A Sentimental Sunday

3 Nov

 “We must delight in each other, make others conditions our own, rejoice together, mourn together, labor and suffer together,always having before our eyes our commission and community in the work, our community as members of the same body.” 

― John Winthrop

            One time a dear friend taught me something that has changed my life, and it’s just too good to keep to myself. So get ready, readers! If this blog were a game of Clue, you’d win the game with Martha in the computer with the wisdom.

            Open your heart to people, wherever you are. Love. Love completely, love big, love  without inhibition. You may fall out of touch, it could be painful when the time comes to separate, but love is life. And love is worth it.

We are a quarter of the way through our time with Change a Heart. I am consistently cognizant of the fact that my time here is finite. I will not live in community forever, serve at Ursuline in the future, or reside in Pittsburgh for the rest of my life. The impermanence of it all can raise the question of its worth. I have nine months left…is it really worth devoting myself wholly to this temporary existence?  I could easily protect my heart, and not allow myself to get attached to the people or the place, for fear of the pain of goodbye. This is an option.

But though a beating heart means you exist, I think an open heart means you’re living. What’s the point if I don’t commit?

So, yes. I can say with 100% honesty that I have committed. I am attached. Pittsburgh, my seniors, and my community have stolen my heart, and I’m not getting it back any time soon.

While I’ve been moved time and time again by my Pals, I think the intentionality with which they live has struck me the most. That intentionality is the difference between simply living with people and living in community. My Pals take the time to look a little deeper, striving to be respectful, caring, and non-judgmental in all they do. They make me a better person.

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            Last Friday Chris had the day off from service. He very easily could have taken the day for himself, and no one would have thought about it twice. But, instead, he spent most of the day preparing an amazing dinner, so when we all came home from our days of service he could serve us. And when I woke up the next morning, there was a dozen donuts waiting on the table—Wes and run out to the local bakery to get us breakfast.

Last night, after the annual Change a Heart Gala, Amy had prepared an array of snacks for the Pals, so the party could continue long into the night. I wasn’t feeling great, so as the Pals kept the party alive downstairs Kim tucked me into her bed upstairs, giving me the space I needed to be well. How are these people so good?!?

            Friday was the Feast of All Saints. I usually think about Saints as awesome dead people who set the world on fire. But  not anymore. Now I see the Saints in my life as very much alive.

I’ve committed, I’m in love, and I am grateful.

 

            

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