Thursday, March 27, 2014

Library Love

Ever since I got my library card this week, I've been all about the reading.



I've also been all about the libraries. 

Jenkintown Library


Here are some photos that I love, for they show the awe-inspiring nature 
of books upon books all in one place. 















Rijksmuseum Research Lib, Amsterdam






















Angelica Library, Rome













Lori Nix





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Trinity College, Dublin






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Stuttgart Library, Germany









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Monday, March 17, 2014

An Ugly Mind



            The school was like a dream.  Spread out over multiple buildings of local bluestone, this private school campus fit thousands of the city’s most ambitious students.  It was spacious and bright and the halls were covered with various cultural relics, apparently for some ongoing school exhibition.  The diverse crowd of students spotted the hallways, laughing and moving quickly, as if returning to a much-anticipated discussion.  They seemed genuinely happy to be in school.  Students seemed to be working together, rather than cutting each other down in the usual teenage fashion.  This place seemed like the ideal workplace for any teacher, regardless of age or teaching philosophy.  It had eager learners, big windows, many extra-curriculars, a snazzy website, a NEW LIBRARY.  Unfortunately, the only thing I could think of when I was dropping off my resume was, “Enjoy the view.  This is the last time you’ll see this place.”  As I found the upper school office and handed the envelope to the smartly dressed secretary, the words seemed almost audible—“You’ll never work at a school like this.  Who are you kidding?”  It didn’t even occur to me that these thoughts were so debasing, so often have I heard them spoken to myself.  I drove away from the Abington school feeling completely defeated—actually knowing that I was defeated.  It was true that I was never going to get that job, but only because I really believed I could not do it.   
            I have had a terribly self-defeating mind for as long as I can remember, but it has only really proven consequential in the past several years since college.  When it comes to anything job related, I seem to buckle and shrink in fear.  So often have I let my mind bully myself into submission, into resignation, fearing to go out and do the things that a “normal” adult seems to accomplish with ease.  I tell myself that any effort I make will end up in failure, so I need to save myself the embarrassment and just not try.  It is a psychological position that I seem to be trapped in—even when I try to muster up any sort of confidence, I know it in my heart to be a façade that will be quickly revealed. 
            So where do I go from here?  Settle for mediocrity and a life of safety?  That makes me feel even worse about myself.  Push for the things seemingly greater than myself and live in constant fear of failure?  That only leads to exhaustion and isolation, which is also unhealthy.  These are the desperate times that I hate and appreciate so much—the paradox of living with an all-sufficient God.         

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Dance On


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John and I are going to the Academy of Music to see Carmina Burana this week.
This opera will combine the dancing skills of the Pennsylvania Ballet with the musical skills of the company's singers and musicians (performing Stravinsky's violin concerto).  I can't wait!  The ballet is one of my favorite forms of art-- there's something about the athleticism of it and the intensity of those who practice it.  I could never have that sort of determination!  The pairing of strength and beauty is a sight to behold.  Here is the Penn. Ballet rehearsing for the upcoming show:






I like watching ballerinas rehearse even more that I enjoy seeing the final performance.  (Maybe I get a bit nervous for them out there under those lights.)  I enjoy those off-stage moments of deep reflection, as they push back the worries of the day-- classroom dysfunction and arguments with fellow dancers, finding a way to pay rent, planning the upcoming holiday weekend in New York-- all thought of with the count of eight beating interminably in the background.

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Brigitte Bardot at practice



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Let them praise His name with dancing, and make music to him with tambourine and harp.
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Psalm 149:3



George Balanchine Dance
  

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Get Wisdom


            
Sunrise in Mexico
        It has been ages since I’ve written anything of my life or state of mind at current.  That is because during these past few months I have been moving inside a twister of changes, decisions, and transitions.  My mind has had a hard time staying present at any one thought for more than a few seconds, let alone an hour or so for written reflection.  I’m starting to get the feeling that this will be a more accurate picture of life in the states during this season—rushing through responsibilities as neatly and quickly as possible, mustering up any intentionality I can, all while trying to take away any ounce of heavenly-lesson that God may be using amidst the earthly chaos.  John and I have been reading through Proverbs, which I am hoping will quiet my attention-deficit mind and redirect my chronically self-absorbed heart.  I feel lost in this new season of life and fear that my greenness will lead me to make dumb decisions that will disappoint my friends, family, community, and Sudanese friends.  I’ve been searching for wisdom, particularly as a new wife, an out-of-towner, and a job seeker, by trusting my gut instinct and continuing to move forward so I can see external progress.  I daily forget that wisdom is only received through faith, given by the One who defines it.  When Jesus gives advice to his disciples he says, “You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit.”  (John 15:16) Good fruit cannot be willfully created by myself—both a humbling and a freeing realization. 

God has been good to teach me a few things as I adjust to this new phase of adulthood in Philadelphia.  I thought I’d share some.

1.     My fears reveal my faith (or lack thereof):  
I’ve been facing a lot of fears here in Philly—driving busy streets, applying to new schools, confronting Western culture, and communicating the good the bad and the ugly with my new husband.  All these things shake my fragile bones and reveal how weak and incapable I really am.  It is sad to realize how little I trust God’s provision in my life.  Even sadder is that the people around me have to witness this utter lack of faith.  God has been reminding me that only He can bring real peace, so to lose the fear, I have to lose control and fall freely into the arms of the Almighty God.  
    
2.     Hope is good: 
In the words of Andy Dufresne, “Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”  Life in America depresses me.  Here, I see and feel the overwhelming paradox of complete emptiness and fear amidst all the excess and pride.  As a believer, I can’t simply resign myself to the cynicism of this broken world.  Yes, there is pain and suffering; I cannot deny that.  I of all people am prone to look at the world through a darker lense. However, hope is real and it needs to shape my public life.  The hope of the gospel should propel me to act towards justice, to give of myself as the Lord calls me to.  “Do not withhold good from those who deserve it, when it is in your power to act.  Do not say to your neighbor, ‘Come back later; I’ll give it tomorrow’—when you now have it with you.”  (Proverbs 3:27,28)  I must keep moving out in love, giving with the belief that God is really making all things for good.

3.     Grace upon grace: 
Working on a small team in South Sudan, I got used to examining the sins, not only of myself, but also of others.  I spent time talking through conflict and used up much of my emotional reserves to make sense of the strange and powerful idols in the hearts of man.  When I found out I’d be spending more time in the states, I looked forward to not having to address this “sin issue” so frequently.  I quickly realized how wrong I was.  Living with parents, planning a wedding, moving to a new city, and getting married all shoved me into the fire, reminding me of the power of sin in both myself and in others.  Of course, in America, sin looks different.  People hide their sin behind smiling faces and busy schedules, words of empty agreement, and hours behind computer screens.  It is a bit more veiled, which can make it even scarier.  People are less aware of their own sin, and I feel the gnawing urge to reveal this ignorance to them (completely forgetting about my own sin, of course).  Here in the states I am around many more strange people, whose chaotic lives have to unfortunately overlap with mine, messing up the order and peace that I have so obsessively tried to maintain.  Luckily for me, God has blessed me with the patience and forgiveness, otherwise known as grace, from friends, family, and my loving husband John.  These people take me as I am, heinous sin and all.  They ask questions and listen.  They send letters and prayers.  Most important, they believe that I am a beloved child of God and make sure to remind me of that each day.  This grace propels me to give out grace, as well—to listen without judgment and to step outside of my controlled world into the world of others.  We are all in this together, after all.   

February, 8'th-- Married!
        

Wisdom is supreme; therefore, get wisdom.  Though it cost all you have,
get understanding.  Esteem her, and she will exalt you;
embrace her, and she will honor you.
-Proverbs 4:7,8