I took a walk in a forest preserve today. Finally. Fresh air, trees, deer, no cars or buildings in sight...
It made me think of a lot of things.
I thought about the futile things we put so much importance in.
I thought about how easily we lose our sense of wonder.
I thought about how I had been raised and taught to appreciate the things that matter.
I thought about how much human beings have complicated the life God has given us.
I thought about what's really me and what's done to please or fit it or conform.

Life in Chicago is good. It has its high points (church, hanging with Marie,being in a new place, etc). It also has its lows. It's been emotionally difficult to live among the rich. Not because I envy them, but because I am just overwhelmed. I don't feel like I am around real people. It's like people are having to play into a certain role... But what's underneath all that?

This is the church community I am currently hoping I can call my home for a little while: Sojourn