The Siren's Song

Tonight was labor day, so that could have been really bad because if you don't have plans on labor day you probably aren't loved, but I had plans! I went to a big pot luck dinner at a house where there were a bunch of international people! I was invited by (as I've mentioned before) my Nigerian science teacher. I had great conversations showing him the pictures of my trip. We were both very encouraged by our shared experience, and I also talked a lot to his daughter Kimwa, who is 22 and has been in the states since she was 15. Great night, especially when compared to yesterday.

I finished one of the two short stories I had talked about earlier, it's loosely based on a fragment of Walt Whitman's life, and the protagonist in the story has the name Walt so it's quite blatant. But, during the Civil War, Whitman used to go through the hospitals giving the soldiers treats and talking with them and showing them unconditional, Christ-like love. Whitman's heroic deeds inspired me into a world of grace and hope, and so my short story reflects this hope. This unconditional grace.

The other short story is when grace is taken and destroyed. The world of my second story is a world of ungrace. I'll probably write that Wednesday and have both stories typed on my computer friday, so if you would like to read them let me know. Just leave a post or something and I'll get them to you. 

(I'm in trouble for the things I need, hey Monkey don't you wanna be needed too?)