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October 20, 2005
Breather
We've returned from our trip to the University of Virginia. Charlottesville is a great place, and we had a tremendous time staying with some friends there. As far as the actual prospect of studying there, though, results were mixed in unexpected places.
As we continue to knock on the heavy door of graduate school, I'm learning that I really have very little knowledge of the door itself, not just what lies beyond it. I feel like I know less and less about what exactly stands between us and graduate work, and I am helpless when it comes to actually pushing through the door myself. Anticipated obstacles topple with barely a tap, but unforseen barriers crop up elsewhere. It's humbling, and it perpetuates tensions between faith and works, calling and contentment, sovereignty and responsibility. And that, I suppose, is why we're knocking, not manhandling the door with a sledgehammer.
Still, there is one thing that I do know. The emotional and aesthetic trauma of being caught in a surge of Cavalier orange right before game time, when normal traffic procedures do not apply and you are the only one who does not care about football, is hardly mitigated by Virginia's subsequent defeat of Florida State.
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