Oh my. A week has gone by. That's a shame. I'm to blame. Where's the time gone? I fear to be shown. I need to organize, for it's time again to prioritize.
Today was my Fall Break, and what a B E A Utiful break it was. I rather liked it. I relaxed yesterday and did just a small bit of homework. I knitted a great deal- that was nice.
Thursday night I went with my "favorite charity case" (otherwise known as Belle Grober) to the Newman Center for pizza. The Salve Regina Newman Center is our Catholic ministry on campus and also St. Luke's parsonage for their priest.
The Newman Center had a get-to-gether to celebrate the short break, as well as to have something for those who cannot go home, like Belle (for non-regular readers, she hails from New Zealand). Hence we've taken to calling her our little charity case or project.
All in all, the party was a nice event and I'm glad I was able to attend with Belle. We walked and talked on the way home and I ended with, "I'm sincere about this, if you ever want me to go again, just tell me."
You woulda thought I gave her the world! "Ahh! Thank you Colton!" she exclaimed as she wrapped me into a life threatening embrace.
"What?!" I said, kinda shocked, but not really, "you're not weird because you're Catholic!"
"I know. It's just nice to be reminded of that sometimes. Ta mate! [in American English: thank you friend]"
It's rather sad that we still have such a poor Protestant/Catholic relationship. I am a Disciple, unashamedly so. However Belle is a disciple, which I am too. How often it is that we think it is the "big D" that defines us, when the "little d" is just as important.
I have love to give the Catholic Church. First and foremost, they're the primary institution that carried Christianity to the reformation. Among other reasons is that they are still communities of faith, they may carry unique ideas, but they try to fully believe in those unique ideas, and it is ultimately another part of the One Body- that same one body of which I belong.
In the Disciples-with-a-big-D church, we have what is called Reconciliation Ministry, which helps to mend the conflicts of opposing cultures that so often plague us. I hope that within this still-vital ministry we are or can recognize the differences between these divisions, not just between skin color, economic status, or culture, but also within Christianity. That this ministry is or will push us to yearn to celebrate these differences that make us who we are, and also make our mutual faith so much rich and vibrant, while also noting that we are still brothers and sisters, hand-in-hand and step-by-step.
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