Life evolves ever so slight, making it difficult to write about the events in the Kelly house, at least it seems to me. Anyway, there have been a number of things to write about, so I will give you the highlights. Alex and I are attending church at Park Slope Presbyterian, a quaint church about 20 blocks from our apartment (the morning service is only four blocks away, but, because of our schedules, we attend evening service at a different location). The congregants are pleasant and welcoming. The sermons are lightly spoken, a difference that makes me miss Mars Hill, though heavy in content. The services remind me of the Catholic church that my family attended while I was maturing as a young adult and Christian, which is a fond memory. The tone of the pastor is not what Alex and I are accustomed to, so it’s difficult from time to time to keep up and be energetic about the message, which has been good thus far. What really brings us to the church every week is that it is a community of believers who care about each other. We are looking for a family here in New York, and I think we have a family in Christ. Praise God that most of the people who attend are young professionals and many of them have connections in publishing and photography.
My work is exhausting. I don’t want to sound like a crybaby, but I am tired. I am sick of working jobs where I don’t care about anything. I want something where I can be excited from time to time about my work. I don’t need to work in publishing, especially at this juncture in my life, though it would be great; what I do desire more than anything is to do something that is worthwhile, and important—a word that normally means changing the world, though I mean it as aiding a small populace in a meaningful way. The other day, m…
Sorry, I didn’t finish this entry, but I thought I should post it anyway.
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