A lot of venting happens at the Graduate School of Social Work. And processing. Oddly, I feel very close to my classmates despite not knowing personal details about them, because we talk about life and it's depth constantly: the shame and embarrassment, beauty, fright, impossibility, and intricacy of being human. It's almost like we're taking two years to go through an extensive existential crisis together, to explore every inch of who we are in order to recognize we're messed. Supposedly we're headed to this place of healing and wholeness, a place where we're still impossible but better able to help others (those three letters sure are powerful: M S W). All things considered, I'm in expensive, long-term therapy...
The most amazing thing about being in this program, at this school specifically, is that people name something else, speak out against it, and insist that it's no longer necessary. But the thing that everyone's saying is Jesus. It's Jesus every single time. The pain and brokenness that everyone wants to see changed and eradicated is sin. And the only answer to sin is Jesus.
Ironically, my brain is swimming in a pool of new theory and language, but I go back to what I learned in Sunday school 20 years ago. It's simple yet profound, exactly as redemption should be.
Jesus: making everything complete and beautiful in time.
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