The Rest of Me
A few short weeks ago, our country put to rest the greatest president of my lifetime, and a contender for the greatest of the 20th century. His autobiography, entitled Where's The Rest Of Me?, harkened back to a pivotal line he recited when Ronald Reagan was the name of a B-movie actor. I've been realizing just how much President Reagan affected my political development by watching his funeral and reading the many retrospectives dedicated to his memory. But I also appreciate how much the title of his book captures my emotions right now, unrelated to politics.
When my other blog, The Black Republican, was still a yearling, I was expecting the approaching election would consume most of my attention and focus. While that has been true to a certain extent, "most" appears to have been an overstatement. I did not foresee the shape and character of the debate that would evolve inside the Catholic Church after the news of the sexual abuse scandal died down, and as a Catholic presidential nominee appeared for the Democratic Party. And even more, I could not imagine how all this would begin to affect me.
I could turn this entry into a lengthy autobiography of my own, but suffice to say after over twenty years of being a confirmed Catholic, I'm only now beginning to feel in my soul what I long ago thought I'd been able to intellectualize. It's a daunting realization to stumble upon at the age of thirty-five, but I still believe I have a vocation to find, and I have yet to decipher from the many yearnings in my heart exactly what that vocation should be.
Come, Holy Spirit, come.