last night i attended a small concert at the frame gallery. the artist was this guy tom conlon from somewhere in pennsylvania, i believe. something he said about hope really struck me. he was talking about the all too happy hymn “I’ll Fly Away” and that it doesnt make sense to sing that song so…
WHY am I here? why did God create me?what am i supposed to be doing with my life? what is the point? what is the purpose of the rest of my days here on earth? and will I feel satisfied with what I am doing? does anyone else wonder these things?
if you know me beyond the shallow “how are you?” in passing, then you know my personality is characterized by melancholy. and though others seems to easily react with and hold on to hope, it doesn’t come easy for me. hope is not my first response. in actuality, my first response to anything major (and…
