From 0ac0969955428548ae9681eb13c2088ec22e90ea Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2021 13:35:04 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/beats/05-no-way-2.md | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/beats/05-no-way-2.md b/writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/beats/05-no-way-2.md index 7cc6864d..ccf3e3c0 100644 --- a/writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/beats/05-no-way-2.md +++ b/writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/beats/05-no-way-2.md @@ -116,7 +116,7 @@ Why must we Catholics wrap our every action up in shame? There must be some root I'm a *therapist*. I should *not* be thinking this way. It's not just wrong, but it reeks of hypocrisy. -Even as a Christian, there is little enough reason for me to think this way. I have read my Ecclesiastes. I have read my Job. I have buried myself in those words, in Job's speeches and of those of his friends'. I have dug through the arguments on theodicy, I have written my essays, taken my tests on the reasons for bad things happening to good people, how not every terrible experience has its roots in sin. I *know* these things. +Even as a Christian, there is little enough reason for me to think this way. I have read my Ecclesiastes. I have read my Job. I have buried myself in those words, in Job's speeches and of those of his friends. I have dug through the arguments on theodicy, I have written my essays, taken my tests on the reasons for bad things happening to good people, how not every terrible experience has its roots in sin. I *know* these things. At least, I thought I did. @@ -308,7 +308,7 @@ For posterity (and an admittedly uneasy sense that I ought to attach just about > > My advisor at St. John's told me that one could think of it like dating. The process of discernment is one of figuring out the relationship between yourself and a potential outcome of that decision before committing to what may be a mistake. > -> That can even be very literal. My parents dated for about two years before they decided to get married. In the context of their social lives and their families, this was an absurdly long period of time, but something about each other just made them want to be extra, extra sure that they were ready to be together forever. It's not that they were at each other's throats or constantly frustrated with each other, either. They were some of the most in-love people I've ever known. This year would have been their fortieth anniversary, and until the day they died, they were still holding hands and giving each other these little fawning glances. +> That can even be very literal. My parents dated for about two years before they decided to get married. In the context of their social lives and their families, this was an absurdly long period of time, but something about each other just made them want to be extra, extra sure that they were ready to be together forever. It's not that they were at each other's throats or constantly frustrated with each other, either. They were some of the most in-love people I've ever known. This year would have been their fortieth anniversary, and until the day they died, they were still holding paws and giving each other these little fawning glances. > > Where my decision to join the clergy failed, that's an example of a decision that worked out well in the end. Extremely well. >