noli me tangere

So I am graduating next week. FINALLY.

So there's no way I can write something as profound as Josh did, but I can give out my Official Advice to Surviving the Rest of High School, As Learnt Thus Far.

*Learn to like coffee.

*Listen to a lot of different music. It helps you remember things. All my junior year is categorized by the music I listened to. Just forget about 'Country', though, unless its Johnny Cash. Some good stuff is Third Eye Blind (I prefer their first CD, self-titled), Copeland, Colbie Caillat, U2, and Ray LaMontagne. Listen to whole CDs, darn it.

*Forget about permits and licenses. Trust me, when you get yours, you'll cry yourself to sleep. The cost of keeping a car is way more than carpooling with your mommy. Besides, car accidents stink.

*Do your homework at home. Seriously.

*Don't volunteer yourself for anything unless you love it.

*Don't find yourself, CREATE yourself.

That's all I got. 

1. What do the poor and the sick have to do with the means of grace?

I love this bit. Wesley talks about God's different channels of grace (which I take to mean salvation?). He says surely acts  of mercy are equal to the means of grace. Being merciful, sympathetic, being Shane Claiborne-ish, to the poor and the sick: all means of grace. Although we know that salvation rests in Jesus, living our lives according to the means of grace is rather adherent to Christianity. 

I love God's different everything. Love it. 

Reflect on Frank's view of poverty, in lieu of the fact that he himself was once rich.

Personally I adore St. Francis for his bravery. He stripped NAKED in front of a BISHOP (could've been someone higher up, I don't remember.) That's brave.

I believe that the personal choice to live in poverty (such as Shane Claiborne's) is one of immense spiritual consequence. What it signifies is complete trust and dependence on Christ, and His providence. So you don't have a job. God provides for the sparrows--how much more for us? Someone will be there for you. Someone, sent by God.

Reminds me of our time in Boston; we saw a lot of poor people on the streets. It's hard to walk by without helping them.  What if I were one of them? 

So St. Francis decision, in my opinion, is one deserving much respect. How many of us could successfully drop our lives and live like he did? We all rely on a standard of living, we all have needs. What if we let God define our standards? 

So the seniors went to Boston last Thurs. and Fri.--I'm sure you missed us IMMENSELY. (Just kidding...)

We did a LOT of walking. My fave part was probably Newbury St. and the hobo wi/the sign, and then Little Italy. I had a cannoli from Mike's Pastry--YUM.

Luckily I can have a cannoli from there whenever next year.

Food for thought:

'Why should your heart not dance?' -C.S. Lewis.

Why not?