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Come Fly With Me | Part I | Taming Beasts



Three weeks ago I submitted an essay that I had spent three weeks writing for a Grad School application for Teaching. Everything was in order except my Academic Resume. That would be the easy part, I figured. It's just a list of Facts. 

I hopped on Canva (as Millennials do) and set to work creating a Beautiful piece of Art. But I never finished it (can any Artists relate?) To make matters worse, I looked up examples of Grad School Academic Resumes (after spending hours formatting my Artsy resume) and, Comparing, realized I was miles in the wrong direction. They were all so...Wordy. And all of the examples only had two colors: Black & White. 

Consistent with my modus operandi, I waited until hours before the application deadline to press "Submit." I had Intended on reformatting my resume to be more "Academic", but I fell instead into a complete mental breakdown over a mean text message. And it wasn't even sent to me. 

One of the fun things about getting to Know Jesus is I've started to catch on to his sense of humor during our Wrestling Matches. Continue with us on our Adventure in the Book of James: 

"Not many of you should become Teachers, my fellow Believers, because you know that we who Teach will be judged more strictly." (James 3:1, NIV)

*facepalm* Okay, You have my attention. Go off, King:

"All kinds of animals, Birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being Tamed and have been Tamed by mankind, but no human being can Tame the Tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.

With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God's likeness." (James 3:7-9, NIV)

In my defense, I have none. I took the first stab. Bad Form. 

"What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don't they come from your Desires that battle within you? You Desire but you do not have, so you kill." (James 4:2, NIV)

You see, I Desired an Apology. And I didn't get one. So I sharpened my Sword. 

I woke up yesterday to an email from the School, saying they see my thirst for Theological Education, but they weren't so sure that the degree program I applied for was the "Best Fit." You don't say? 

Looks like I have a few Prerequisite Lessons to learn first. 

Lesson One: Taming Beasts. 

I never could quite get the hang of it. You may have noticed if you've spotted my two Alaskan pack dogs walking me down the street. 

The word "Taming" doesn't sound very Beautiful to me. One definition reads, "to make less powerful and easier to control." Mhhh...It's giving Ick.

I was told once that my Wild is Beautiful. It felt True then, when I was Caged. Now, I'm not so sure. Now that I'm Free it feels a bit...Dangerous. 

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