To be far, to be flung, and to be a fancy

A far-flung identity

To have been flung, and flung far no less, is also to have had a point of origin.  I’ve recently moved back to my city of origin after many years in other places. I feel far-flung, as though I can truly call “home” four different places. I was raised in two different cultures and have since had to assimilate other cultures. I was raised with significant exposure to a wide variety of Christian denominations. I struggle to hold in peaceful harmony, or even in tension, the many identities I’ve been given. Who am I? I think I am something apart from all these influences. More specifically, if you want to know my educational background, I have a Master’s degree in religion from a divinity school, and I am about to finish a law degree.

From whence flung?

Everyone should apply to some graduate program just to be forced to account for the totality of one’s life, one’s experiences, one’s passions, and one’s goals in 750 words. As I wrote my application essay, I found one thread coursing quietly through the foreign countries, disparate religious groups, and unrelated academic interests. I explained it in a word:

When I was in high-school, I started a newspaper for the school and called it the Logophile. Love of words, writing, language, surely. Love of the logic so seldom displayed by the school’s administration. Love of the Logos: the animating principle of the universe, Truth, and within Christian thought, Christ. This one word, logophile, had the capacity to describe me nearly completely. I’m not entirely sure where to fit the plastic arts. Any large amount of unstructured time leaves me sketching, painting, or constructing something. But all of these aspects of my personality are anchored in the Logos.

In Him we live and move and have our being.

Fancies

The topics of this blog are themselves far-flung. There are some things I really care about, and I encourage you to take me seriously. But I don’t suppose blogs have much influence, and this one is a bit like a journal. These are my thoughts. Not all of them. But some that I’d like to have in print, for your entertainment or edification.