Many a classmate and friend find the articles in Scriptum entertaining and insightful. According to them, the articles both make them laugh and cry at the same time. They are reminded of that period in their lives--of a time that holds so many memories of a place, of a separate peace.
Perhaps that is a common sway to all those who have trudged the hallowed grounds of our IHMS.
The articles are no mere chronicle of secular and trivial events, but rather of a sublime life journey with God.
We moved in the crowd. We made memories together. But alongside that road--the events chronicled in these pages--is a lonely path that only the individual can walk with God. Indeed our journey was a walk, not unlike the road to Emmaus. It was a journey we young hearts took while discerning the will of God for each one of us.
We laughed with each other; exchanged stories. We were always together, and sought each other. We set common activities together. But in the silence of our hearts we knew we were journeying alone with God. We had to make our own life choices. We had to set our own vision and future path.
It was something that had to be taken.
The stories we weaved were significant distractions in life. Behind each story is a story of awakening, of growing, of finding God in our life.
This is what makes our stories poignant. It speaks of the lonely path that we had to take. It tells of the truth. And it tells of the beauty of traveling down that path with our God.
The journey continues several years after IHMS. The individual sharing during our class reunion confirms that.
We only hope that we will discern His presence in our continuing journey and remain faithful to Him in the end . . . at least, until we meet again for the next reunion. (nox arcamo)
Perhaps that is a common sway to all those who have trudged the hallowed grounds of our IHMS.
The articles are no mere chronicle of secular and trivial events, but rather of a sublime life journey with God.
We moved in the crowd. We made memories together. But alongside that road--the events chronicled in these pages--is a lonely path that only the individual can walk with God. Indeed our journey was a walk, not unlike the road to Emmaus. It was a journey we young hearts took while discerning the will of God for each one of us.
We laughed with each other; exchanged stories. We were always together, and sought each other. We set common activities together. But in the silence of our hearts we knew we were journeying alone with God. We had to make our own life choices. We had to set our own vision and future path.
It was something that had to be taken.
The stories we weaved were significant distractions in life. Behind each story is a story of awakening, of growing, of finding God in our life.
This is what makes our stories poignant. It speaks of the lonely path that we had to take. It tells of the truth. And it tells of the beauty of traveling down that path with our God.
The journey continues several years after IHMS. The individual sharing during our class reunion confirms that.
We only hope that we will discern His presence in our continuing journey and remain faithful to Him in the end . . . at least, until we meet again for the next reunion. (nox arcamo)
