I’ve wrestled with the paralyzing fear that comes with waiting for certain diagnoses. I’ve also tasted a bit of chronic illness. And my life has on occasion been crippled by the anxiety and depression that hammers away relentlessly at the hearts and minds of those who struggle with illness or the possibility of it. When the imagination is left to its own devices during these times, it becomes a vicious tormentor that I would say is unparalleled in the human experience.
So as I’ve been in NYC for close to three months, I’ve come to an existential crisis. Haha, okay I only half kid. I’ve met many new, neat, cool folks but there is a dread in meeting new people in NYC because the conversation, without fail, always goes to…
Person A: “Where are you from?”
Me: I’m from Philly (Good conversation starter since “Fresh Prince of Belair” is often brought up. Sometimes people just start singing the song, “in West Philadelphia born and raised…” It stops there b/c they don’t know the rest of the words, haha – it’s okay, neither do I.)
Person A: “What do you do?”
Me: (Here is where my heart dreads the question) – I am an intern at a church.
Person A: “Oh…that’s awesome!” (The last part is to cover up the initial “oh,” haha).
Person A: “Part-time or full-time intern?”
Person A: “Oh.” (No “that’s awesome,” haha)
(By Garam Yun) As a recent undergraduate, I’ve oftenÂ feltÂ a yearning to belong in a close-knit community. I miss the familial manner in which I went about daily life back at campus, often meeting up with friends for a quick bite in between classes and reconvening with myÂ roommates once a week to share our weekly highlights. Since moving back home and entering what most people title post-college life, akaÂ ”the real world,” I’ve gravitated toward my Christian roots and searched to quench my desire for companionship within a body of believers at Calvary Vision Church (CVC) in Blue Bell, PA.
Like most other life lessons, I’ve discoveredÂ theÂ value of authentic charity without planning for it. This real commitment to othersâ€” Iâ€™ve learned from the dedicated leadership of my pastors and fellow church and community members. While I had my own intentions of attending my church to engage inÂ meaningful friendship, IÂ receivedÂ anotherÂ gift ofÂ meetingÂ inspirational individualsÂ equipped withÂ a real sense of caring for the needs of others.