In Chapel, the pastor tells us we are all rough drafts. He goes on to say something about the manuscript he’s writing or maybe it’s a dissertation. Either way, he knows what rough drafts are like.
The Chapel is mostly filled with students and I look to see if they’re eager to learn this news about being rough drafts. I think I would be, but also, how long can one be a rough draft?
The pastor raises his arms and asks God to make His face shine down upon us. I bow my head and hope the message about rough drafts was meant for me, too.
But I also whisper a prayer I heard Oprah Winfrey once say:
“Jesus, don’t teach me nothin’ new today.”
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