People keep asking what I am looking for with a Journalism degree. The more I explain my goals and dreams, the more I feel like I have to reevaluate my whole life; everyone seems to give me looks of disapproval and they make me feel like I’m totally insane.
Maybe my dreams of being a journalist in a big city are too juvenile. Maybe my dreams of being a missionary and the possibility of not even earning a salary doing that are too much for those that are obsessed with being rich to handle.
Meredith and I were talking about how nothing in this world means anything. Nothing. Zip. Nada. We as Christians should be worried about the life after this place, and about taking as many people with us as possible. (ok, that sounded like we’re a cult) So why does making so much money even matter? I am convinced that some people are blessed in their finances so that they can help others out, but others, such as myself, are blessed with…being ok with simplicity…?
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