Renewal & Rest

Richmond's Renewal

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From the day we are born we are taught nobody cares and that nobody can help.
— Daquan Morton, age 17
So, why church? The short answer is because the Holy Spirit formed it to be a colony of heaven in the country of death… an appointed gathering of named people in particular places who practice a life of resurrection in a world in which death gets the biggest headlines: death of nations, death of civilization, death of marriage, death of careers, obituaries without end.
— Eugene Peterson

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Broken People

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‘You’re starving.’
The girl didn’t move, only said, ‘Uh-duh.’
’I’m starving, too,’ Olive said. The girl looked over at her. ‘I am,’ Olive said. ‘Why do you think I eat every donut in sight?’
’You’re not starving,’ Nina said with disgust.
’Sure I am. We all are.’
— Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge

Hope, Riches, Power

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Probably the most dangerous thing about college education, at least in my own case, is that it enables my tendency to over-intellectualize stuff, to get lost in abstract arguments inside my head instead of simply paying attention to what’s going on right in front of me. Paying attention to what’s going on inside me. As I’m sure you guys know by now, it is extremely difficult to stay alert and attentive instead of getting hypnotized by the constant monologue inside your own head. Twenty years after my own graduation, I have come gradually to understand that the liberal-arts cliché about ‘teaching you how to think’ is actually shorthand for a much deeper, more serious idea: ‘Learning how to think’ really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed.
— David Foster Wallace