Where I've Been: What I've Learned

I've been to Kozy's Pizza, where I learned how to swear creatively; sing along with P!nk; make seven different steak subs at once; work 12 hour shifts. I learned how to talk about Jesus; I learned how to NOT evangelize anyone EVER because it is SCARY.

I've been to New England Camp Cherith, where I learned how to shoot weapons; make 13 year olds believe I was cool; preach a sermon; light a campfire. I learned how to be a Christian; I learned that Christianity was sort of a big deal.

I've been to UNH where I learned that there were other people in the world who liked to argue until they were out of breath; that there were other people who really really wanted to know what made reality tick; that  I didn't have to take crap like "you think too much" from people; that Christianity maybe didn't make sense, philosophically and that that was complicated DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.

I've been to Montana where I learned that if you want peace, it's going to have to be inner; that if you want friends, you're going to have to know what makes a good friend; that if you want to be skinny, you can't eat Lucky Charms five or six or seven times a day; that if you want to look cool, you'll probably have to give up doing everything that you love and it definitely won't be worth it.

I've been to L'Abri where I learned that sitting with questions is more important than having answers; that reality is what happens when all the technology dies; that real friends are worth fighting for but sometimes not worth dying for; that Jesus is more solid than anything else in the world;  that until you stop trying to make something happen nothing real will ever happen.

I've been to a monastery and learned that you really only need toast and apples to survive; that music is better when it's rare; that really life is best with a book and tea and sunlight; that Europe is nice but America is home.

I've been to Kentucky and am still learning.