Often, I find I contradict myself with what I write. I suppose it's good to find out where you're inconsistent. Or maybe, after you've explored one side, you then move on to the other side.
For example, the other day I wrote that I've let a sheltered life. Of course, that's a relative thing. I've moved from one continent to another at age 15, adjusted to a new culture. I went to public High School. I lost my mother right after that. I got married pretty soon. Then in more mid-- life it seemed everyone around us was having divorces of varying levels of nastiness. Some very nasty. And so on. People kept their drug use quiet.
Now, the awareness of the prevalence of drug use, violence and partying around us, is new to me. At first, it seemed random and outrageous, now I'm shocked by the prevalence and in-your-faceness, the normalcy. The kids say, Gibbons was a good town to grow up in. Everyone took and believed in the drug awareness program (DARE course). They all knew drugs were very, very bad, but once you hit the grade 8/9 onward, it's a different world.
What is it that's new to me?
-- that I see things that were there before, but I did not know about or did not pay attention to
-- that are new
-- that have changed in character and frequency?
Sermon: Transfiguration - 2018
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