How often?
The other day, in my Creative Writing class, I was in reading a piece by Rick Bass entitled "Fire Season".
The essay as a whole struck me. The piece begins with him in a huckleberry patch, where he writes of:
"huckleberry jam in the coming year, and pancakes and muffins and milkshakes"
But huckleberries aren't the point.
This is what struck a cord.
"and I know more than I have ever known that there is no hand of mankind, no technology or science or knowledge, or management directives, the can influence this breath of living, restless earth: And again I feel tiny, puny, even invisible, and it is exhilarating, and I am reminded intensely of what an astounding privilege it is to be alive"
And there I wrote in my quick scribbled handwriting, God.
In class I wanted to raise my hand and say I know the answer; I know what "influences this breath of living, restless earth".
Lately I have been caught is this struggle of why college? I am now an Undecided major, which simply means I am confused. So the question arises, why college? And to be fully honest, I still sit here in confusion over that question.
But I know this, God is in my classes. I can still find God. He there, woven into the essays, the story stories, and the history I study. I can't skim over that. I can't turn away from classes simply because I am asking the question why?
He is there.
You just have to look.
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