greatest gift you could ever give a child.
In one way or another, God calls us all to take care of the orphans, and I know that doesn't mean adoption is God's calling for everyone. But he calls everyone to act. So many of us have a lot to give. Yes, it is sacrificial, but so was God's adoption of us.
We were orphans before He made a way for us to become His children, through the greatest sacrifice of His son. As Christians we now have a forever home and family in Jesus Christ. His sacrifice was the greatest, and He asks us to sacrifice for others. How much of us have the love, time, money, and commitment to give, but are just too selfish to do so?
Let's take some time this month to think of what it means for us to be adopted as God's children, and ask God what He would have us do to love those without families.
It's National Adoption Month.
Adoption is an issue that is near and dear to my family as my two brothers are adopted, and is becoming more and more of a passion as I work with children and families in adoption in my internship this fall.
It is an issue of social justice. There are thousands of kids in this country, and in this state, without a family to be theirs forever. They have no sense of permanency or commitment. They are waiting for mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters to love them no matter what. They are just waiting.
My eyes get to see the faces of these kids every week, but yours don't. I get to hear their pains and stories ridden with more abandonment than any of us will ever know. As human beings, citizens of this country, and as followers of Jesus, we are called to act.
To stay silent is to say we think this is okay. And it is not okay for children to go to bed wondering where they will live next year or the next day. They are desperate for the everlasting love of a family, a family that will not leave them, no matter what may come. No matter what.
Adoption is not easy, and the journey is far from smooth, but it is beautiful. It is the greatest gift you could ever give a child.
In one way or another, God calls us all to take care of the orphans, and I know that doesn't mean adoption is God's calling for everyone. But he calls everyone to act. So many of us have a lot to give. Yes, it is sacrificial, but so was God's adoption of us.
We were orphans before He made a way for us to become His children, through the greatest sacrifice of His son. As Christians we now have a forever home and family in Jesus Christ. His sacrifice was the greatest, and He asks us to sacrifice for others. How much of us have the love, time, money, and commitment to give, but are just too selfish to do so?
Let's take some time this month to think of what it means for us to be adopted as God's children, and ask God what He would have us do to love those without families.
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