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sometimes it helps to open a book
of course I forgot to pack my journal in my bag today. >.< Which means that while my computer was rejecting the Harvard Wireless in the library and all I wanted to do was write, I couldn't. Perhaps I'll try expounding some of my thoughts here, although for me the computer will never replace the joy of pen & paper.
So, the assignment that was due yesterday for Latin class was expo 26 of hildegard - based off of Luke 15:11-24 - the story of the prodigal son. The way the assignments for Latin work is that there's grammar exercises we do, then translate the bible passage from the Latin vulgate, then translate hildegard's exposition of it. Of course, Tuesday night ended up being a Smithie reunion/candlelight dinner of sorts, which was great fun but meant i didn't start my latin till wednesday morning. And well, that's where things got intense.
When I was younger, I didn't see/understand why everyone loved the story of the prodigal son. For me, it was annoying. When I was younger I always saw myself as the older son. The one that pouts and throws a fit when the younger son returns and is welcomed with open arms. My brother was the riotous one, the one who pushed limits, possibly got in trouble, etc. I was the good little girl. Mommy's litte angel and daddy's little girl. I busted my butt to keep my reputation clean and stay out of trouble. I wouldn't do anything if there was a chance that I would get caught.
My, how things have changed. Now it's all about the prodigal son. I definitely see myself in that character - I see all my flaws and all my doubts. (And when I think I might have moments of perfection,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bad_influence is there to remind me of the things I still want to change about myself). But the concept of being able to mess up that badly and still be welcomed with open arms - it's refreshing and a bit unbelievable. The older I get, the more I mess up and the more stupid things I do, the more amazed I am at that story and the more it touches me.
Translating it yesterday left me emotional and there was no hope of going to Latin. (which makes me a bad student, I know). But it was definitely what my soul & spirit needed - to be reminded of that unconditional, always forgiving divine love.
Christianity might have it's problems, and we all know I can be quick to point those out sometimes, but there's always room for the prodigal son to come home.
And now it's time to pack up and head to class.. and of course i think i have to come back to the library later tonight after classes to get stuff from reserve. (which i hate, btw)
So, the assignment that was due yesterday for Latin class was expo 26 of hildegard - based off of Luke 15:11-24 - the story of the prodigal son. The way the assignments for Latin work is that there's grammar exercises we do, then translate the bible passage from the Latin vulgate, then translate hildegard's exposition of it. Of course, Tuesday night ended up being a Smithie reunion/candlelight dinner of sorts, which was great fun but meant i didn't start my latin till wednesday morning. And well, that's where things got intense.
When I was younger, I didn't see/understand why everyone loved the story of the prodigal son. For me, it was annoying. When I was younger I always saw myself as the older son. The one that pouts and throws a fit when the younger son returns and is welcomed with open arms. My brother was the riotous one, the one who pushed limits, possibly got in trouble, etc. I was the good little girl. Mommy's litte angel and daddy's little girl. I busted my butt to keep my reputation clean and stay out of trouble. I wouldn't do anything if there was a chance that I would get caught.
My, how things have changed. Now it's all about the prodigal son. I definitely see myself in that character - I see all my flaws and all my doubts. (And when I think I might have moments of perfection,
bad_influence is there to remind me of the things I still want to change about myself). But the concept of being able to mess up that badly and still be welcomed with open arms - it's refreshing and a bit unbelievable. The older I get, the more I mess up and the more stupid things I do, the more amazed I am at that story and the more it touches me. Translating it yesterday left me emotional and there was no hope of going to Latin. (which makes me a bad student, I know). But it was definitely what my soul & spirit needed - to be reminded of that unconditional, always forgiving divine love.
Christianity might have it's problems, and we all know I can be quick to point those out sometimes, but there's always room for the prodigal son to come home.
And now it's time to pack up and head to class.. and of course i think i have to come back to the library later tonight after classes to get stuff from reserve. (which i hate, btw)