Life a Weblog for Young Adults
I just finished watching one of my favorite movies: Forrest Gump. In a strange way, I see the prodigal son appear in the midst of this movie. I see God’s parable to us: a broken person running in all sorts of different directions, but each time she looks, there is one constant in her life.
I walk into Parisian’s to buy some make-up—something to hide the zits on my face and make me beautiful.. As I walk in to buy my $90 chance to fake and impress, I see her out of the corner of my eye. Once I am about five feet in front of her I hear a mechanical, robotic voice say, “Hello”
In our youth, everything is black and white. The coloring books starkly paint the lines; the letters make bold statements as you learn your name in lead. Everything is marked in strong fat lines, and you know which is white, which is black. But we grow, and everyone takes on shades of gray.
I have a sneaking suspicion that there’s more to life than just meeting my own needs and fulfilling my own desires. Deep in my heart, there’s a desire for more: a desire to make a difference in the lives of other people. I must simplify. I must live simply so that others may simply live.
I’m walking home from my meeting tonight and I am at peace. Tonight, peace is like a huge exhale, like setting down a heavy pack after miles of walking and taking a drink of cold water. I haven’t had one urge to drink today, I haven’t even thought about it! That’s God.