A Movable Feast?

“But about that day and hour no one knows, neither the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.” (Matthew 24:36)

In his philosophical dialogue “Aria with Diverse Variations”, cognitive scientist Douglas Hofstadter muses on the difficulty of creating real suspense in the medium of a book – after all, a reader can tell just by the number of pages remaining in their right hand exactly how much of the story is really left, regardless of any attempts at misdirection by the author. The characters in his dialogue propose increasingly elaborate solutions, eventually settling on a scheme to include a “post-ending ending” where the plot goes off the rails and leave it to the reader to sniff out the dividing line where the real story ends.

Our lives as Christians simultaneously embody the sureness of a traditional book and its dwindling pages and the uncertainty of a story where we may already be living in the epilogue without knowing it. Nothing comes around with more clockwork regularity than Christmas every single December 25th, and even our less rigidly fixed celebrations such as Easter are still set with formulas that can be calculated indefinitely into the future. Yet despite how regularized our day-to-day liturgical experience is, Jesus reinforces here that the timeline of our world’s ultimate destiny is beyond even the most sophisticated attempt to pin down.

So how do we reconcile the predictable progression of our newly opened Advent calendars with the radical uncertainty of this passage? Many over the years have gotten tangled up in trying to connect the evocative imagery of floods and thieves and rapture to the circumstances of their own time, but the real key to understanding lies in the glue that holds it all together – Jesus’ straightforward instructions to “keep awake [and] be ready”. As much as we can see Christmas coming on the calendar from a mile away, it still has a way of sneaking up on us if we get too caught up in the material trappings of the holiday. 

Every once in a while over the next few weeks, then, give yourself a little “fire drill” by thinking “what if Christmas were tomorrow?” You wouldn’t be ready with all the presents and cards and meals that require weeks of careful orchestration to stick the landing at a specified time and place, of course, but none of that is the reason for the season. As long as you simply find yourself prepared to welcome Jesus into this world at his most vulnerable, you’re ready – for Christmas and everything after.

[NOTE: This piece was written based on an assigned piece of Scripture for a collection of 24 Advent reflections by the parishioners of St. Catherine’s Episcopal Church.]

The Gift of Giving

[NOTE: This article is a lightly edited version of the sermon that I delivered at St. Catherine’s Episcopal Church on October 26th, 2025.]

As someone with a lifelong interest in American political history, I can think of no better way to introduce myself than by borrowing independent candidate James Stockdale’s unforgettable opening statement from the 1992 vice presidential debate: “Who am I? Why am I here?” With not even an entire year attending St. Catherine’s under my belt and my official reception into the Episcopal Church still in the future, I am on paper probably one of the least qualified people in this room to speak about stewardship in the context of this specific faith community. I hope, then, that by answering those two questions and sharing what made me who I am and how I got here, I’ll be able to impart some of the lessons in stewardship I’ve picked up along the way.

It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me now that I was precociously bright as a young Catholic, but those early years were just as defined by how exceptionally antisocial I was. Church wasn’t a place where I built a relationship with God or even connected with a community of peers – it was just one more set of correct answers I could memorize and steps I could execute flawlessly. (And as many of you know firsthand, there was no shortage of memorization and ritual in the Catholic Church!) I still remember coming home from my first ever night of teen youth group extremely put off by all the icebreaker activities and praise and worship music, grumbling to my parents, “I thought I was too old for Vacation Bible School!” Needless to say, those early years are entirely devoid of stewardship work to my recollection – after all, what’s the point when you already get to go home and feel good about how much Required Religious Knowledge you’ve acquired? I clearly must have glided over today’s Gospel message that “all who exalt themselves will be humbled”.

It wasn’t until my mandatory pre-Confirmation retreat – another waste of time as I saw it, since I already knew all there was to know about the sacrament – that someone finally broke through my shell. One of my fellow candidates for Confirmation was even more intensely knowledgeable about his faith than I was but somehow also more straight-up fun than everyone else there as well, peppering his vocabulary with Bruno Mars lyrics and slang like “turnt” that you would never expect out of the mouth of someone who could (and would) also recite the Rosary in Latin. He could see that there was absolutely no reason other than my own self-imposed stubbornness that I couldn’t have both sides too, and he insisted on dragging my inner social butterfly to the surface throughout that retreat and the months that followed. And pretty much as soon as I clicked into the social scene with my peers, the stewardship just started flowing – I went on mission trips to repair homes in the Gullah islands of South Carolina, did yard work for elderly parishioners, stepped up to assist in the formation of the next cohort of Confirmation students, and even discovered I wasn’t too old to have a good time helping out at Vacation Bible School after all. 

Somewhere in the middle of all that work, my faith stopped being a mere two-dimensional intellectual exercise and really came alive, both on a personal level and as a member of a community. For the first time, I could see God at work in my relationships with and work on behalf of others in a way that had been imperceptible when religion was just me and words on the page. The “who” of community”, the “what” of stewardship, and the “why” of faith are all inherently tangled up in each other – each of those elements is simultaneously caused by and leads to the other two with no clear beginning or ending. (A perilous thought to my young brain that valued logical progression from point A to point B over all else!) Many of us grasp that intuitively from the get-go, but we can all get there in the end, and I’ll always be grateful to my friend Miguel the future Dominican monk for giving me the on-ramp I needed at just the right time.

Now, life has a tendency to yank the sunshine and roses away from us as we cross the Rubicon into adulthood, and I certainly felt that dynamic at play as I graduated high school and started to become more independent. I became loosely attached to my parish’s Knights of Columbus group and their charitable works, made a half-hearted attempt at cataloging the church library, and had a brief but trying tenure as a middle school youth group volunteer, but overall felt quite adrift in my stewardship, community, and faith in comparison to the rootedness of the previous years. All of that very real unease might as well have been a whisper on the wind, though, in comparison to the maelstrom that came upon me when I fell deeply in love with someone of the same gender as me. It was fully within my power to decline to pursue that relationship and stick with the path I’d always imagined of marrying a nice Catholic girl and having six kids just like my parents did – it certainly would have been the option that was most consistent with the catechism I spent all that time poring over and memorizing. But I also knew firsthand from my stewardship journey that sticking rigidly to a prepared script, as bulletproof as it might seem, was inherently insufficient to fully manifest God’s self-sacrificing love in this broken world. And so I leapt. 

Understandably, I took a long time to fully detach from the church that had taught me to recognize the very same love I now got to live out every day. Eventually I would let my remaining volunteer commitments lapse, start rotating between a handful of unfamiliar parishes to avoid becoming too familiar in any one place, and no longer be quite so strict with myself about attending every single Sunday. But before I progressed to any of those stages, the very first concrete change I made was that I stopped putting money in the collection basket every week. I don’t think I could even articulate a rationale for it at the time, but when I look back I can’t help but think of what Jesus says in Matthew’s Gospel – “where your treasure is, there your heart will be also”. My body was still in the building for the time being, but my heart was already out the door, and my treasure, talent, and time would all eventually follow. And once all of me was finally in sync on the other side, I was ready to find St. Catherine’s. 

I feel like I landed here at just the right time – not just in terms of what I take away but what I am now in the perfect place to contribute through stewardship. The same kinds of work that were a little too much for me to handle as a newly-minted adult, such as a church library revamp or working with youth, are now well within my grasp. The cooking skills I hadn’t yet developed while still living at home with my parents can now be put to good use in as many places as a homemade meal comes in handy, from a community event to a family in need and everything in between. And of course, I have just enough life experience under my belt at this point to draw on for stories like this one. 

Now, there are plenty of other places in the world where I could just as well apply that experience and energy instead; what makes St. Catherine’s stand tall among all those options is just how much that energy is matched by the community in return. I am constantly inspired by how much everyone here is willing to step up and chip in, regardless of their official title or role within the parish, and by drawing on that example to give more of myself, I get to set an example of giving for others that serves as one more step in this back-and-forth positive feedback loop of stewardship. Having such an active community also gives me the peace of mind to be intentional with how I direct my time, talent, and treasure instead of feeling like I personally have to jump on every last need in order to keep everything from falling apart. I have said “no” or “not yet” more than a handful of times in the year that I’ve been here and never once felt like my decision was single-handedly bringing down the endeavor in question or that the person asking me thought any less of me for my choice. I’m not overwhelmed when I see how many different things I could be doing as I browse the bulletin or the Wheel – knowing how we as a community always manage to come together lets me make considered, prayerful decisions that draw on my unique talents while still pushing me out of my comfort zone. And as stewardship and community reflect off each other so beautifully, that third element of faith simultaneously grows from and underpins them, ensuring our giving is always informed by and rooted in God’s perfect gift of Jesus on the cross.

I hope that I’ve sufficiently addressed those two questions about myself that I posed when I began, but I do want to tack on one more that will provide a little more insight into stewardship as it applies in the real world: “Where am I going?” Many of you know that I am currently in a voluntary (but hopefully temporary!) period of unemployment, and this has very real effects on how stewardship manifests in my life – first and foremost, that money is tighter and I can no longer contribute financially to St. Catherine’s and other causes at the level I previously was. It’s easy to be gung-ho about stewardship when the wind is in our sails, but we all know there’s no shortage of rough seas out there that can and will disrupt our best hopes of how we can give. And even when there’s not one or more tangible obstacles in our path, there can be a tug-of-war relationship between those key elements of time, talent, and treasure that makes it feel like we’re always falling short of our potential. For example, many of our skills that we draw on in our stewardship require setting aside a significant amount of time, money or both to develop and hone. Sometimes earning the money needed to support the people and places we care about takes up time and energy that we wish could also devote to those same people and places. 

It’s really easy to carry these very real dynamics down the road to despair and feel like we will never be able to give as much as we’re “supposed” to. To break out of that mindset, then, you have to shift your perspective – it’s not about what doorways of stewardship feel like they’re closing themselves in your face but instead which ones are thrown open by the force of others shutting. I may have less cold hard cash to put in the offering plate for as long as I am unemployed, but I certainly have more free time that can be channeled into church and community work or long-term personal development that will eventually put me back in a better spot to give monetarily. While there is much truth in the saying that it’s not possible to pour from an empty cup, we also have to keep in mind that our varied and complex capacities as human beings can never be reduced to a single mundane vessel. Until we are at last fully “poured out as a libation, and the time of [our] departure has come”, as it was for Paul in today’s Epistle, it remains well within our grasp to find those stewardship opportunities. And even when you do feel like you are truly at the end of your rope and have nothing left to give, you can always lean on this wonderful community in full confidence that they will come through for you out of their abundance and help you back on your feet. The best part is that it doesn’t matter whether you ever find yourself in a position to directly and equivalently repay the specific people who helped you in your time of need – that chance to exercise stewardship, build community, and live out faith is in and of itself a reward for whoever is brave enough to claim it.

That’s really how stewardship works in our lives – it’s not measured in dollars and cents, as necessary as those are to make our way through the society we inhabit. It’s not a futile attempt to repay God in kind for the blessings we’ve been given, it’s the recognition that we have been given more than we could ever hope to repay and can accordingly give freely and without expectation of repayment. And it’s not a logically ordered list of busywork handed to each of us directly from God that we check off to earn our A+ in Christianity and our admit-one ticket to heaven, it’s a neverending and sometimes paradoxical dance between all of us, all of creation, and the Creator who underpins it all. Let’s move forward together in that dance, taking the steps we each find ourselves called to take and creating a whole that is so much more beautiful than the sum of its parts.

Giving Up for Good

[Jacob] loved Joseph more than any other of his children, because he was the son of his old age; and he had made him a long robe with sleeves. But when his brothers saw that their father loved him more than all his brothers, they hated him, and could not speak peaceably to him.” (Genesis 37:3-4)

Giving something up for Lent is an enduring tradition across many Christian denominations. It’s easy to go astray, though, in what exactly we choose to give up for the duration. I can think of a couple of parallel mistakes I’ve made in my past Lenten fasting that have blunted the spiritual impact of the practice:

  1. Giving up something long-term with Lent as a mere pretext – the “40 days to forever” approach
  2. Giving up something sinful/harmful with every intention of coming back to it post-Easter – “detox just to retox”.

Erring in both directions has guided me, in a very practical way, to a happy middle ground: setting aside something unquestionably good and beloved for those 40 days, seeing what newfound joys can be cultivated in that absence, and finally uniting those new joys to the old ones in the light of the Resurrection.

But what exactly does this have to do with Joseph and his coat of many colors? Think about the story not from the perspective of Joseph, the envied, or his brothers, the envious, but instead as Jacob – the one whose imbalanced attention drives the envy. Jacob deeply loves his son Joseph – an undeniably holy thing! – and yet his favoritism drives his other sons to attempt to dispose of Joseph entirely. How often are we like Jacob, allowing someone or something that we find easier to love to suck up all the oxygen in the room while paying short shrift to other equally deserving objects of our attention? If that dynamic is familiar to you, perhaps you also relate to the consequences where all the things we neglect have a way of coming together and asserting their presence whether we like it or not.  

This story, then, provides an instructive example for our observance of Lent. We have the chance to take a step back, identify areas where we may be letting our joys steer us rather than the other way around, and work with intentionality to nurture what we otherwise might have allowed to wither. And if we get it right, we will not have to wait years and years to be reunited with our beloved, as Jacob did before finding Joseph again in Egypt – 40 days in cooperation with God’s grace will do the trick.

[NOTE: This piece was written based on an assigned piece of Scripture for a collection of 40 Lenten reflections by the parishioners of St. Catherine’s Episcopal Church.]

Nobody Thinks What You Think

[NOTE: This article is a lightly edited version of the speech that I gave at the Kennesaw State University Farewell Family Weekend Brunch event on October 23rd, 2022.]

When I was asked to come up with a message for a parent and family event here at Kennesaw State, I was a little unsure of what I could talk about. You see, I took a less than traditional path through college in a variety of ways. I didn’t start college immediately after finishing high school; instead, I took a semester off to figure out what exactly I wanted to do with my life. When I did start college, I went to Chattahoochee Tech at first and spent a year and a half knocking out core classes there until I decided on a major. Then, right before I transferred to KSU, I got offered a full-time job, meaning all of my classes would have to be evening classes or asynchronous online classes. And of course, partway through my second semester here, COVID came along and said, “Nope, any evening classes you might have wanted to take are asynchronous online classes too!” 

On top of all of that, my parents took a very, very hands-off attitude towards my college journey. When I decided I was going to go to Chattahoochee Tech, I actually had my acceptance in hand and my orientation scheduled before my parents even found out that I was applying. I say that not to denigrate them but just to point out that if you are here right now at a parent and family event then you are having a very different KSU experience than I did!

So what do I have to say to you, then, if our common ground is minimal? What message do I have to share that will resonate? How can you relate to me and I relate to you? These are difficult questions that go way beyond what I choose to talk about today. College is a time where you will encounter people who are different from you perhaps more than you ever have before or ever will in the future. On top of that, our world is getting more and more diverse each day. So I realized that, instead of trying to take a specific part of my human experience and try to convey that to you, I should talk about the idea itself of relating to other people who might be different from you.

A book that really shaped how I think about this is Gödel, Escher, Bach by Douglas Hofstadter. It’s a book about a lot of things – the title alone name checks Kurt Gödel, a mathematician, MC Escher, an artist, and Johann Sebastian Bach, a musical composer. But what it really is about at its core is how a brain – something physical and concrete and unconscious – can give rise to a mind – something metaphysical and intangible and conscious. Hofstadter is really big on metaphors, but my favorite one in the whole book, appropriately for me as a Geospatial Sciences major, is a metaphor of a map.

Hofstadter says, imagine that you take two people, give each of them a blank map of the United States and tell them to fill it in with every detail they can down to the level of individual streets and buildings. It’s okay to make educated guesses or even not-so-educated guesses – in fact, if you don’t know any cities in, say, West Virginia, just make them up and fill it in as you see fit. Then, once the maps are filled, each person is magically transported to the world that the other person drew. (Instead of the USA, Hofstadter calls it the ASU – Altered States of the Union.) They now have to navigate the other person’s ASU using their own ASU map.

Now, assuming both people involved are from the United States, the big picture of each person’s ASU is going to be the same. Atlanta is going to be here in Georgia, Los Angeles is going to be on the West Coast, and so on. But depending on where they grew up and where they’ve visited, each person will have different areas filled with highly detailed, accurate mapping and other areas that bear no resemblance to reality or the other person’s map whatsoever. Of course, though, there might be overlaps you wouldn’t expect – maybe both people happened to stop in the same small town in Oklahoma on a road trip once and know where everything is there. 

In this metaphor, as you may have guessed, the map is the mind. The big picture stuff, the Atlantas and Los Angeleses of the world, is the common knowledge and common experiences that we generally all have as human beings. The individual in-depth details are the specific interests and personal experiences that make us unique. And sometimes, just like in the example of two people who happened to stop in the same small town in Oklahoma, two people happen to have a very specific unique common experience – perhaps, say, they were both on Jeopardy?

But let’s zoom back out on the map metaphor. Just because two people know where Atlanta is on the map doesn’t mean that their knowledge of Atlanta itself is identical. One person may only know enough to place it somewhere within north Georgia while another may know the city down to every last Peachtree Street there is. Bringing the metaphor back to reality, one person’s experience with Jeopardy might just be knowing that it’s a TV quiz show that exists, while the other is a devoted fan who knows every rule, keeps up with every player, buys the merch, tries out for the show, and so on. When you say “Jeopardy” to those people, they’re going to think of “the same thing” but they’re going to have very different concepts of what that thing is and how they relate to it.

But here’s where the metaphor falls short of explaining the complexity of the human mind. There are about 4 million miles of roadways in the United States. But your brain has about 86 billion neurons, a number that is over 25,000 times bigger. And remember how the brain works – by different combinations of neurons firing at once that build up into the ability to think about specific things like Jeopardy. So you don’t have to just take into account the number of individual neurons but every possible combination, and if you’ve ever taken a statistics class you know that we’re now talking about incomprehensibly large numbers. 

So think about the chance that two people labeling the same map would come up with the exact same final product – just about zero, right? Even if the broad strokes are the same, there will be so many little differences everywhere across the map. Now think about comparing two brains and how many differences you’re going to find, and how those add up. When I first said that you and I didn’t have that much common ground, I bet you didn’t think that we were *that* far apart! But the truth is, everyone really is that far apart.

This is where you have a few different options. One of them is to get lost in an infinite feedback loop despairing over and over about all the different ways that no one will ever relate exactly to you. Another one is to shove this idea of the unfathomable complexity of the human mind to the side and just try not to think about it. But the approach that I take – which is also the approach I want to recommend to you – is different.

When I was on Jeopardy, we had a watch party on campus for my final episode, and we had a Q&A session before the show started. Most of the questions were about my experience on Jeopardy, but I still remember that the final question, right before we all sat down and watched the show, was what my favorite book and album were. As I said back then, my favorite album is Vessel by Twenty One Pilots, but I wish I had had more time to elaborate on that answer and explain that my favorite song from the album isn’t actually on the main tracklist – it’s a bonus track from the European version of the album called Kitchen Sink. 

Kitchen Sink is about exactly the conclusion that I just came to – the idea that no two people and no two minds are exactly the same. The first line is “nobody thinks what I think”. Continuing on from that first line it’s very negative, falling into that feedback loop of despair that I mentioned earlier. But then he gets to the part about the kitchen sink and he says “a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me”. In an interview, Tyler Joseph, the lead singer, explained that something important happened to him, that he had a critical moment of understanding of purpose for his life, while standing at a kitchen sink, and because of that, a kitchen sink has a particular meaning to him that it doesn’t have to anyone else. Even if he were to explain exactly what it was he realized – which he never has – it would still be a different meaning and different experience to him, since he had it firsthand, than it is for anyone else who heard about it secondhand or thirdhand.

But you don’t have to wait for something to happen to you at a kitchen sink to derive meaning for your life. The song goes on to say “Are you searching for purpose? Write something…paint something…you’ll see purpose start to surface”. In other words, when you undertake any act of creativity – writing, painting, designing, and so on, you are conjuring into existence something that only you could have created and only you can ever fully understand because only you were there with it from the very beginning. Even if you’re struggling to get through every single day and you don’t feel like you’re in a place where you can pull something creative out of yourself,  you can find that same kind of purpose just from the struggle itself. Going back to Kitchen Sink, the next lines are “no one else is dealing with your demons, meaning maybe defeating them could be the beginning of your meaning”.

That’s the attitude I want you to have towards the idea that your mind is so different from anyone else’s. Don’t despair over it. Don’t ignore it. Celebrate it and find your own meaning and purpose in it. And then, when you come back around and want to relate to someone else – anyone else, no matter how many similarities or differences they have with you on a surface level – you have both the confidence in yourself as a unique, complex individual with an irreplicable purpose and the understanding that that person is a unique, complex individual with an irreplicable purpose. In other words, they’re just like you, and what’s more relatable than that?

Grounding Yourself in History

[NOTE: This article is a lightly edited version of the speech that I gave for the Etowah Valley Historical Society at their History Quiz Bowl event on May 15th, 2022.]

My interest in history dates back just about as far as I can remember. One of my earliest memories relating to history is from 2004, when I was 5 years old and really wanted George W. Bush to lose the presidential election that year. This wasn’t because I was some precocious little activist, but because at the age of 5 I had already memorized the entire list of US Presidents and wanted it to be longer so I would have more to learn as soon as possible. I really did prepare to go on Jeopardy my whole life! 

But of all the history I’ve read over the years, there’s one book that has to be my absolute favorite. It’s called “Here is Where: Discovering America’s Great Forgotten History” by Andrew Carroll, and it’s about unmarked sites in American history. Here’s an example, which is actually the story that inspired Andrew Carroll to write the book. There is a train station in Jersey City, New Jersey that Abraham Lincoln’s son Robert was traveling through during the Civil War. He was standing near the edge of the train platform waiting for the train to arrive when someone jostled him and he fell off the platform onto the tracks. Before he could get up, the train started coming and was about to run him over when someone reached down and pulled him to safety. Robert looked up to see who had saved him and was surprised to find that he recognized the person – it was one of the most popular celebrities in the country, the actor Edwin Booth. Doesn’t that last name sound familiar? Yes, Edwin Booth, who saved Abraham Lincoln’s son’s life, was the older brother of John Wilkes Booth, who would assassinate Abraham Lincoln just a couple years later.

Now, you might expect the spot where this happened to have all kinds of markings – a historical plaque commemorating the event, maybe a little gift shop where they sell Abe Lincoln top hats, something like that – but there’s nothing. Andrew Carroll went to the train station himself to investigate while writing the book, and he found that even though part of the architecture of the station is a big map of the state of New Jersey on the floor with all kinds of historical locations throughout the state marked, there was no reference to the Lincoln-Booth story at all. In fact, while he was looking at the map on the floor, someone waiting for a train asked him what on earth he was staring at the ground for. He pointed out the map on the ground, and she jumped back in surprise – she had been commuting from that station for a long time but had never once stopped to look at the history under her feet.

If such a very obviously marked piece of history could be overlooked like that, an unmarked event like what happened between Robert Lincoln and Edwin Booth is even more likely to be unknown and eventually be forgotten. And remember, this is not just about a couple of nobodies who had a close shave with a train in Jersey City – this was the president’s son and the most famous actor in the country. Imagine what has been forgotten or is at risk of being forgotten about people who are less notable than they were! 

That’s especially true when it comes to local history. We all know where Abraham Lincoln fits into history, even though we’re not from Springfield, Illinois, because his career had effects way beyond his hometown that people around the country and even around the world have documented. But just because someone only had an effect on their hometown doesn’t mean they deserve to be forgotten – it only means that they are more likely to be forgotten, because not as many people know the effect that they had. That’s why the work that the Etowah Valley Historical Society does is so important for this community. If you don’t collect, preserve, cultivate, and pass on what came before you, you will lose what keeps you grounded in the wider world around you. 

This is what I mean by “grounded”: we are living in a time where you can pull out your phone and ask it what the weather will be like in Timbuktu on Tuesday and it will tell you! With tools like that, it is so easy to be swept away by a neverending flood of information. We are seeing the rates of things like depression and anxiety climb higher and higher every year – especially in young people – and I think a big part of that is people feeling like they don’t have a solid foundation in this impossibly big world. Sure, you might live in Cartersville or Adairsville, but you can go on Instagram or Tiktok and immerse yourself in content from all over the world to the point where the places you see around you when you put your phone down just seem kind of gray in comparison.

But that’s a false comparison. As I said before, the world is an impossibly big place, and that means that you don’t have to dig very deep to find more information than you could ever absorb in a lifetime. But Bartow County is a lot smaller. In order to keep yourself connected to and fulfilled by this patch of ground you call home, you have to dig deeper and anchor yourself to it. And of course, what I mean by digging deeper is learning your local history and understanding how it fits into that big wide world around you. This is really a modern issue – the people who lived here hundreds of years ago didn’t encounter much information beyond what they needed to live their daily lives. But now that we are living in the information age and have so much knowledge at the tips of our fingers, we have to make intentional decisions about what information is most important to us. That’s what makes this quiz bowl event so wonderful – it incentivizes our young people to make that decision to prioritize knowing their local history.

Of course, this might not be your local area forever. Our students up on stage could tell you that a lot of influential people started out in Bartow County but went on to leave a mark well beyond it. Sam Jones, the namesake of the church we’re in today, started off his ministry in this area of Northwest Georgia, but his talents gave him the opportunity to preach all over the country. Jessica Daves was a teacher here in Bartow County who took a big risk when she decided she wanted to try and make it in New York City. And make it she did – after years of working her way up through the fashion industry, she eventually became the editor of Vogue magazine. Robert Benham would have already made a mark just by being the first African-American lawyer in Cartersville, but he didn’t stop there. He became a Court of Appeals judge, a Georgia Supreme Court justice, and eventually the Chief Justice of the Georgia Supreme Court.

But no matter what you go on to do – whether you move across the country next week, stay here your whole life, or leave for a while and then come back – this place has shaped you. We, as people, are very much the products of the places we spend our time. So the history of where you’ve been is ultimately the history of what made you who you are. But even though that sounds really exciting and interesting at first glance, I think that actually makes a lot of people hesitant to dive too deep into history because they’re afraid of what they’ll find. The past is not a wonderland by any means, and it’s definitely tempting to put up a barrier between ourselves and things like the removal of Native Americans, and slavery, and segregration – after all, we weren’t personally responsible for these things, so why should we worry about them? 

Well, it’s also more comfortable to put up a barrier between ourselves and our personal faults and flaws, but that doesn’t mean it’s the right thing to do. I know I can never be a perfect person, but I always want to be a better person, and I can only do that if I pull my problems out from under the rug and address them. The same thing applies to history, just on a broader scale. As the great Southern author William Faulkner wrote, “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.” We have to acknowledge that the past is still alive in us because it made us who we are. Once we understand that, we can start to grapple with it, not as individuals but as citizens. Citizenship is a great virtue, but it’s not practiced in a vacuum – it requires us to acknowledge our responsibilities to those around us and put in the effort to fulfill them. If that sounds like a lot of work, it is! When I think about what patriotism means to me, it means loving my country, and love is a verb, not an emotion. Loving a person isn’t just the warm fuzzy feeling you get every time they walk into the room – it means that you care enough about them to put in the work every single day to make their life better. In the same way, loving your country doesn’t mean you hang a flag up on your front porch and call it a day. You have to acknowledge that with every right that you cherish as an American comes a corresponding responsibility to safeguard it for everyone else, especially those who might have been denied those rights in the past. In other words, you can’t just talk the talk, you’ve got to walk the walk as well, and you can’t know what walk you need to be walking without knowing the historical context that put your community where it is.

So don’t be afraid to put in that work to learn your local history. You’ll be inspired by the effort that the people who came before you put in to build a world they would never get to experience themselves. You’ll be surprised at the connections you find between people and places you never thought were related. And yes, you’ll be disappointed by the actions of people who had a very different set of morals than we have today. But most of all, you’ll be better – better able to understand how you fit into this rapidly changing world, and better able to apply that understanding to make the world a better place. And whether the part of the world you get the chance to change is as big as the planet or as small as your neighborhood, you’ll have the solid historical foundation you need to make it happen.

The Hypermodern Library

“So you work in a library, huh? Aren’t you worried that libraries are going to die out?”

Whenever I meet someone new, it’s only a matter of time before that question comes up. While it does seem a little condescending (I think of it as the library equivalent to “I just peel the stickers off” for the Rubik’s Cube), it’s usually asked with sincerity. As such, I genuinely do enjoy answering and providing a little enlightenment on what libraries do. I have a stock answer which goes something like this:

“Libraries are for organizing and providing information. That information used to only be in the form of books, but now it comes in many other formats. In fact, we are now living in the Information Age and the amount of information in the world is growing faster than ever. So to sort through that information, to tell the real from the fake, and to help us find what we need, libraries are needed more than ever. The mission hasn’t changed, just the medium.”

This answer usually satisfies the average person’s curiosity, but every time I give it my own uncertainty just grows. The concept is just a little too tidy and logical to reflect the complexities of the real world. It’s also relentlessly optimistic even though the situation on the ground is much more mixed. Basically, it’s exactly what I want to hear tied up nicely with a bow on top, and that makes it dangerous regardless of its actual veracity. 

Upon reflection, though, I wouldn’t say this answer is “wrong” – every sentence is accurate and follows logically. But it is fatally incomplete. To realize what’s missing, we have to go back to the original question: “Aren’t you worried that libraries are going to die out?” This isn’t about the library of today, it’s about the library of tomorrow – not what we are doing to react to trends that are out of our control, but what we can do to proactively adjust in advance of things we couldn’t possibly predict.

The hard truth is that the “new vision” I present for the library is just not that new. To put it very starkly: I have never used (or even seen) a card catalog. I have never known a library without public PC’s or the internet. I expect a database system to keep track of my checkouts, not a card in the back of each book. I expect an automated email when my hold on a Wi-fi hotspot becomes available. The children of my generation who grew up with the modern library are adults now.

Therefore, far from being a prediction of what the library might become, we actually have a multi-decade track record for this model of what the library does. So what are the results? They’re not great. Circulation continues to fall, even when eBook checkouts and usage of digital resources is included. Many of the more abstract “information services” associated with this new vision are difficult to quantify and evaluate at all. Most alarmingly, the number of people using the library overall is down, meaning they’re not using any services, quantifiable or not.

This isn’t to say that the library should have just rolled over and given up the day the internet was invented. But it does mean that if we continue in the same vein for another 20 years the answer to the question “Are libraries going to die out?” is going to be “they already did”. What we need to do, then, is envision a concept of what the library can be in an even more rapidly changing world.

To build forward to that concept, we first need to look back past the modern day to the traditional library. The mission of the traditional library is very straightforward – connect people to books. (“Books”, of course, is a stand-in for any kind of written information. The great libraries of antiquity used clay tablets and scrolls but still had the same mission.) This idea of the library being a place that facilitates the relationship between people and books is embodied in the five laws of library science:

  1. Books are for use. 
  2. Every reader his or her book. 
  3. Every book its reader. 
  4. Save the time of the reader. 
  5. A library is a growing organism.

These five laws work in harmony to encapsulate what the library should do: make it as easy as possible for people to access books that meet their needs. Nevertheless, the traditional library also conjures up associations of restrictions – don’t talk or you’ll get shushed, don’t bring in food or you’ll get kicked out, don’t damage a book or you’ll have to pay for it. To this day, this is how many people still think of the library.

When moving forward from the traditional library to the modern library, what is striking is how little difference there is on a fundamental level. In fact, my stock answer about the fate of the library is meant to emphasize that continuity by pointing out how books are just one of many information formats. Just swapping “information” for “books” in the laws of library science makes the transition seamless, and the mission gets the same substitution – connect people to information

As I said before, this isn’t wrong. But it also isn’t enough. Even if the library provides better, more organized information than a Google search, convenience and lack of awareness will tip the scales in favor of Google more and more every year. We have to go forward in a way that leverages what the library is for a purpose that can’t be replicated by that kind of substitute. As someone who plans to spend the next 30+ years working in libraries, I especially have a vested interest in what this future will look like.

My vision, then, for the hypermodern library is a place that facilitates social cohesion first and foremost. This is a far bigger leap than that from the traditional to the modern. However, it is not, as it might seem, a wholesale rejection of the library’s role as an information repository. The two roles working together create a new mission – connect people to people through information. We don’t need to throw out all the books and start over – we just have to think about information as the conduit, not just the end product.

This concept isn’t earth-shattering. Book clubs, storytime, and many other programs and outreach initiatives we’ve been doing for decades already fulfill a social mission. When we place that mission front and center, though, it starts to spark ideas for other ways to fulfill it. People (especially young people) are looking for ways to make real connections in this increasingly digital and fragmented world. The library is already one of the very few public places where people are free to just be without the pressure of having to buy or do something, so it would be a natural progression to make it a space not just to be but also to meet, mix, and form a community. Compare that to the restrictions associated with the traditional library and try to say it isn’t a radical change!

Again, though, this would not make information an afterthought in the library’s mission. Think of how you feel when you discover someone is reading a book you loved, or listens to the same bands you do, or grew up in the same neighborhood you did. You want to get to know them more, right? Shared information, no matter the format, is a surefire spark for interpersonal relationships and understanding, and the way the library already organizes and provides information freely and equally is a crucial building block for the hypermodern mission.

This isn’t just theory – it’s actually happened time and again in the various places I’ve worked in the library. I remember watching two sets of parents working on computers while their children played nearby and how their different situations brought them together over the course of an evening. I loved whenever two or more of our “favorite families” would come in at the same time, because I knew that the qualities that endeared them to us would endear them to each other as well. And it broke my heart to see the lonely new mother bringing her baby to storytime to seek out new friends for both of them only to be disappointed that no one else showed up. 

When I interviewed for what would ultimately end up being my first full-time position in the library, I tied some of those examples together to explain what made me passionate about the work we do in the library. I summarized my story with these words: “The library should not just serve or engage the community – it should create the community.” I have a feeling that sharing that succinct but profound philosophy played a role in my getting the job, and I have tried to live up to it every working hour since then. As I consider what the hypermodern library looks like, though, there is one tweak I would make to reflect the urgency of the situation. This is the philosophy the library needs to carry forward into an uncertain future:

“The library cannot just serve or engage the community – it must create the community.”

Risk and Reward

I’ve never been a fan of the lottery for a number of reasons. The slangy label “idiot tax” contains more than a little truth, but it doesn’t scratch the surface of the real negative effects of the lottery. Profits supposedly earmarked for education or other worthy causes are quietly pushed to other budget items, poor people with little other hope become addicted to the petty thrill of gambling, and those who beat the odds frequently blow through their entire winnings and end up worse off than when they started.

Nonetheless, one of my favorite songs actually portrays the lottery in a fairly positive light. In fact, I think what draws me to the song is how it made me rethink some of my preconceived notions and come out with a stronger, more nuanced viewpoint. The appropriately titled “The Lottery Song” was originally recorded by Harry Nilsson in 1972, but it was The Format’s 2006 cover version that I heard first and identify with more.

“You could do the laundry, I’ll come by on Monday

You give me the money, I will buy a ticket

On the local lottery, we could win the lottery

We could go to Vegas and be very happy”

This first verse leans into the fantasy that powers the lottery (and the countless ads promoting it). In between your humdrum household chores, you could punch your ticket to an exciting new life! It’s a powerful message, and if you don’t think about it too hard it’s easy to become a believer. But when distilled to just a few lines in a song, the absurdity shines through. How could anyone bank any future happiness on something so unlikely?

“I could be a plumber, we could wait ’til summer

We could save our money, have a fine vacation

We could buy a trailer, if we bought a trailer

We could go to Vegas and be very happy”

On a first listen, this sounds like a stark alternative to the previous verse. Working an honest job, putting money away dollar by dollar, and taking a well-earned vacation every once in a while is the epitome of responsibility and self-control, right? Yet this lifestyle is portrayed in a verse with the same format and same ending as the previous one, which encourages us to explore a little deeper. It turns out that the responsible life isn’t such a sure thing after all.

“If life is just a gamble, gamble if you want to win

Life can be so easy, let the wheel of fortune spin”

Nothing in life is guaranteed. You could lose your job through no fault of your own, watch your savings evaporate in a market crash, or even have your brand-new trailer break down in the Arizona desert. When we live our lives the “right” way, we’re still counting on a series of day-to-day lucky breaks to get us what we “deserve”. Every step is a gamble towards a better life whether we acknowledge it or not. 

“We could make a record, sell a lot of copies

We could play Las Vegas, and be very happy”

Ultimately, though, the decisions that really count in life fall somewhere between “no hope” and “sure shot”. The idea of starting a band and making a record exemplifies that gray area – the product is under your control and dependent on your talent and hard work, but the world you put your work out into may or may not like it. When you have an opportunity of any kind, you have to decide whether to pass or play with imperfect knowledge of how it will all turn out.

“If life is just a gamble, gamble if you want to win

Life can be so easy, let the wheel of fortune spin”

For me, this song is saying that it’s worth erring on the side of taking a chance, especially in small things. When perfectionism is telling me, “Don’t bring that idea up to your boss until you’re 100% sure it work,” or social anxiety is telling me, “Don’t strike up that conversation, you’ll just embarrass yourself,” I can tell myself, “Life is just a gamble, gamble if you want to win.” I could be losing the next step in my career, my new best friend, or something even greater if I don’t at least buy a ticket.

You still won’t see in line for the Powerball any time soon. But this understanding of how life is like a lottery has helped me seize opportunities that I might have otherwise passed up, and I hope it can help you do the same.

Thinking in Gray

What is “thinking in gray”? I chose it as my Instagram username over three years ago, but I’m still unraveling what it means to me. 

Now, gray is certainly my favorite color, and I do tend to do a lot of thinking. But although that interpretation does cover all the bases, it’s also highly superficial and doesn’t say much about me specifically. It’s hard to think of a more generic “fun personal fact” than favorite color, and thinking is, rather famously, something that every human being does. (Homo sapiens literally means “thinking man” or “wise man”).

The brain is also full of gray matter, critical for regulating emotions, making decisions, and self-control. If this is what “thinking in gray” is all about, then maybe it’s my way of identifying with those processes and how I’ve struggled with them over the years. This, I think, is closer to the truth. The fulfillment I’ve found in recent months as I’ve started to find my voice on mental health issues scratches that same deep itch I was feeling when I came up with the phrase years ago.

Yet there’s still more meaning to uncover in those three simple words. Gray can be a visible color or a description of physical cells, but it can also represent a concept. The “gray areas” in our lives are those where the things we think we know for sure come into conflict with each other. This is where we find moral dilemmas, hard decisions, and lose-lose situations: where black and white mix and we lose the clarity that comes with one or the other.

It’s difficult to live in a world full of gray areas, to be sure. But this hard truth brings out what I think is the most important meaning of all from the phrase “thinking in gray”. It means that we don’t have to say “this phrase is about favorite colors/neuroscience, and that’s it”. Instead, we can entertain all the interpretations from the superficial to the profound and let them meet, mix, contradict, and alter each other. In fact, this is how our brains themselves work on the deepest level – the gray matter firing on the lowest level coalesces into symbols, thoughts, and consciousness that has the power to reach back down and affect itself.

So does thinking in gray just mean juggling meanings, getting stuck in mental feedback loops, doubting every decision, making mistakes, and not knowing things for sure? I think it does. But that’s just part of the human condition – every single one of us is going to do those things, like it or not. Our choice is whether to accept and grow into that insecurity or ignore it and let it destroy us before we even realize it was there.

One of my favorite musical artists, Jon Bellion, explains this much better than I can (and in fewer words, to boot):

“I guess if I knew tomorrow, I guess I wouldn’t need faith

I guess if I never fell, I guess I wouldn’t need grace

I guess if I knew His plans, I guess He wouldn’t be God

So maybe I don’t know, but maybe that’s okay”

I’ll be thinking in gray, and I hope you will too.