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A lover of the liberal arts, especially antiquity in its diverse forms, I am nonetheless wholly devoted to, utterly transformed by divine revelation. I seek to know the thought of the past, articulate my deepest longings aroused by the wise, and understand the uneasy relationship between reason and revelation; all for the sake of proper action and contemplation, both now and in the future.


Bubbles of the Backburner Pot: or, If You Want To Make God Laugh, Make a Plan; Or, Flying Blind

I had to leave Pasadena, though not without regret. It was an extremely informative time, one in which I spent a great deal of time listening for direction and contemplating my future. I attended Mass nearly every day and spent numerous hours on my knees. I came away with a stronger, clearer urge for the seminary. I am almost certain (still reluctant to lay it down with no chance of the contrary, you see) seminary lies in my future. The only question: what comes before it, if anything? Returning to Illinois via the Crazy Train, I assumed I would try to find a dead-end job at home before the fall, whence I would attend the seminary chosen for me. That was when Great Hearts called. Headmaster Diane Bishop told me a position in the faculty had opened and that she was attempting to fill it immediately. If hired, I would be teaching Ninth Grade Humane Letters (aka seminar) and Economics. I had a phone interview last Wednesday and they asked me to fly out as soon as possible to Phoenix for further conversation and a teaching demo. So I flew to Phoenix on Monday, met with the Headmaster and Head Humane Letters Teacher for lunch, and then taught a class on Huckleberry Finn.

Everything went about as well as it could go, barring their hiring me on the spot. There is one more candidate they are interviewing this week, probably todayish. I shall likely know of their decision this weekend. If they offer me the position, I should probably accept and move to Phoenix, where I would likely stay for two or three years, hopefully teaching Eleventh Grade Humane Letters and Greek. In being offered the job I should see the hand of God; likewise, if the position were refused to me, I should see further confirmation in going to seminary in the fall. So: how am I being prepared for this latter destination, and what course shall I take? I feel as though I am flying blind, but oddly enough I am calm - at least for the moment, for I do so like to have plans laid out well in advance, and drawing ever closer to the end of my grace period with no further plans sometimes worries me, but God will act in his own time, and even if the Great Hearts position is not for me, he will provide for me. I must only seek him with all my soul  and all these things shall be added to me.