Chicago
"Lost and found; ailing wanderers
Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems
Leavers always say
Broken hearted; separated
Orphans always say
War creators; racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers; fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
Saviors always say... Oh my God"
I just listened to the song "Oh my God" by Jars of Clay and it is so perfect for our trip. If you haven't heard the whole song you have got to listen to it or at least check out the rest of the lyrics.
In one of our meetings a couple weeks ago, two professors from the sociology department came in and talked to us about what we should expect while in Chicago. One of the things they said that really ties in with, well everything, was that we should "seek to understand, not to be understood." Of course, that's the advice that scares me the most. Often, I just want to be heard, for someone to relate to me or listen to my problems. But this week we are encouraged to put ourselves aside and just listen to what these people- the ailing wanderers, whores, men with problems, orphans, and the watchful doubters- listen to what they have to say. It's going to be hard, but oh so worth it.
I think the thing that excites me the most about this trip is that it will stretch me way out of my comfort zone. Smelly, frazzled, homeless guy- not the first person I'd have a conversation with. And then to actually sit down and have a conversation with him. Oh man. But something inside me gets so pumped for this. It may be odd, but I am really ready to get out of this affluent, complacent hole called upper middle class living. I want to experience something else.
*God, this is something that has been on my heart a while. Open the eyes of the people on the team. Open the eyes of the people of Chicago. Help us to understand.*
Get pumped!! Only 12 more hours to go!!
-Sarah Scott
Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems
Leavers always say
Broken hearted; separated
Orphans always say
War creators; racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers; fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
Saviors always say... Oh my God"
I just listened to the song "Oh my God" by Jars of Clay and it is so perfect for our trip. If you haven't heard the whole song you have got to listen to it or at least check out the rest of the lyrics.
In one of our meetings a couple weeks ago, two professors from the sociology department came in and talked to us about what we should expect while in Chicago. One of the things they said that really ties in with, well everything, was that we should "seek to understand, not to be understood." Of course, that's the advice that scares me the most. Often, I just want to be heard, for someone to relate to me or listen to my problems. But this week we are encouraged to put ourselves aside and just listen to what these people- the ailing wanderers, whores, men with problems, orphans, and the watchful doubters- listen to what they have to say. It's going to be hard, but oh so worth it.
I think the thing that excites me the most about this trip is that it will stretch me way out of my comfort zone. Smelly, frazzled, homeless guy- not the first person I'd have a conversation with. And then to actually sit down and have a conversation with him. Oh man. But something inside me gets so pumped for this. It may be odd, but I am really ready to get out of this affluent, complacent hole called upper middle class living. I want to experience something else.
*God, this is something that has been on my heart a while. Open the eyes of the people on the team. Open the eyes of the people of Chicago. Help us to understand.*
Get pumped!! Only 12 more hours to go!!
-Sarah Scott
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